"Keke, daddy, isn't Luoluo awesome?"
"Well, the girl is the best. Whatever you want to eat tonight, daddy will give you a chance to order!" Chen Mo patted Shen Xingluo's head lovingly.
As early as when he decided to cooperate with Qian Duoduo, he had thought that someone might vigorously investigate his identity again.
So he asked the little girl to hack into the entertainment company where he once worked, erase his information, and leave a secret door to see who wanted to investigate.
After all, the characteristics of the artists and companies he targeted were somewhat obvious, and he would have investigated in this way.
Sure enough, when I checked through the secret door left behind today, I found that the personnel departments of several companies had accessed the personnel files, within a few minutes of each other.
But he overlooked one thing, not just anyone has hacking skills like the little girl.
So he didn't know who was secretly investigating him like this, but he had targeted a few targets, none more than a few big entertainment companies, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to call on the human resources departments of other companies.
The little girl looked pleased with her father's praise: "Stir-fried yellow beef, boiled beef, cold fat beef!"
Unexpectedly, Shen Xingluo was still so keen on beef, so he responded with a smile: "Okay, I will cook it for Luoluo tonight, but you can't eat too much at night, as it is easy to accumulate food."
"Oh, okay!" The little girl looked a little disappointed, then laughed again, "Then dad, keep busy, I'm going to do some exercise and try to eat more at night without accumulating food."
After saying that, he ran away in a flash, leaving Chen Mo dumbfounded.
At this moment, another cell phone rang, it was a text message alert.
By some strange coincidence, he picked up the phone. After all, he hadn't cleared the missed calls and unread text messages on his phone for a long time.
After clearing the missed calls, he was about to clear the text messages. When his finger pointed at the latest text message, he was stunned.
Although he hadn't clicked on it yet, he could clearly see the top row of words: "Hello, entertainment sniper, I am Shen Qingrou. I wonder if you are lucky..."
As for the rest of the content, Chen Mo didn't read it anymore, but the three words "Shen Qingrou" were enough to make him think a lot.
The first reaction was that the other party already knew that he was five years ago... Then he shook his head. What happened five years ago, it is estimated that the two people who framed him and Shen Qingrou had forgotten who he was. How could the other party It might be possible to find out.
And his personnel file records were wiped, unless a more skilled hacker could restore them.
Without choosing to click on the text message, Chen Mo deleted the remaining unread text messages and sat on the computer chair. He couldn't help but think of what happened five years ago.
More than an hour passed and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.
On the other side, Shen Qingrou stared at the phone screen with a lonely expression, and finally let out a long sigh: "Alas! It seems that people don't want to pay attention to me!"
"It shouldn't be. How could someone in the circle ignore Sister Qingrou? Even if we don't talk about things inside the circle, things outside the circle can still..."
"Maybe the old thief didn't see it? It's only been more than an hour!"
Li Mingzhu and Xie Lan were both comforting Shen Qingrou in their own ways, and they were also comforting themselves. After all, they had not noticed that text messages were very common in life.
But as an insider, it is impossible for such a thing to happen under normal circumstances.
Just when Shen Qingrou was silently preparing to turn off the phone screen, a vibration made her stop what she was doing, and the text message alert made her tremble.
"Hello, Miss Shen, you said you wanted to invite me to sing. Do you have any requirements?"
Looking at the content of the text message, she was actually a little excited. After all, she should be the first person in the entertainment industry to successfully contact the old thief.
Xie Lan and Li Mingzhu looked at Shen Qingrou's expression and quickly came over.
As for Chen Mo, he finally clicked on the text message. After reading the content, he replied without hesitation.
As a result, he had to wait this time, but he didn't wait long. A few minutes later, the phone rang: "Hello, Mr. Wenyu... Ahem, hello, sniper, I'm Shen Qingrou."
"Um...you should call me an old thief. Hello, Miss Shen."
Chen Mo touched his nose and felt guilty and embarrassed when he heard Shen Qingrou's voice.
On the other end of the phone, Shen Qingrou didn't hesitate: "Okay, old thief, I really like if you can help me write a few songs or a song. You decide the price. There are no requirements, as long as the quality... well, the quality is not too bad. Just be original.”
"I can't guarantee the quality of this, but it's definitely 'original'!"
Speaking of originality, Chen Mo couldn't help but feel his ears getting hot, but he still behaved like a normal person.
Seeing that the other party did not respond, he quickly added: "It should be no worse than "Under the Sea", and I will write the lyrics and arrange the music according to your ethereal and penetrating voice, Miss Shen."
He really wanted to help Shen Qingrou. From Yingge's actions, he probably knew that the other party wanted to make a comeback.
Shen Qingrou took a deep breath in her heart. She had naturally heard the song "Under the Sea" more than once. She had also heard all the other songs by the old thief.
Each one is very punchy and can make people cry.
Since the other party said it was no worse than "Under the Sea", then it couldn't be worse than "Under the Sea". There was no need for the old thief to deceive her.
"Thank you very much. I wonder, old thief, how much do you want for a single? I can pay you the deposit first."
"Miss Shen, you don't need to be polite. The price of a song is only 100,000 yuan. I'm not a professional songwriter."
Chen Mo thought about it for a while and then quoted a surprising price. He originally wanted to give it away for free, but when he realized that the other party didn't know who he was, he had to quote a symbolic price.
However, Shen Qingrou was stunned by this price, and Xie Lan and Li Mingzhu were no exception.
Especially Xie Lan, she frowned: a song worth 100,000 yuan, that's the quote for a bronze medal songwriter, a single for a silver medal songwriter also starts at 500,000, a gold medal starts at one million or even two million, as for diamonds As a songwriter, it all depends on your taste.
The veteran entertainment thief is at least a gold medal songwriter. To quote such a price, he is either a fool or has some ulterior motive.
Shen Qingrou could naturally think of this, so her tone was no longer as respectful as before: "A hundred thousand songs, old thief, are you kidding me? Or do you have any other requests?"
After hearing the reply, Chen Mo was stunned for a second. One hundred thousand was indeed a bit low.
But the words had already been spoken, and he could only bite the bullet and explain: "Miss Shen, don't think too much, I am also your... fan, it seems that you want to come back. As a fan, I am very willing to see you come back." Return to the stage.”
"Fans? You're joking, old thief, I also like listening to your songs very much."
After receiving the explanation, Shen Qingrou breathed a sigh of relief. Although she still didn't believe Chen Mo's explanation, she didn't feel the other party's desire from his tone, or the other party hid it too well.
Chen Mo couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: Does Shen Qingrou like his songs?
"By the way, Miss Shen, I don't know if you want the song urgently or not. I may not have much time in the past few days, so..."
"Is it about the concert? Old thief, please be busy first. I will contact you after the concert is over!"
"no problem!"
After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo patted his face. When he heard Shen Qingrou's voice, he was still a little excited. Could it be that he actually still had bad thoughts about Shen Qingrou in his heart?
Then he slapped himself again: "You're not a human! You took someone else's body, damaged their reputation, and retired for five years, and now you're greedy for someone else's body!"
The crisp slap fell, and the phone rang again, this time it was a different phone.
(To be continued!)
