CHAPTER 129: CHAPTER 129 WANT TO BUY A SONG

Jiang Baocu suddenly realized that she couldn’t quite keep up with the pace of Gu Jiahui and Sheng Tang’s conversation.

"What do you want to drink, senior brother? I’ll order it," Jiang Baocu said.

Gu Jiahui glanced at Sheng Tang’s cup and said, "I’ll have freshly squeezed grapefruit juice, thank you."

Jiang Baocu got up and went to order.

As soon as she left, Gu Jiahui’s voice lowered a bit, and he looked at Sheng Tang: "Your singing voice is truly beautiful."

"Only the singing voice?" Sheng Tang slanted her eyes at him.

Gu Jiahui’s smile reached his eyes, and his beautiful eye corners curved slightly: "You are very beautiful too."

"That’s too much praise," Sheng Tang said.

She was overly straightforward about the ambiguity, and Gu Jiahui knew that this girl was not simple.

If she was simple, how could she capture Gu Shiting’s attention?

He adjusted his glasses, the cold, hard lenses reflecting out his gaze, covering his gentle look with a layer of frost.

But it was just for a moment.

The next second, his eyes were back to being gentle and harmless.

"...I have a friend who’s in the music business. Do you want to sell this song?" Gu Jiahui asked her.

Sheng Tang: "Didn’t the school say they want to buy it?"

"If the school buys it, only the students in our school will listen; if a music company buys it, it will be released to the market. Which one has more influence, junior, you should know it well?" Gu Jiahui smiled.

Sheng Tang thought for a while: "How much will you offer for the copyright fee?"

"Currently, the highest price for a song on the market is from the famous composer Mo Fan. He once sold a song for five hundred thousand, while others mostly sell for around seventy to eighty thousand; as for lyrics, there’s no dominating figure, but the high price could also be in the tens of thousands.

Your song has both lyrics and melody, and it has never been tested by the market, so the price might not be very high. I can give you two hundred thousand in total, how about it?" Gu Jiahui said.

In Sheng Tang’s world, when she debuted, the highest price for a song was only one hundred thousand, and that slowly increased later on.

For the market, offering two hundred thousand for a complete newcomer is indeed not low.

"Can I think about it?" Sheng Tang said.

Gu Jiahui nodded: "You have my contact information, let me know when you’ve decided."

Jiang Baocu came back with the grapefruit juice.

Gu Jiahui pushed it towards Sheng Tang: "You look quite thirsty, why don’t you have this one as well?"

Then he smiled at Jiang Baocu, "Thank you for the treat."

He got up and went back to his companions.

Sheng Tang took a few sips and left the small shop with Jiang Baocu.

Jiang Baocu asked what they talked about, and Sheng Tang told her truthfully.

"The price is quite high!" Jiang Baocu said, "It’s rare to sell a song’s copyright for this price unless it’s by a well-known composer."

She seemed very familiar with the market.

Seeing Sheng Tang’s confusion, Jiang Baocu hesitated a bit and told her: "My aunt owns a media company."

Sheng Tang let out an "oh" and nodded, "The price isn’t low. It’s just that I don’t really want to sell it."

"Why? Do you want to sing it yourself in the future?"

"The future is still far away," Sheng Tang laughed, "Mainly, I don’t really want to deal with Gu Jiahui."

Jiang Baocu: "..."

She actually badmouthed her male god in front of her. Jiang really had some guts.

"He seems quite shrewd, I’m afraid I can’t outwit him," Sheng Tang laughed again.

Jiang Baocu: "..."

Then Jiang felt that Sheng Tang didn’t really have much ambition.

She poked Sheng Tang and said that she was overthinking it.

Sheng Tang thought that having some sense was better than none. This society is very complicated, and being too naive would lead to you being swallowed up without even bones left.

On the weekend, Sheng Tang spent time at the Gu Family’s place.

She formally met Gu Shiting’s sister.