Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

After the recording was finished, Fei Zhao took Lin Yuan and Xu Nian to Tianxing's small conference room.

The meeting room was small, with an oval table, six chairs, and several potted plants on a shelf against the wall. Outside the window was the skyline of the entire city.

Fei Zhao sat in the main seat and raised his chin slightly.

"sit."

Lin Yuan pulled out a chair, plopped down, and spun it around halfway, rocking it like a swing: "Sister Fei, this setup doesn't look like we're discussing copyright, it looks like we're about to sign a contract of servitude."

Fei Zhao's lips twitched slightly: "If you're willing to sell, I can consider offering a high price."

"That depends on what you're buying," Lin Yuan said seriously. "Buying talent is expensive, buying good looks is even more pricey. Buying shamelessness... that's cheap, wholesale price, discounts for bulk orders."

Xu Nian sat to the side, trying hard to suppress her laughter, and lowered her head to pretend to study the wood grain on the table.

Fei Zhao was too lazy to argue with him and got straight to the point:

"Let's get down to business. It's about the copyright issue of the song 'Summer Wind.'"

Lin Yuan sat up straight.

"The song 'Summer Breeze'," Fei Zhao tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice, "I personally have high hopes for it. The company is also planning to use it for our August Star Chart campaign. So, I'd like to give you two options."

"I'm all ears." Lin Yuan gestured for him to speak.

"Option One: Buyout." Fei Zhao held up one finger. "The company will pay 1.6 million yuan upfront to purchase the exclusive rights to this song. Once the contract is signed and the money is in your account, this song will have nothing to do with you anymore. If it becomes a hit, it's our money; if it flops, it's also our money."

Upon hearing this number, Xu Nian froze in her chair as if she had been struck by a pressure point.

One million six hundred thousand?

She's been in the industry for three years and has never seen so much money.

Lin Yuan whistled: "One million six hundred thousand, sounds like I won the lottery."

"You can understand it this way," Fei Zhao said unmoved, raising his second finger. "Second, advance payment plus revenue sharing. The company will advance you 800,000, and you'll also receive 25% of the master tape's net profit. After deducting production, promotion, and distribution costs, you'll take this percentage of the net profit from all the song's release revenue."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yuan didn't hesitate:

"I choose option two."

Fei Zhao raised an eyebrow but remained silent, waiting for his explanation.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head, his tone casual, but his eyes unusually serious:

"1.6 million is indeed a lot, but it's a one-time payment; once it's received, it's gone. Option two is different—an advance payment of 800,000 will be enough for me for a while, but the profit sharing is the real money."

He paused for a moment, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"More importantly, I believe in my talent. I know in my heart whether this song will be a hit. If it is, the profit sharing will be far more than 1.6 million. If it doesn't..."

He shrugged. "Then I'll only take 800,000. If I lose it, I lose it. I accept it."

Fei Zhao looked at Lin Yuan, a cryptic glint in his eyes.

This seemingly carefree young man is more clear-headed than anyone else when it comes to the value of his work.

"OK."

She changed the subject, looking at Xu Nian: "As for the singer's portion, Xu Nian, for the recording version of this song, after deducting costs, Tianxing gets six and you get four. This is the company's standard singer revenue sharing ratio for chart-topping projects."

Xu Nian looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Four...four percent?

She worked at Tianxing Entertainment for three years. For her first album, she received a fixed recording fee, with little to no revenue sharing or even sales bonuses. Although Tianxing didn't explicitly sideline her, she was always placed last in resource allocation.

Now, with just one sentence from Fei Zhao, she has directly received the singer revenue share from the chart-topping project?

"President Fei, I..." Xu Nian's voice trembled slightly, "Can I really do this?"

"You sang that performance in the recording studio just now; it was your own singing, not mine," Fei Zhao said calmly. "The opportunity is yours; whether you seize it or not is up to you."

She paused, then added, "Of course, there's one thing I must make clear beforehand. Your contract is still with Tianxing, and you have no right to take the original recording of this song after your contract expires. It belongs to the company."

Xu Nian nodded vigorously, her eyes reddening again: "I understand! Thank you, President Fei! Thank you... thank you, Lin Yuan!"

