“Teacher Zhang Ye, hello.” It was a woman’s voice as she said, “I am from Chenhui Entertainment Company. We want to reserve a song from you. The price is negotiable. As long as the quality is as good as ‘Wishing We Last Forever’, we will take as many as you can create. We guarantee you that we won’t give anything less than what Sister Zhang’s company gave.”
Zhang Ye tersely said, “Forget it. I don’t have plans to enter the music industry.”
“We are not in a hurry. You can contact us again when you have the inspiration to write one.” the female voice said.
“I temporarily do not have such plans. Sorry about that. I’m currently busy, so let’s leave it at that.” Zhang Ye hung up.
However, another phone call came in almost immediately after. There was no need to ask. His number must have been leaked. Almost everyone called him at the same time.
“Is this Teacher Zhang?” It was a middle-aged man.
“That’s me.”
“Hello, I’m Sun Xia’s agent. When Sister Xia heard your ‘Wishing We Last Forever’, she especially liked it and especially told me to contact you to reserve a song of yours.”
Sun Xia?
He did not know her. Without a doubt, she was probably someone quite famous in the music industry.
Zhang Ye answered, “Sorry about that. I won’t be writing songs in the near future. My main career isn’t that after all.”
“Please consider it again. Our prices will definitely not be bad… ” the middle-aged man refused to give up.
Zhang Ye said, “It’s not a matter of money. Thank you for appreciating my work. We can talk about it in the future. I still need to record a program now. I’m hanging up.”
The moment he hung up, the third phone call came!
“Hello, is this the original composer of ‘Wishing We Last Forever’, Teacher Zhang? May I know if you have time? Can we meet to discuss? I want to reserve a song from you.”
……
He rejected one after another.
Zhang Ye quickly switched off his phone, afraid that another call would come in.
Xiao Lu and Dafei saw all of this and they were extremely amused, “Teacher Zhang, you sure are in hot demand right now. Everyone is hoping to reserve a song from you.”
“Don’t mention it.” Zhang Ye waved his hand. He really did not have any intention of selling songs. That would be killing the golden goose. All the works in his head were to be put to his own service, and not given to others.