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The meeting room door closed, shutting out the commotion in the hallway outside.

Chen Zhi sat at the head of the long table, with David to his right and Dai Dama to his left. Opposite them were Taylor Swift and her agent Jeffrey, as well as two legal counsel.

The remaining bodyguards and entourage were arranged in the adjacent lounge, while Pei Ningxue personally oversaw the tea break.

Jeffrey opened his briefcase, pulled out a stack of documents, and got straight to the point: "Mr. Chen, we are very interested in a global endorsement partnership for Deep Space Technology, but before we discuss the price, I need to confirm one thing."

"Speaking."

"What exactly is Moss?" Jeffrey stared into Chen Zhi's eyes. "We did some background research. Your AI product has indeed caused a huge stir on the Chinese internet, but frankly, people in Silicon Valley have reservations. Many people think it's a successful marketing campaign rather than a real technological breakthrough."

"They acknowledge that you've created a storm in the Chinese market, but they generally remain reserved about the technology itself. After all, your servers are still frequently busy even today, aren't they?"

Because Deep Space Technology has just secured funding, its supercomputing center is not yet completed, and its business has not expanded overseas, even domestic users frequently encounter "server busy" errors when using Moss.

Therefore, for foreigners who don't understand the full picture, AI is just a concept, like the metaverse before. No one knows where AI will ultimately go. Apart from some powerful companies that have already made deployments in the field of AI, many companies are still in a wait-and-see state.

Chen Zhi didn't answer immediately, but turned to look at Dai Dama.

Dai Da-mai understood and turned on the projection system in the center of the conference table.

"Mr. Jeffrey, a thousand words are useless; let's just demonstrate."

The projection screen lit up, and Moss's virtual image appeared, with long silver hair, red eyes, and the mature and sophisticated look generated by big data.

Taylor sat up slightly and looked at the virtual person on the screen.

"Hello, Ms. Swift," Moss's voice came from the speaker, fluent English. "It's an honor to meet you."

Taylor raised an eyebrow and nodded politely at the screen. It was clear she was well-informed; a talking virtual avatar wasn't enough to shock her.

Chen Zhi spoke up: "Moss, write a song for Ms. Swift."

"What topic?" Moss asked.

"About..." Chen Zhi thought for a moment, then looked at Taylor, "Ms. Swift, would you like to choose a topic?"

Taylor thought for a few seconds with interest: "Losing a cat."

The whole world knows she owns cats.

"And the style?" Moss pressed.

"I'll do it my way." Taylor leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and struck a pose that said, "I'd like to see what tricks you can pull."

Code and text begin to scroll across the screen.

Seven seconds.

Moss's voice came through again: "Composition complete. The song is titled 'The Last Sunbeam,' and is three minutes and forty-two seconds long. It includes complete lyrics, melody line, chord progressions, and arrangement suggestions. Would you like to play the demo?"

Jeffrey's professional smile froze for a moment.

Write a complete song in seven seconds?

"Play," Taylor said.

The prelude to a piano began to play in the conference room.

The melody unfolds gently, with a touch of country folk, before shifting to a pop-rock arrangement in the chorus, building emotion layer by layer. Moss sings in a synthesized female voice; while the timbre lacks the texture of a real person, the melody and the lyrics are already quite striking.

Chen Zhi secretly observed Taylor's reaction.

During the first verse, she maintained a scrutinizing expression.

When the chorus came, her fingers began to tap lightly on the table in time with the beat.

In the second verse, the bridge section features an extremely clever key change—suddenly sliding from a major key to a minor key, and the lyrics shift from reminiscing about the warmth of the cat to "all departures are to teach you to cherish."

Taylor's fingers stopped.

She sat up straight.

After the song ended, the conference room was silent for a full five seconds.

Jeffrey turned to look at Taylor, but Taylor didn't look at him; she was staring at Moss's virtual image on the projection screen.

"Play it again," Taylor said.

Moss is played again.

Taylor listened more carefully this time, and even took out his phone to record a segment.

After the second repetition, Taylor finally spoke, his pace much faster than before: "What logic did you use for the key change in Bridge? Why did you choose that position to switch from E-flat major to C minor?"

She was actually discussing composition techniques with an AI.

Moss answered fluently: "Based on the stylistic analysis of your past fourteen albums, you prefer to use parallel shifts in relative major and minor keys when dealing with emotional transitions, rather than traditional dominant inversions."

The bridge, placed after the second verse and before the final chorus, is a progression of emotions you used in the ten-minute version of "All Too Well." I made a slight adjustment, moving the key change two bars forward to match the suddenness of the theme of 'loss.'"

