Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Xu Qing sat in front of the multi-million dollar SSL mixing console, his fingers rapidly moving the faders.

All audio tracks have been recorded.

He began the final mixing.

Male lead vocals, female backing vocals, piano, guitar, bass, and drums.

Each audio track achieved perfect balance under his control.

Xu Qing pressed the export button.

The progress bar quickly reached 100%.

He unplugged the old USB drive, stood up, and stretched.

Outside the recording studio.

Hongjie glanced at the Patek Philippe on her wrist.

Two full hours have passed.

There was no sound from inside.

Xiao Wang stood to the side, barely daring to breathe.

"Playing tricks."

Sister Hong let out a cold laugh.

......

The soundproof door was pushed open.

Xu Qing came out with the old, worn-out USB drive in her hand.

Sister Hong, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, immediately went to greet her.

"Finished recording?"

Hongjie's tone was clearly skeptical.

Only two hours have passed.

For a normal singer, recording a song can take up most of the day just to get into the right state of mind.

Xu Qing casually tossed the USB drive to Xiao Wang next to her.

"Um."

Xu Qing picked up the faded, worn-out jacket and draped it over her shoulder.

Hongjie looked at his poor and shabby appearance with great disdain.

Actually, this was the first time Sister Hong had met Mingyue Qingfeng in person.

Xu Qing had previously submitted several songs to Xinghuang Entertainment.

However, the contacts were with other editors in the copyright department.

Until last month, the song "Take Me Away" suddenly became a hit.

It was only then that executives at Star Emperor Entertainment noticed this mysterious independent musician.

In order to boost sales, Sister Hong took over the job of being the contact person.

Their cooperation model is very simple and straightforward.

Xinghuang Entertainment receives one song from Xu Qing every month.

Instead of signing long-term contracts, they buy out the copyright in a one-off deal.

Depending on the quality of the song, the price ranges from 500,000 to several million.

This is an extremely rare example of an unfair contract term in the industry.

But Xu Qing didn't care about copyright ownership at all.

He just wants quick money.

"Teacher Mingyue, the evaluation of this song will take some time."

Sister Hong blocked the elevator entrance.

"According to the rules, if it doesn't reach S-level, the price will be discounted."

Xu Qing didn't even look at her directly.

"casual."

The elevator doors opened, and Xu Qing walked straight in.

As the elevator doors closed, Sister Hong's fake smile vanished instantly.

"This beggar has quite a temper."

Sister Hong turned to look at Xiao Wang.

"Go and plug in the USB drive."

"I want to hear what kind of mess he's made of all by himself in there."

Xiao Wang quickly ran into the recording studio and connected the USB drive to the computer.

Open the audio file named "Our Love".

The piano and string prelude bursts forth instantly.

Hong Jie's previously nonchalant expression froze.

The arrangement is incredibly sophisticated.

When Xu Qing's rough male voice sang the verses, Sister Hong managed to maintain her composure.

But when the song enters the second chorus...

Suddenly, that incredibly penetrating and ethereal female voice rose up.

Hongjie was completely dumbfounded.

Xiao Wang's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"Sister Hong, who's singing that female voice?"

Hongjie pushed Xiao Wang aside and moved closer to the computer screen herself.

The audio track clearly displays the superimposed human voices.

"Was a female singer inside just now?" Sister Hong asked loudly.

Xiao Wang shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.

"Absolutely not, he was inside alone for two hours."

Hongjie felt a chill down her back.

The quality of this song goes beyond what can be described as S-level.

This is absolutely a game-changer that can sweep all the music charts.

How could that beggar have such incredible connections?

How could they find a female voice of this caliber to help with the recording?

Hongjie immediately took out her phone and dialed the number of the head of the copyright department.

"Immediately initiate the highest level of financial approval process."

"The bright moon and gentle breeze bring forth a new song."

"Yes, we'll go through the special approval process directly."

"No matter how much money he asks for, get this song first."

Two hours later.

Xu Qing pushed open the rusty iron door to the basement.

The room was so stuffy it was hard to breathe.

He had just walked to the table and picked up the broken water vat.

My phone started vibrating incessantly in my pocket.

Xu Qing took out her phone and glanced at it.

Several short messages popped up on the screen in succession.

The first item is the bank's notification of the funds arriving.

"Your personal account has been deposited with RMB 1,500,000.00 at 15:30 today. Note: Star Emperor Entertainment copyright buyout fee."

Xu Qing counted the zeros at the end.

One million five hundred thousand.

It's three times more popular than the previous one, "Take Me Away".

It seems that although Sister Hong has questionable character, the finance department of Xinghuang Entertainment is still very generous with money transfers.

Immediately afterwards, WeChat notification sounds began to bombard me.

Xu Qing opened WeChat.

All the messages were from Sister Hong.

Hongjie: Teacher Mingyue! Your song "Our Love" is simply a masterpiece!

Hongjie: The copyright department gave it the highest rating of SSS!

