Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

The next day, Tao Jiji arrived in the capital.

"This is... Salty Fish Entertainment?"

He stood at the door, took off his sunglasses, and looked around at the place that looked like a makeshift operation.

There was no front desk, no impressive logo wall, and not even a decent reception area.

Is this the amazing studio that wrote "Red Beauty" and "Love Me or Him"?

However, he wasn't so particular. He strode over and knocked on the door three times.

"Knock knock knock".

There was no movement.

He knocked three more times, this time with more force.

Still nothing.

Just as Ken next to him was about to make a phone call, the sound of slippers rubbing against the floor finally came from inside the door.

"Click".

The door opened.

A young man wearing baggy shorts and flip-flops, with hair as messy as a bird's nest, appeared at the door.

He was holding a half-eaten bowl of instant noodles in his hand, with a sausage dangling from his mouth, and looked dazed as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"Who is it? Just leave the package at the door."

Chang Shilei slurped up a mouthful of noodles and was about to close the door.

Ken quickly blocked the door crack, his face darkening.

"We're not delivering packages! We're looking for Mr. Yu!"

Chang Shilei paused for a moment, pushed up his thick glasses that were as thick as the bottom of a bottle, and finally focused his gaze on the man wearing sunglasses.

next second.

"Clatter".

The sausage in his mouth fell to the ground.

"Tao...Tao...Tao Jiji?!"

Chang Shilei's usually half-closed eyes widened instantly, and he even started to stammer.

As a passionate R&B enthusiast, I was incredibly excited to see the "King of R&B" in person.

"Please...please come in!"

David Tao flicked his signature side-swept bangs, took off his sunglasses, revealing his signature smiling face, gentle and refined, and stepped into the room.

Walk into that extremely "minimalist" office.

Yu Le sat in the boss's chair, toying with a pen in his hand, and looked at this R&B king of the Chinese music scene with great interest.

Tao Jiji was also sizing him up.

She was a little younger than he had imagined.

Moreover, his lazy demeanor seemed perfectly suited to this dilapidated office.

"I've heard so much about you, David."

Yu Le broke the silence first, pointing to the two glasses of freshly poured water in front of her.

"The conditions are basic, and the hospitality is inadequate. Please have some water."

Ken looked at the two disposable paper cups, his expression quite interesting.

David Tao, however, picked up his cup and took a sip without a care, getting straight to the point.

"Mr. Yu, I'm here today for 'Love Me or Him'."

He put down his cup, leaned forward, and spoke sincerely.

"The arrangement and melody of this song are fantastic; I feel like it was made for me. But I can hear that it could be even better. I'd like to buy the cover rights, or... if you'd like, I'd like to remake a version."

Yu Le smiled.

Bro, this song was originally yours, I'm just a copycat.

However, he still shrugged and refused decisively.

"Feel sorry."

"This song has been fully authorized to Hu Yanbing, and as you've seen, the response has been good. I'm a person who values ​​the spirit of contracts."

The light in Tao Jiji's eyes dimmed slightly.

Also.

Hu Yanbing's album is currently very popular, so it would be unfair for me to try and get a piece of the pie now.

"but……"

Yu Le drew out the last syllable, then reached into the drawer and rummaged around for a while.

David Tao's eyes lit up instantly.

Is there still a chance for things to turn around?

"Although that song is gone, I still have one here."

Yu Le took out a sheet of A4 paper and casually pushed it onto the table.

"I think this song suits you very well too."

Tao Jiji was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously reached out and took it.

Song title: I Just Love You.

This name... is a bit tacky.

He muttered something to himself and looked down.

First section.

Simple guitar arpeggios paired with upbeat drum beats.

A very standard starting move.

But as the melody progressed, David Tao's pupils suddenly contracted.

That's it!

This is R&B!

Every note felt like walking on clouds—light, sweet, yet carrying a power that struck right to the heart.

He could imagine how many vocal runs he would make while singing this song, and how much fun he would have!

"I've always wanted to tell you this~~~~"

"You bring me unexpected joy~~~~~"

"Like an oasis given to the desert~~~~"

Tao Jiji couldn't help but hum aloud.

My fingers tapped lightly on my knees to the beat, and my body swayed involuntarily to the rhythm.

That feeling is back again.

That sense of destiny, as if this song was meant to be his!

If "Love Me or Him" ​​is a heart-wrenching pain, then "Just Love You" is a sweet honey that penetrates to the bone.

Moreover, this sweetness is not cloying, not vulgar, but incredibly sophisticated!

"This song..."

Tao Jiji suddenly raised her head, her hand holding the paper trembling slightly.

"I want this song!"

There was no probing, no haggling.

As a pure musician, encountering this kind of work is like a hungry wolf encountering fresh meat; I just want to devour it whole.

