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

After Zhu Yingjie left, the booth became quiet again.

Liu Yifei sat to the side, but her gaze was fixed on the brightly colored cocktail on the tray.

It was orange-red and translucent under the light. She had never seen this kind of wine before, but it looked beautiful.

She glanced at Anming furtively; her brother was taking a few steps outside, waiting for the other party to answer the phone.

Her hand quietly reached out.

The moment my fingertips touched the cup, it felt cool and refreshing.

The next second, an annoying voice rang out, "Liu Yifei, don't secretly drink."

Her hand froze in mid-air.

Anming turned his head and immediately saw her outstretched hand.

"How old are you to be drinking? You're not allowed to drink." Saying that, she pushed the bottle in front of Song Mo.

Liu Yifei's face darkened with anger, and she withdrew her hand, leaning back in her chair: "I was just looking!"

"Look! You've already touched her!" Anming glared at her. "If you want to drink, wait until you're an adult."

Liu Yifei snorted and turned her face away from him.

Song Mo watched this scene from the side, then leisurely picked up his glass of wine and drank it.

Liu Yifei glared at him angrily, as if she wanted to grind her teeth to powder.

How annoying this person is! First, they scared me, and now they're complaining about me and even stealing my drink.

She watched helplessly as Song Mo downed the glass of wine in one gulp, her expression turning even more unpleasant.

Suddenly, she picked up the glass of lemonade in front of her and drank half of it in one gulp.

"See, can I have some water now?" she said, slamming the cup down on the table.

Song Mo was amused by her: "Okay, okay, drinking water is good, drinking water is healthy."

He hadn't expected this little girl to be so stubborn, but adorably so.

All I can say is that this 15-year-old fairy is really funny.

This reminded Song Mo of the black and white Border Collie that his parents had raised in his previous life, a dog that liked to compete with him for attention.

On the other side, An Ming quickly finished his call. Instead of making things difficult for Liu Yifei, he ordered her another glass of orange juice.

"Drink this, it'll whiten your skin. Look how much darker you've gotten from filming."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at her brother.

About ten minutes later, the bar door was pushed open and a woman entered.

Anming looked up, saw it, stood up, and waved: "Over here!"

The woman walked over, and Song Mo glanced at her. She looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a gray-blue shirt, dark trousers, and flat shoes.

Her hair was tied in a low ponytail, and she wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses with thick lenses.

He looks no different from an ordinary office worker in a building; you would never recognize him in a crowd.

"Anming, is this your friend?" she asked, her voice not loud, but very clear.

"Yes, this is my buddy, Song Mo," An Ming introduced. "This is Li Shuci, my high school classmate, a top student from the University of Political Science and Law, and now works at a law firm."

Song Mo stood up: "Attorney Li, thank you for your help."

Li Shuci waved his hand: "Don't call me Lawyer Li, just call me by my name. Anming's friend is my friend."

She sat down, and without exchanging pleasantries, said crisply and decisively, "Let me see the contract."

Song Mo handed over the contract.

Li Shuci took it, opened the contract, and began to read it page by page.

She looked at it very carefully, pausing to look at each page for a while, and sometimes flipping back to look at it again.

His brow furrowed slightly occasionally, but he didn't say anything.

Liu Yifei watched from the side and thought this older sister was amazing; she could look at such a thick contract without even blinking.

She felt overwhelmed even after reading just two pages of the script on set every day.

After more than half an hour, Li Shuci closed the contract.

She was not at peace inside.

In the past two years, as the mainland music market has grown larger, music companies have flocked to Beijing and Yanjing.

Their law firm has received countless requests to sign contracts with new clients; she's seen far too many of those contracts.

What kind of harsh conditions haven't we seen? Copyright belongs to the company, minimum eight years, pitifully low revenue sharing—newcomers are basically signing a contract to sell themselves into servitude.

In contrast, Song Mo's offer was unbelievably good.

The copyright belongs to me, the contract is only for five years, the revenue share can be negotiated to 12%, plus a signing bonus.

Such a contract would be considered a pipe dream in the cases she handled.

Therefore, she didn't dare to be careless when she looked at it just now, instinctively thinking that there might be something fishy going on.

After reviewing it thoroughly, I found that there were really no problems with the contract. The only issue was that the penalty for breach of contract was a bit high, but as long as such a clause is clearly stated and the client is willing to accept it, it's not really a problem.

She placed the contract on the table, looked at Song Mo, and her expression was somewhat complicated.

"There's nothing wrong with this contract overall." She paused, then added, "It's just that some details might need to be adjusted according to your needs."

Song Mo nodded, feeling much more at ease. He didn't think Haidie would do anything underhanded, but it was always better to be safe than sorry in this kind of situation.

The two then confirmed some details of the contract, including the scope of the obligation to cooperate in publicity, the specific definition of image maintenance, and the triggering conditions for the termination clause.

Li Shuci explained each point to him clearly, and occasionally gave examples to illustrate her points.

Liu Yifei listened from the side. Although she couldn't understand most of it, she thought this older sister spoke very well, clearly and logically, without any ambiguity.

Finally, Li Shuci carefully put the contract away and handed it back to Song Mo.

"There's nothing wrong with the contract, you can rest assured," she said. "However, I suggest you take the contract back and read it carefully again. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me."

Song Mo took the contract and smiled, "Okay, thank you, Sister Shuci."

Li Shuci smiled slightly and waved her hand: "Don't be so polite, we're friends now. If you have any legal issues in the future, feel free to contact me anytime."

She stood up, put away her glasses, picked up her bag, and said, "I'll be going now; I have things to do at the law firm."

"Leaving so soon?" Anming stood up. "Let's have a drink before we go."

"No, the case isn't finished yet." Li Shuci patted his shoulder. "You guys chat, don't see me off. Just treat me to dinner later."

After saying that, Chong Songmo nodded and turned to leave.

Looking at Li Shuci's retreating figure, Liu Yifei suddenly said, "This older sister is amazing."

Song Mo nodded in agreement, "That's what you call professional."

Then he turned to Anming and said, "Brother An, I didn't expect you to have a friend like this."

An Ming chuckled and said with a hint of pride, "Although I'm not particularly successful, I do have quite a few friends from all over the country."

Song Mo was too lazy to listen to his boasting, so he put the contract away. "Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal. What would you like to eat? Anything is fine."

Seeing Song Mo's confident declaration, An Ming said, "Let's save the food for now. I need to take her back. Are you really sure?"

"I've made up my mind, Ocean Butterflies is the way to go." Song Mo nodded gently.

Anming patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, if you've thought it through, then it's fine. If you really become a big singer in the future, don't forget to treat me to a drink."

"Don't worry, you'll get plenty of wine," Song Mo said with a smile.

The three of them walked outside, and once they reached the hard rock, the sunlight outside was still so intense, and there were more pedestrians on the street.

Song Mo suddenly paused.

He hesitated before speaking, "Brother An, what are your plans for the future?"

"Me?" An Ming paused for a moment, then smiled. "Isn't it pretty good at the bar now? It's just a pity that you're gone, and now I'm missing a companion."

Song Mo looked at him, remained silent for two seconds, and then said, "I have an idea, and I need to ask for your opinion."

"What are your thoughts?"

"I'd like to ask you to be my manager," Song Mo said directly.