After offending capital, my songs became more and more popular.

Chapter 11 The Best Options for Terminating the Contract
The next morning.

When the intense sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the room of the Yunhai Private Hot Spring Resort Hotel, Shen Ming'en rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up.

"Aha..."

I woke up yawning, drew back the curtains, and after a brief moment of discomfort from the change in light and dark, a beautiful view of the sea and sky came into view.

This is the Dongshan Scenic Area in Qingdao, which is also the hotel provided by the "Chinese Music Awards Center" for the guests recording the program.

After recording the show last night, Feng Yucan dragged Shen Mingen out for a barbecue under the guise of "celebrating." The Korean soju they drank was absolutely awful; it was practically watered-down liquor. The industrial alcohol filled my stomach, and the hangover made my head ache terribly...

However, seeing the news about himself online still made him feel quite gratified.

His stomach was growling. Shen Ming'en had overslept. It was already noon, and the sunlight was shining into the south-facing room. It was lunchtime, and the production team was providing food. He simply got dressed, washed up, and went downstairs to eat.

Yunhai Private Hot Spring Resort Hotel is built against the mountain. Its excellent location halfway up the mountain allows Shen Ming'en to see a vast blue sea as soon as he steps out. Today the sun is shining brightly, and the waves, carrying white foam, keep crashing onto the beach, creating a tranquil and healing atmosphere.

Unfortunately, Shen Ming'en had no interest in the beautiful scenery at this point. He went straight to the production crew's restaurant, but when he saw the "feast" that the production team had "carefully prepared" for him, he couldn't help but twitch his lips...

"You guys really know how to live..."

Spicy chicken noodles, snail rice noodles, cherries, bubble tea, starch sausage, French fries, fried chicken strips...

Shen Ming'en couldn't help but ask the staff member, "Brother, is this all-natural, all additives?"

The most amazing thing is that there was a plate of popcorn inside...

Would I dare to eat soldiers from the Teens in Times group?
You were warned by Green Corpse Cold, are you going to take responsibility?
He could barely manage to eat these things, but I'm afraid the production team might poison him, you know...

Just as he was having a headache, a familiar-looking woman walked into the restaurant. Upon closer inspection, Shen Ming'en realized that it was Yao Shuli's assistant named Luo Luo.

Luo Luo clearly noticed Shen Ming'en as well. The latter still held that familiar look of disdain in his eyes, and without even bothering to greet him, he went directly to the production crew member and said:

"We want to order food."

"Oh, okay..." The staff member took out his phone to write it down.

"? You can order food here?" Shen Ming'en's lips twitched, thinking to himself, "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"You can order that too, just a moment." The staff member smiled at Shen Ming'en, then gestured for Yao Shuli's assistant, Luo Luo, to say what she wanted to order first.

"Cabbage, lettuce, romaine lettuce, arugula, purple cabbage, parsley, endive, carrot, cherry radish, sweet corn, cucumber..." Lolo didn't have a memo, and just started reading them out.

Shen Ming'en couldn't stand it anymore: "...Are you trying to feed the rabbits?"

If you eat so much vegetarian food, are you even human?
No, Yao Shuli usually eats this?
No wonder she's so thin and looks a bit sickly; it turns out she's just hungry.
"What are you saying?!" Lolo glared angrily, giving Shen Ming'en no friendly look whatsoever, and said bluntly, "These are all ingredients for making vegetable salads. These things are healthy to eat, what do you know?"

Celebrities need to pay attention to controlling their figure. These are menus given by Yao Shuli's nutritionist. They are all ingredients for vegetable salads, and later some chicken breast, eggs, beef, shrimp, etc. will be added. These are foods that are high in protein and nutritional value and will not make you gain weight.

It's just... not very tasty.

If you eat it for a long time, it really does feel like eating grass.

Too lazy to pay attention to Luo Luo, Shen Ming'en turned to ask the director's crew member, "You guys can cook for yourselves here?"

"Yes, we can." The staff member pointed to the small hut behind and said, "There's a kitchen over there. We welcome everyone to cook for themselves."

Shen Ming'en nodded and didn't say anything more. After Luo Luo finished ordering the ingredients, gave him a disapproving look, and left, he asked, "Can I order now?"

"Yes, we can." The staff member nodded with a smile.

Then, he took out a menu and handed it to Shen Ming'en, saying, "Please order."

Shen Ming'en: "???"

"No, are these all?" Looking at the few options available...

One minute it's Wallace...