Yu Le leaned back in his chair and smiled.

"You know your stuff."

He snapped his fingers.

"Director Yang, please receive the guests."

The office door was pushed open.

Yang Nuo walked in carrying her pink notebook, a professional smile on her face, her two little tiger teeth flashing with a "kind" cold light.

"Hello, Teacher Tao. Hello, Brother Ken."

She sat down next to Yu Le, opened her notebook, took out a pen, and slammed it on the table with a "thud".

"Since Teacher Tao has taken a liking to it, let's discuss the contract details."

More than an hour later, the contract was signed.

The revenue sharing ratio is the same as Hu Yanbing's. When a single is released, the studio takes 40%; when it's the title track of an album, the studio takes 20%.

Ken's face turned green on the spot; this profit sharing was practically robbery!

Unfortunately, his boss seemed to have lost his soul, clinging tightly to the A4 paper and refusing to let go, so he could only sign it with tears in his eyes.

……

No sooner had David Tao left than the doors of Xianyu Entertainment were nearly bursting at the seams.

The news spread like wildfire.

"Have you heard? David Tao personally went to Beijing to ask for a song!"

"Salted Fish Studio has released another killer track!"

"Holy crap, even David Tao signed that outrageous revenue-sharing agreement?!"

In no time, many people in the Chinese music scene took action upon hearing the news.

Record companies that were still observing, second-tier singers who were struggling to find representative works, and idol artists who were eager to transform their careers... all flocked to the scene.

But Yu Le's songs are not like cabbages; if you give them to the wrong people, you'll ruin a classic.

If he didn't like something, he simply had Chang Shilei hang up a sign that read, "Boss is slacking off, no visitors allowed."

That day, a man wearing an old T-shirt and jeans, carrying a wooden guitar, who looked even more socially awkward than Chang Shilei, stood awkwardly in front of Yu Le.

Pu Shu (普树).

That literary and artistic heartthrob who became famous throughout the country singing "Birch Forest," but who once retired because he couldn't stand the hypocrisy of the entertainment industry.

At that time, he was an artist under Wheatfield Entertainment.

If it weren't for his manager using connections from a bunch of relatives to get in touch with Li Ming, he would never have bothered to come to Li Ming's door asking for a song.

"Um...Mr. Yu."

Pu Shu scratched his messy hair, his voice so low it sounded like he was talking to himself.

"I listened to 'Invisible Wings' and 'The First Dream'."

"I don't want songs that are too... too commercial."

He raised his head, his somewhat melancholy eyes revealing a stubbornness.

"I want to sing something... simple and sincere."

Yu Le looked at him.

This person has an edge that hasn't been smoothed out by the world, a fragile yet resilient youthful spirit that remains even at thirty.

"What a coincidence."

Yu Le opened the drawer and solemnly handed him a piece of paper.

"No one but you can sing this song."

Pu Shu took it.

Song title: "Life is like a summer flower".

"I wonder how long they slept in the darkness..."

"I wonder how difficult it will be to open my eyes..."

As Pu Shu watched, his eyes unexpectedly reddened.

The brilliance and desolation in his writing, the extreme longing and helplessness for life—every word seemed to have been dug out from his heart!

"I've come from afar—and you happen to be here too—"

"Obsessed with wandering the world—I'm wild for her—"

He picked up his guitar and, right there in the shabby office, gently plucked the strings and began to hum along to the sheet music.

The song ended.

Pu Shu didn't say anything, he just gripped the paper tightly.

"The profit sharing can be calculated however you like."

He raised his head, and the awkwardness and confusion in his eyes were gone.

"I must sing this song."

After seeing Pu Shu off, people from Ocean Butterflies Music arrived with generous gifts.

For their talented newcomer, Lin Junjie, who had just debuted but hadn't yet become a big star.

"Mr. Yu, our JJ is very talented! They just lack a signature song that can break into the mainstream!"

He wiped his sweat, a forced smile on his face.

"Could you perhaps...?"

Yu Le took a sip of tea and slowly pulled out another piece of paper from the drawer that looked like a treasure chest.

Jiangnan.

"Take it."

.......

In this way, Yu Le released several hit songs in succession.

Chang Shilei experienced both pain and joy, constantly perfecting the pieces Yu Le had given him.

Yu Le has considered signing new talent himself.

But are you kidding me? Go and create your own idol-raising system? Is that something a human being can do?

These songs lose their soul when sung by someone else; you'd be lucky if anyone could capture even a fraction of their essence.

Wouldn't it be better to just lie down and collect money instead of wasting that time?

These singers all have companies, so we can't poach them. It's better to cooperate and achieve a win-win situation. With the copyright in hand, we can control the world.