"Yuran, I’ve heard your songwriting is pretty good. I’m planning to buy two songs from you. Na your price."
This high-and-mighty opener really made it impossible to stay calm and continue the conversation. Looking at her, Yuran gave a slight smile and turned to leave.
Completely caught off guard by this turn of events, the girls were all stunned. Seeing Yuran turn to walk away, the girl who had spoken took two steps to block Yuran’s path with an unfriendly expression, "Yuran, what do you an by that?"
Yuran looked up at her, thought for a mont, and said, "First off, your attitude is a problem. Secondly, the way you talk is a problem. And lastly, who said that if you want to buy, I have to sell?"
You’re feeling pretty good about yourself, aren’t you?
When asking for a favor, the very least you could do is show so basic manners, understand?
With that attitude and the way you size people up, you expect to treat you with courtesy? Nice dream!
Not in any rush despite being stopped, Yuran stood her ground, her spine straight. She was slightly taller than the girl who had stopped her, and her presence was more imposing.
Seemingly realizing the kind of person Yuran was, the girl who had stopped her rubbed her hair in irritation and said impatiently, "Alright, fine, I was rude. Yuran, what will it take for you to sell your songs to us? The price is negotiable."
Yuran, "Why do you want to buy my songs? For whom? Are you planning to break into the entertainnt industry?"
The girl looked at Yuran in a fit of pique, "Just sell them if I’m buying; it’s not like I’m not paying you. Why ask so many questions?"
Yuran: "..."
After she spoke, the classmate seed to realize sothing was off. It was this very tone that made Yuran not want to negotiate at all. Unable to change her temperant in such a short ti, the conversation fell through again.
She wanted to explain sothing, but Yuran had no interest in listening any further and walked around her.
In desperation, the girl turned around and reached out to grab Yuran’s shoulder. Yuran, caught off guard, was pulled back and stumbled, nearly falling.
She usually had a lot of patience and rarely got angry, but now, she was really mad, "Let go!"
The classmate’s face changed slightly and she let go, but then grabbed Yuran’s arm instead, "I apologize, Yuran. Don’t go yet, I really need two songs."
"I asked what I wanted to know, but your attitude tells you don’t want to talk," Yuran said, looking at her. "Is there a need to continue a conversation without sincerity? Since there isn’t, why waste ti?"
"..."
The girl couldn’t let her pride drop and said to Yuran in a stiff tone, "You know about ’Empress of a Generation’, right?"
Yuran didn’t feel like entangling with her, but her expression changed slightly at the ntion, and she looked sharply back, causing the girl to flinch, "You—you—what kind of look is that?"
Yuran chuckled coldly, though her gaze softened slightly and she looked at the girl with a mock smile, "I know. So, what about it?"
"Well, that’s good. ’Empress of a Generation’ is missing two character the songs. The music director at Yinran Entertainnt really likes your work, and we’d like to invite you to write two songs for ’Empress of a Generation’. Don’t worry, the price will be most favorable."
"Which two characters need the songs?"
Yuran’s voice held a mocking tone, but the girl, absorbed in her belief that Yuran was about to agree, didn’t notice and eagerly replied, "The young Empress and the Empress from the ti when Fu Yuran was shooting. Don’t worry, the price is really good."
How ironic, Yuran thought.
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