Fei Zhao pondered for a moment, then pulled another document from the folder and pushed it in front of him.

"There's one more thing."

Lin Yuan looked down and saw the words "Tianxing Entertainment Senior Composer Contract" printed on the cover of the document.

He paused for a moment, then chuckled: "Sister Fei, is this... you're going to take care of me?"

"Keep you as a sugar daddy?" Fei Zhao sneered. "I'd like to keep you too, but didn't you say you wouldn't sell yourself?"

Lin Yuan laughed heartily: "Just kidding, just kidding."

Fei Zhao didn't respond to his comment, and his expression became somewhat more composed:

"This is a legitimate contract. Tianxing Entertainment wants to sign you as their exclusive composer, with the benefits of a senior composer."

Her tone carried a rare seriousness: "Lin Yuan, you are very talented. 'Summer Wind' proves that you can not only write, but also write things that move people. Tianxing is in dire need of composers like you right now."

Lin Yuan picked up the contract, flipped through it, and when he saw the title of "Senior Composer," he couldn't help but whistle again.

"A top-tier composer... It sounds like I was suddenly pulled from Bronze to Master rank."

"Don't get carried away," Fei Zhao said calmly. "Being a senior composer is just the beginning. In Tianxing Entertainment's composition department, there are people ten times more experienced than you, and some who have won the annual Golden Melody Award. Whether you can establish yourself after you get in depends not on your words, but on your work."

"And—" Her gaze darkened slightly, "After signing the contract, you'll need to produce a certain number of works for the company each year, with priority given to artists under Tianxing's label. The specific terms are in the contract; you can read them yourself."

Lin Yuan flipped through the contract page by page, his gaze lingering on the key clauses for a few extra seconds—the number of works, priority supply clauses, copyright ownership, and liability for breach of contract.

His expression gradually changed from nonchalant to serious.

Xu Nian sat to the side, barely daring to breathe, feeling a strange sense of "witnessing history" in the scene.

three minutes.

Lin Yuan finished turning the last page, closed the contract, and looked up at Fei Zhao.

Where's the pen?

Fei Zhao's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile as he pulled a pen from his pocket and handed it to him.

Lin Yuan took the pen and signed his name at the end of the contract.

The sound of the pen nib gliding across the paper was exceptionally clear in the quiet meeting room.

After signing, he pushed the contract back, leaned back, and let out a long sigh:

"Sister Fei, aren't you touched that I signed so readily?"

"I'm not moved." Fei Zhao put the contract into a folder. "Being moved is a weak emotion; I prefer negotiation."

Lin Yuan: "..."

Alright, it really is Fei Zhao.

Xu Nian, who was standing next to her, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, then quickly lowered her head and pretended to cough.

Fei Zhao stood up, picked up the folder, and straightened his sleeves.

"Alright, that's all for today. The company's legal department will handle the follow-up procedures for the contract. Feel free to ask if you have any questions about any clauses."

She turned and walked towards the door, her high heels clicking on the ground like the drumbeats of a victor.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and, without turning her head, said:

"By the way, Lin Yuan."

"what?"

"If 'Summer Breeze' can top the August Star Chart, I'll personally add another 5% to your 25% share."

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"I, Fei Zhao, never go back on my word." She turned her head to the side, and the setting sun shone in from behind her, outlining a sharp silhouette.

Lin Yuan stared at the closed door, paused for two seconds, and then suddenly turned to look at Xu Nian.

"At the top of the list..."

Xu Nian nervously gripped the hem of her clothes: "Lin Yuan, are we confident?"

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, a slow smile spreading across his face. He didn't answer.

He simply turned his chair around, patted the table, and said in a relaxed tone as if he were saying the weather was nice today:

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a bowl of noodles to celebrate us officially becoming colleagues."

Xu Nian was taken aback: "Colleague?"

"Yeah, right." Lin Yuan stood up and stretched. "Aren't the composer and singer both people from Tianxing?"

He pushed open the door, and the end of the corridor was already bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

"Are you coming or not?"

Xu Nian looked at his back, hesitated for a second, and then quickly followed after him.

"……Come."