One minute it's some kind of half-demon... Are you kidding me, bro?
I need to eat, not treat constipation!
"She can order, while I can only choose from a limited selection?" Shen Ming'en's lips twitched. "Is this how you treat people differently?"

"Haha, this was specifically instructed by the director." The staff member said apologetically, "They want you to concentrate on writing songs and not let the mundane things like daily necessities affect your creative mindset."

Shen Ming'en: "..."

I'm truly impressed by that old man...

Shen Ming'en glanced at the batch of "buffet lunches" in the kitchen that were all additive-free and 0 natural, and pouted awkwardly.

These things are fine to eat for a day or two, but eating too much of them can be deadly...

Shen Ming'en, still suffering from a hangover from last night, felt really uncomfortable in his stomach and couldn't eat any of this stuff. So he silently shook his head, waved to the staff member, and went out into the bright midday sun.

"Ming En, where are you going?" the staff member asked.

"I'll go out and buy some ingredients and cook it myself." Shen Ming'en put one hand in his pocket and raised the other hand to wave. His tall and strong figure, wearing a hat, looked quite arrogant: "I'm afraid your production team will poison me."

The staff member's lips twitched...

He took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket and sent a message to the production team.

……

There is a subway entrance outside the parking lot of Dongshan Scenic Area, about 300-400 meters away from the resort hotel. It takes about 40 minutes by subway from there to reach a nearby residential area, where there are some markets, large supermarkets and the like.

Last night, Shen Mingen went to eat barbecue with Feng Yucan, but unfortunately Feng Yucan had to fly to Fujian for work today. With no one to take care of him and no car, Shen Mingen had to take the subway.

"Cuckoo..."

As soon as they got off the subway, Shen Ming'en's stomach started growling. He simply found a roadside stall selling fried pancakes, fried noodles, and fried rice noodles, ordered a combination of rice noodles and shredded pancakes, and sat down by the roadside to eat heartily and show off his meal...

Some passersby noticed that he looked a bit like Shen Ming'en, but no one dared to recognize him. After all, who would have thought that a man who had dominated the trending topics on various platforms in recent days and was known as "Chuangfei Entertainment" would be eating fried pancakes, fried noodles, and fried rice noodles at a roadside stall?

"grass!"

Recalling the differential treatment he received from the production team, and looking at his current miserable state, with less than two thousand yuan left in his account, Shen Ming'en became increasingly angry. He couldn't help but call out the name of a plant, feeling sorry for himself.

To be honest, my current situation is a bit worrying...

It's like a donkey dung ball that looks good on the surface. Others spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to get to the top of the trending topics list every day, but the money that actually ends up in their pockets is pitifully little.

High exposure in the entertainment industry requires monetization through endorsements, advertisements, filming, appearing on shows, live-streaming e-commerce, and so on. Shen Mingen is currently blacklisted by capital, so no one in the domestic entertainment industry dares to invite him to appear on shows, let alone advertisements or endorsements.

If you can't monetize it, high exposure is useless.

"Fortunately, the song copyrights can still be sold for some money, otherwise we wouldn't even be able to make a living." Looking at the message that his agency, Ruixing Entertainment, had just sent him on his phone, Shen Ming'en silently breathed a sigh of relief.

At that time, Shen Ming'en was actually glad that the two songs he wrote were hits. Otherwise, given the nature of his stupid company, if he wrote any other songs, no matter how popular they were, they would never agree to license them to music platforms...

The songs "Me and My Motherland" and "I Love You, China" were so popular that even state media outlets reposted them, forcing them to grant authorization; otherwise, Shen Ming'en wouldn't have received the money.

Thinking of the company...

"I have to terminate the contract," Shen Ming'en thought to himself. "But how do I do that?"

This stupid company didn't speak up for him when things weren't serious, but when things got out of hand, they joined forces with those capitalists to put pressure on him. Now they're even planning to give him the cold shoulder, which is going to affect Shen Ming'en's income. If they don't terminate the contract, they'll just keep him around for the New Year.
But how to terminate the contract became the problem...

The company originally signed a ten-year contract with "Ruixing Entertainment," and this year is only the first year. The contract clearly stipulates that if they breach the contract, they will have to pay more than 20 million yuan in compensation!

Although it's unreasonable and the final compensation might not be that much, Shen Ming'en still felt it was a huge loss no matter how much compensation he received; it was too cheap for those bastards.

After much deliberation, Shen Ming'en slammed his fist on the table in anger:
"If all else fails, I'll take the civil service exam!"

……

(End of this chapter)