Taylor put down his phone.

She looked at Chen Zhi, her expression no longer showing the "polite cooperation" she had shown before.

"This is not a search engine; it understands music."

Chen Zhi nodded: "It understands everything."

Jeffrey was scribbling something down in his notebook.

Taylor suddenly smiled and turned to Jeffrey: "I think we can talk."

Jeffrey closed his laptop, cleared his throat, and reverted to his shrewd business negotiator: "Alright, since the technical demonstration satisfied Taylor, let's discuss the details."

He opened another document: "First, there's the endorsement fee. Based on Taylor's current global commercial value assessment, the base price for an exclusive global endorsement back then was—"

He gave a number.

Dai Da-mai was stunned when he heard the number. He quickly tapped a few buttons on his phone's calculator, then looked up at Chen Zhi with an expression that seemed to say, "Boss, are you sure?"

Chen Zhi remained unfazed.

"Can."

Jeffrey was clearly surprised by the other party's quick agreement, and paused for a moment before continuing, "In addition, there are several additional clauses in the contract. First, during the endorsement period, Taylor has the right to review all Moss promotional content using her image. Second, if it involves AI mimicking Taylor's voice or creative style, a separate licensing agreement will be required and additional payment will be made. Third—"

"No problem, our legal team will go over the details with you." Chen Zhi interrupted his long-winded explanation, "I also have an additional condition on my end."

Jeffrey looked up.

"After signing the endorsement contract, Taylor will need to participate in a Chinese music variety show, which will be held in mid-March. The specific date is yet to be determined. She will only need to attend for one night and sing one song."

Jeffrey frowned. "Which show?"

"The final of Hunan TV's 'Singer' Season 2".

Jeffrey and Taylor exchanged a glance.

"This is outside the scope of our standard business itinerary," Jeffrey said cautiously.

"Taylor's current tour schedule is very tight. Adding an Asian television program at the last minute involved flight adjustments, revised security plans, and coordination with tour sponsors."

"I know." Chen Zhi picked up his teacup and took a sip. "So this isn't free. The appearance fee is separate. Taylor's team will provide a figure, and we'll evaluate it."

Jeffrey called out another number.

This time, Dai Dama didn't even want to press the calculator button; he simply buried his face in his hands.

Chen Zhiyi didn't haggle: "Deal. But I have one condition: before the show airs, the news of Taylor's attendance at the 'Singer' finale must be kept absolutely confidential. This is a hard and fast clause in the contract, and a double penalty will be imposed for breach of contract."

Jeffrey glanced at Taylor.

Taylor shrugged. "We can accept the confidentiality clause, but I'd like to know, who are you helping by getting me to sing on this show?"

This woman's intuition is quite accurate.

Chen Zhi smiled and said, "She is a very talented young Chinese singer and one of the finalists. I hope you can sing a song with her as a guest."

"What's her name?"

"Lin Wanwan".

Taylor took out her phone and searched on the spot. The video loaded, showing a live performance by Lin Wanwan during the semi-finals of "Singer".

No one spoke in the meeting room until she finished reading.

Two minutes later, Taylor put down her phone: "Nice voice, very talented. Is she your friend?"

"Girlfriend," Chen Zhi answered crisply.

Taylor smiled.

Jeffrey laughed too, a laugh of "I see."

"Okay." Taylor put her phone away. "A man who spends money on love at least proves he's not a stingy partner."

She stood up and extended her hand: "Mr. Chen, I look forward to cooperating with you."

Chen Zhi grasped her hand: "It's a pleasure working with you."

The meeting room door opened, and Pei Ningxue stood in the doorway holding a cup of coffee.

Her gaze swept over Chen Zhi and Taylor's clasped hands, her expression remaining completely unchanged.

"Ms. Taylor, your latte." Pei Ningxue handed over the coffee in fluent English, smiling politely. "I am Pei Ningxue, CFO of Deep Space Technology."

Taylor took the coffee: "Thank you. Your CEO just said something very interesting."

Pei Ningxue tilted her head: "What did you say?"

"He said that Chinese singer is his girlfriend," Taylor said, taking a sip of his coffee. "You can tell he loves her very much."

Pei Ningxue's smile remained unchanged.

"Yes," she replied softly, "He really knows how to love."

Chen Zhi stood three steps away, cold sweat pouring down his back.

Pei Ningxue turned to him, her smile still perfect, but Chen Zhi could read the meaning in her eyes.

When we get back tonight, let's settle the accounts properly.