The party was not far from the basement where Chen Mo lived, so he was not in a particular hurry.
I came to the computer, logged into the Forgotten Music platform, and watched the recently released "Under the Sea". It had 3,256,124 clicks and 2,753,945 downloads. The download ratio reached 84%, which is very good, considering that it has only been less than a week.
This song has already entered the top 20 of the Yanguo Music Chart monthly list, while the song "Hope" did not even enter the top 50.
Of course, in the first two or three months, Chen Mofa's song data were not so good.
Downloading music on the Forgotten platform only costs 1 yuan. Authors who have signed a contract can get 0.4 yuan, and authors who have not signed a contract can also get 0.2 yuan.
Calculating this, up to now, for just one song "Under the Sea", he can get more than 400,000 yuan after excluding personal taxes.
Therefore, he is not short of money at all, but because now he has no requirements other than daily necessities and entertainment needs, so he lives casually like this.
He picked up another mobile phone from the computer and looked at the 99+ missed calls with a disdainful smile on his vicissitudes of life.
Without checking, he knew who most of the calls came from, and they were just asking for revenge, singing invitations, or signing contracts. But he has no interest in it. His only purpose now is to become a professional entertainment sniper!
The feeling of a successful sniper shot gave him a morbid pleasure.
As for those who leave abusive comments in the comment area where he releases songs, he doesn't take them seriously. As long as they can't be seen, nothing will happen.
"Huh? Someone from Xinghai Studio has released a song?"
Unintentionally, Chen Mo browsed a new song. The singer came from a small studio, and he had also stayed in this studio.
His job was to write lyrics, compose music and arrange music, but he also took care of the studio's sanitation and other chores. Everyone shouted at him, either bringing tea or water or doing shopping.
The most important thing is that at Xinghai Studio, he wrote four or five songs, but he didn't have a single signature. They were all occupied by others.
Now that there are artists in Xinghai, the next target for sniping has appeared. You have to think carefully about what song to use for sniping!
Today's Earth Entertainment Gift Package has unlocked hundreds of classic pieces of music of all kinds. Even the variety show and poetry sections are no longer blank, and he can squander them. He carefully analyzed the style and content of the new song, and then looked for similar or opposite songs under the music column of the music gift package...
Only at this time will Chen Mo feel extremely fulfilled and energetic!
Unconsciously, it was already past six o'clock. He quickly took a shower, tidied his hair casually, and left the basement.
Living alone in Chengdu, he didn't think about buying a car. He mainly liked the feeling of taking public transportation, being able to look at the scenery outside the window and completely relax.
By the time we arrived outside the reserved hotel room, it was already past the time.
Listening to the slightly noisy sounds inside, Chen Mo already knew what he was going to face next. He paused outside the door before reaching out and pushing open the box door.
In an instant, the noisy sound disappeared, and the dozen or so people gathered around turned to look at him.
Chen Mo's appearance was really too stunning. He was dressed in casual work clothes, with stubble covering his mouth. If his long hair hadn't been combed back with side bangs, he would have been unable to see the way.
"Who is he? Did he go to the wrong place?"
At this time, someone whispered something in a low voice.
And an old man in his sixties who had been sitting aside silently had a gloomy face and slapped the dining table hard: "Humph! Look what you have become now? I..."
The old man was so angry that he couldn't speak. He held his chest and took a long breath.
A rare bitter smile appeared on Chen Mo's face: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I let you lose..."
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he heard the old man opposite say: "Don't call me teacher, I don't have any useless students like you!"
Only when the quiet people heard this sentence did they react: "Ah! He...he is Chen Mo!"
"Chen Mo? Absolutely impossible!" Another voice took over, "Although Chen Mo is not super handsome, he will not become like this, and he is a famous figure in our school. How can he be so poor? ?”
Everyone was silent for a while, and it took a while to accept this fact.
The girl among a dozen people looked at Chen Mo with her beautiful eyes for a moment, showed a tangled look, and then withdrew her gaze.
Chen Mo had already expected this, and walked to the corner and sat down without saying a word.
But soon everyone forgot what happened before and started talking to each other about their lives after leaving campus: they were all students brought out by Professor Fan Guohua, some became silver medal lyricists; some became slightly famous arrangers. ; Others have developed into first-line artists, and are only one step away from the position of little diva...
After the party, everyone was very happy. It has been rare for five years to get together so neatly.
Of course, two people were not in a good mood all the time, and another one didn't say a word, just lowered his head and ate.
Two hours later, the party broke up because someone else had something else to do.
Fan Guohua walked to Chen Mo expressionlessly: "You...come out with me!"
Seeing the teacher leaving in anger, Chen Mo sighed in his heart, then got up and followed.
"What are you thinking? What happened in the past five years? Why did you do something like that later?" In a small tea room, Fan Guohua stared at the opposite side with hatred and asked three times in a row.
In his hand, he held a mobile phone, which was playing "Under the Sea".
Listening to "Under the Sea" and looking at the teacher's face, Chen Mo smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that it's been so long and I even changed my voice. Teacher, you still recognized it!"
There was no refutation, because he knew the teacher very well, and the teacher would not tell the truth if he was not confident enough.
Fan Guohua stared at Chen Mo closely and sighed for a long time: "I don't know what happened to you in the past five years, but from your songs, I feel very depressed, angry, unwilling and painful! I am you Teacher, can’t you tell me what’s going on?”
"You have been sniping at some artists for more than half a year. Could it be that there is some deep grudge between you two?"
"Teacher, please don't worry about this. I have my own life! I'm sorry! I disappoint you!"
When the anger in Fan Guohua's eyes was about to emerge, Chen Mo did not give an explanation, but just said this sentence, then bowed and left the small tea room.
He couldn't explain it because it concerned more than just him.
He felt very guilty about that person. He didn't stand up to clarify the situation at first because there was no evidence at all. On the contrary, it would be counterproductive and further confirm that person's 'bad deeds'. And as a newcomer who has only joined the company for one day, no one will take his words seriously, and his status in the company is not low.
Seeing the latter's slightly vicissitudes of life, Fan Guohua's heart clenched inexplicably.
Chen Mo was a student he had always been very optimistic about. If nothing else, he would say that the songs he had released in the past six months or so were very dark and depressing emotionally, but every song could be called a masterpiece.
His students are even more talented than before, but their personalities have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Standing in the small tea room, Fan Guohua clenched his fists and made a decision: no matter what, he would find out what happened to his student after graduation. Such a talented musician must not be ruined like this!
(To be continued!)
