Huayu 2002, I'm going to dominate the music scene!

Chapter 105 Tea Master

Song Mo hadn't been sitting on the sofa for long when Gao Yuanyuan called.

"Did my mom just arrive?"

"You came and just left. Why didn't you tell me beforehand? Auntie almost called the police just now." Song Mo was still shaken.

"I didn't know she was going. What did she say to you?" Gao Yuanyuan's tone was a little guilty.

Song Mo leaned back on the sofa, a slight smile curving his lips: "They asked me how old I was, where I was from, what my parents did, and even told me to come over for dinner sometime."

There was a second of silence on the other end of the phone, then Gao Yuanyuan's voice was muffled: "That's all? You didn't say anything else, did you?"

"What did you say?"

"Hmph, I suppose you wouldn't dare say anything."

"Why did you run off without a word this morning? Did you really just want to freeload?" Song Mo said seriously.

Hearing this, Gao Yuanyuan blushed, then suppressed her emotions, her voice carrying an indescribable tone: "Don't talk nonsense. I'm really in a hurry. I already talked to the director a while ago, and we waited for your celebration party before we got to today. As for everything else, let's just stick to the way we were before, okay?"

Song Mo chuckled, realizing the insincerity in her words.

His mind raced, and he immediately transformed into a tea master, his voice becoming sweet and charming: "Ah, so that's what you think, sister. Sigh, it's all my fault. I've made things difficult for you."

Hearing Song Mo's strange tone, Gao Yuanyuan's face turned green. She could only grit her teeth and suppress her laughter: "Song Mo, be normal for once."

"Sister, what did I do wrong again? I can change, sister." Song Mo continued with her tea ceremony to the very end.

Hearing Song Mo's voice, Gao Yuanyuan felt as if her head was about to explode.

All he could do was surrender, "I was wrong, I was really wrong, please don't do this, I was just filming and it was a real rush, please be good, okay?"

Song Mo quickly recovered and said with a smile, "Okay, you focus on filming, I'll wait for you to come back."

"Hmph, I'm really fed up with you." Gao Yuanyuan said coquettishly and quickly hung up the phone, but looking at herself in the mirror, she for some reason thought of Song Mo's performance last night and involuntarily squeezed her legs together.

After washing the clothes and sheets, Song Mo hung everything up to dry, and then tidied up the living room and bedroom a bit before going out.

He ate lunch at a small restaurant near the neighborhood and stopped at a newsstand to buy a few newspapers.

The entertainment section of the Yanjing Evening News headline reads: "Song Mo's celebration banquet was star-studded, with his 'three-colored dress' becoming the focus of the entire event."

The accompanying photo shows Gao Yuanyuan, Fan Bingbing, and Liu Yifei walking into the hall side by side, their white, red, and black dresses standing out prominently in the shot.

The Beijing Times headline was even more playful: "Zhou Zhiruo, Jin Suo, and Wang Yuyan all showed up to support Song Mo, whose face was bigger than a washbasin."

Southern Metropolis Entertainment directly used a meme: "Three women make a drama, Song Mo's celebration banquet instantly turned into a beauty contest."

Looking at the headlines, Song Mo shook his head helplessly. His celebration banquet had been overshadowed by the three of them.

But when he thought about how the three of them looked when they entered last night, he had to admit that they were indeed very pleasing to the eye, so he figured it was okay if their limelight was stolen.

At 2 PM, Song Mo arrived at the studio on time.

"You're here?" Anming gestured for him to sit down and pushed a contract towards him. "This is the final version from Yichun. Take a look and if there are no problems, they said they want to film GG as soon as possible."

Song Mo took the contract and flipped through it page by page. The contract was quite standard: a two-year term, an endorsement fee of 260 million yuan per year, three offline events per year, authorization to use the music and image in stores, and priority renewal rights for similar clothing brands. He glanced at it and put the contract down.

"No problem," he said. "Sign it."

An Ming nodded, took a pen from the drawer and handed it to him. Song Mo signed his name on the last page, and An Ming also signed in the agent's column. The two put the contract into a file bag, An Ming leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"By the way, Master Kong also contacted us," Anming said. "They agreed to your conditions, but requested that the endorsement period be extended from one year to two years, with the annual fee remaining at 80 yuan. What do you think?"

Song Mo thought for a moment: "Two years is too long. Let's keep it at one year. The 80 will remain the same, but we'll have the right of first refusal for the second year. If they don't agree, then forget it."

An Ming made a note in his notebook and nodded: "Okay, I'll go negotiate. Haochidian has already placed an order. The contract will be sent over next week. You just need to sign it."

Song Mo responded. He had to admit that choosing An Ming as his agent was a wise decision; otherwise, dealing with so many troublesome matters would not have been so easy.

After finishing their business, An Ming pulled out a stack of Song Mo's records. "Here, sign them. Qianqian said you've already agreed to sign them."

Looking at the thick stack of records, Song Mo sighed, "Do we really need this many?"

"Didn't you say before that you wanted her to make more friends at school? These are what she needs to make friends. She needs autographed photos and records. After you've signed them, I'll take you to give them to her," Anming said with a smile.

Yesterday, he scolded Liu Yifei for secretly drinking, which angered her. In order to apologize, he decided to target Song Mo, the culprit.

Song Mo sighed, but still took the pen from An Ming's hand. "Sign so many? Can she really send them out?"

In his memory, Liu Yifei was not an easy person to get along with. Perhaps due to her upbringing, she was usually not very talkative. In addition, she had not spent much time in school. Song Mo did not believe that she could make many friends. He seriously suspected that all of these things would end up being a burden on her.

"Just sign it when she tells you to, stop talking nonsense. She said that many people in her class are your fans, so consider this a way of giving back to your fans." Anming urged repeatedly.

Song Mo signed all the records and autographed photos in one go. An Ming nodded with satisfaction. "Let's go apologize to that little brat."

"What's wrong? Did you make her angry again?" Song Mo immediately distanced himself from the matter.

"What do you mean I made her angry again? It's all your fault. Why didn't you keep an eye on her? She secretly drank half a glass of red wine yesterday." An Ming directly blamed Song Mo.

Song Mo gave him the middle finger directly, "How can you blame me for this? You're such a jerk."

An Ming was not ashamed at all. "Stop muttering and let's go. Without these things of yours, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see her. She was really angry with me last night."

"I'll have to clean up his mess," Song Mo said, shaking his head, which made An Ming kick him.

When Song Mo and An Ming arrived at the entrance of Beijing Film Academy, as soon as the car stopped, An Ming took out a temporary access pass and waved it. The security guard glanced at it and let them through.

Song Mo leaned back in the passenger seat, looking out the window at the familiar yet unfamiliar buildings: the main teaching building, the small theater of the performing arts department, and the row of ginkgo trees by the playground—similar to what he had seen when he visited in his later life.

"She should be in class right now. I'll call her later." Anming parked the car and turned off the engine.

Song Mo got out of the car and looked around. The campus of Beijing Film Academy was not very big, but it was very quiet. Occasionally, two or three students would pass by and glance at Song Mo.

Fortunately, Song Mo was wearing a mask and his hat was pulled down low, so he wasn't recognized.

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