Chapter 305: Chapter 210: Elopent? Before sunset, while still innocent, take her to see the world’s splendor.
“Oh, got it.” Lin Wanzhou pouted, looking aggrieved.
Writing songs is truly a painful affair, just like trying to pour dumplings through the spout of a teapot. Whether it’s arranging music or writing lyrics, both are suffocating.
The entire process is akin to writing a graduation thesis, look at others’ work, then think about your own.
Oh, the first step is… to start a ga.
Before songwriting, everyone else’s works seem like trash, but after songwriting, I beco the trash.
Lin Wanzhou wasn’t in too bad of a state, at least she had a strong desire to express herself. Arranging music was passable, but when it ca to writing lyrics, she’d run out of words, lacking any sense of imagery.
A few re words, longing to et the needs of imagery, uniqueness, and artistic conception.
She found it hard, but didn’t see even the slightest hint of difficulty in Xu Qingyan. Although she had known for a long ti that Xu Qingyan had an extraordinarily demonic talent, she hadn’t expected it to be this demonic.
Every singer-songwriter feels an indescribable pressure in the face of a supre genius. It’s hard to understand why the sa brain could be so different.
Half an hour later.
“I’m done writing, I need a break.” She slumped onto the table, unwilling to move any further.
Xu Qingyan was sowhat helpless but wasn’t in too much of a hurry. As long as the two ladies could produce a new album within half a year, moving too fast wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
This was their six-month plan, to create an album without a music video.
Whether Pei Muchan or Lin Wanzhou broke out, Xu Qingyan would benefit from it. By that ti, releasing a few songs of his own, his value would be incomparably higher.
“Alright, you rest first, we’ll call it a day.” He suddenly felt like a family tutor, and a free one at that, for after all, people are more charming than money.
Sotis, Xu Qingyan felt lost himself, not knowing how long his current situation could last. Would he still be able to run between two places after a year? Or should he continue managing the studio.
No matter what, it wasn’t the outco he wanted.
His half-year plan was to accumulate capital, and when the subsequent inco divisions catch up. In about six months, gathering six million, he would be able to directly start a dia company.
In the entertainnt industry, there are a number of stars who are both artists and bosses. However, most are making investnts or diversifying into the restaurant business to harvest their fan-based leeks.
Very few can co from the entertainnt industry, start their own dia company, and then re-enter the fray.
Everyone knows it’s an age where entertainnt is king, knows that releasing songs and making TV shows and movies make money. But the likelihood of a flop is also high, a crash ans debts to pay off at sea.
After all, whether it’s industry connections or capital flow, in the end, it still cos down to the issue of having actual works—the operation can’t take off without sothing real.
You can’t beco fat with just one bite. He has ambitions that he can’t discuss with others, so everything must progress gradually.
“Okay then, can you take out to play today?” Lin Wanzhou asked, her head turned while lying on the table, her eyes revealing a bit of craftiness, “Sister Yun isn’t here today.”
Xu Qingyan felt like an impulsive youth, as if he was about to abduct an innocent girl while her parents weren’t around. But although he felt extrely uneasy, he still had to abduct her.
And not just abduct, but go at it hamr and tongs.
“You’ve been to quite a few places already, how about we go mountain riding today?” he suddenly proposed, “Zhou Mian has a motorcycle, and he ntioned lending it to to have so fun.”
“Ah?” Lin Wanzhou’s eyes went blank, “What’s…?”
“Leisure riding, Zhou Mian told about a place where not many people go.” Xu Qingyan thought Lin Wanzhou was worried about safety and hurriedly explained.
“I have a driver’s license, and he has all the gear. We’ll just go for a ride… steer clear of those competitive riders and take a leisurely couple of laps. It’s quite relaxing.”
He valued his life greatly, not mixing in with those living on the edge on their bikes. Mountain racing and high-speed cornering, pure recklessness—if he wanted that, he’d go to a racetrack.
Being too fast in racing parlance ans one thing—swift delivery. So people race at 200 mph and the Grim Reaper hasn’t even put the pen down before they rack up n achievents.
“Oh oh, should I change clothes?” Lin Wanzhou suddenly beca excited, believing in Xu Qingyan. He was the kind who’d rather risk himself than take others on dangerous adventures.
“Yes, I’ll take you to buy clothes later.”
After lunch.
Xu Qingyan first gave Zhou Mian a heads-up, then took Lin Wanzhou to buy a full set of gear, which was, of course, outrageously expensive. However, he didn’t blink an eye when spending the money.
The money he had earned that half-year, most of which he had sent to his mom, in total was over a million. He wanted to do sothing significant, but it wasn’t quite enough, leaving him with fifty thousand in hand.
Planning to earn a start-up fund of over six million in the next half-year, he’d throw it into setting up a company without blinking an eye, blatantly burning cash.
He’d entered the ga empty-handed, fearless of loss. If by chance he lost everything, he would simply pull back, with two rising divas still backing him, preventing a collapse.
So, save where you must, spend where it counts.
After they finished buying equipnt, they excitedly drove to Zhou Mian’s apartnt. Zhou Mian was already waiting for them downstairs. Seeing Xu Qingyan bringing Lin Wanzhou, he paused.
Damn it, you said you wanted to borrow the bike for a slow ride.
You didn’t say you planned on bringing a little diva with you, damn, although I don’t know why, it still makes want to call you a scumbag! Bloody impulsive youth, you really deserve to die!
Zhou Mian felt a pang of envy sour enough to turn into a lemon, yet still smiled.
“Brother Xu, be safe.”
“Yeah, I know, just a short ride where there are few people and then we’ll co back.” Xu Qingyan nodded, appearing very persuasive, “Just slow riding, a few laps and we’ll return.”
Once they were dressed in gear, Lin Wanzhou carefully mounted the motorcycle and gingerly wrapped her arms around his waist.
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