Sister Hong: 1.5 million has been transferred to your account, please check.

Sister Hong: Also, may I ask a question?

Hongjie: Which diva recorded the female harmonies in that song for you?

Sister Hong: If you're willing to introduce this female singer to our company, name your price!

Xu Qing found these messages quite amusing.

Queen?

That was a trial card given by the system.

He couldn't very well tell Sister Hong that the woman's voice was actually a fake one.

Xu Qing was too lazy to type.

He replied with just one word.

.:roll.

After sending that message, he immediately set Sister Hong's WeChat to "Do Not Disturb".

The world is finally quiet.

Xu Qing opened her mobile banking app.

Xu Qing sat on a broken chair in the basement.

The phone screen was lit up, displaying the bank card balance.

1,500,036.50 yuan.

Without any hesitation, he skillfully opened the transfer interface.

Enter the account number; the recipient is Jiangcheng Sunshine Welfare Home.

Enter 1.5 million as the transfer amount.

Click to confirm and enter your password.

A green checkmark popped up on the screen, indicating that the transfer was successful.

My bank card balance has dropped back to a paltry 336.5 yuan.

Xu Qing threw her phone on the table, picked up the broken enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" printed on it, and took a big gulp of cold water.

One and a half million can cover the down payment for a very nice three-bedroom apartment in Jiangcheng.

But he never even considered keeping the money for himself.

Because the Sunshine Welfare Home needs the money more than he does.

The dean is almost sixty years old this year.

Every time Xu Qing saw her with her full head of white hair and increasingly hunched back, she felt a tightness in her chest.

The building of the welfare home is too old. In the past, the roof would leak every summer during the rainy season.

In winter, the northwest wind blows in through the cracks in the windows.

Xu Qing will never forget those frostbite and the cold.

Over the years, Xu Qing has donated every penny of her earnings to the welfare home.

The roof of the welfare home has now been renovated and replaced with corrugated steel sheets, which can now provide shelter from the wind and rain.

The windows have all been replaced with double-glazed windows, so we no longer need to cover the gaps with newspaper in winter.

Those sick children finally had the money to go to the big hospitals in the city for treatment and medicine.

But this is far from enough.

Xu Qing was well aware of the true situation at the Sunshine Welfare Home.

The facility currently houses a total of 235 children.

Of these, only 35 children are healthy enough to run, jump, and sit in the cafeteria to eat normally.

The remaining 200 children all suffered from various serious congenital diseases.

Cerebral palsy, congenital heart disease, severe autism, leukemia.

Most of the children can't even get out of bed and have to lie in bed all day, relying on caregivers to feed them liquid food.

The medical, nursing, and nutritional expenses for these seriously ill children amount to astronomical figures every day.

This is why Xu Qing sells a song every month.

He had to ensure that the welfare home's account always had money.

As long as he is there, those children will not have their medication stopped by the hospital because they cannot afford the medical bills.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

The caller ID showed it was the hospital director's mother.

Xu Qing cleared her throat and answered the phone.

"Xiaoqing, how come there's another 1.5 million in the hospital's account just now?"

The anxious voice of the hospital director came from the other end of the phone.

"Did you go off to do something dangerous again?"

Xu Qing leaned back in her chair, her tone relaxed.

"No, Dean Mama, I sold a song to an entertainment company."

"You can make this much money writing songs?"

"There are too many rich and foolish people in the entertainment industry these days; it's normal for a song to sell for over a million."

The dean sighed.

"Don't keep lying to me. I know you're having a hard time out there."

"The last time you came to see me, the shoes you were wearing were coming unglued."

"You've given all your money to the hospital, how are you going to get married and find a wife in the future?"

Xu Qing's eyes darkened when he heard the words "marry and take a wife".

"I'm not getting married, I'm perfectly fine on my own."

"Nonsense, what young man doesn't get married?"

The dean's mother kept rambling on on the phone.

"I'll leave this money untouched for now; I'll save it for you as your future wife's dowry."

"Don't keep it."

Xu Qing immediately interrupted her.

"Isn't that cerebral palsy patient named Xiaodouzi on the second floor supposed to go to Yanjing for rehabilitation surgery?"

"And those children with leukemia on the third floor, their targeted therapy cannot be stopped."

"Money is meant to be spent, so you should contact the hospital immediately to schedule the surgery."

The headmistress remained silent for a long time on the other end, and finally responded with a sob in her voice.

"Xiaoqing, the hospital owes you so much."

"It's something I owe the hospital."

Xu Qing hung up the phone.

If it weren't for the orphanage and Jiang Yue, he would have died that winter.

He stood up, walked to the basement ventilation window, and lit a cheap cigarette that cost three yuan a pack.

Smoke filled the small space.

In my mind, the system notification sounded.

"bite."

"A large charitable donation has been detected from the host."

"Hidden achievement 'The Money-Giving Boy' progress updated."

"Host, is your self-destructive spirit of dedication meant to move yourself or the world?"