My daughter is so annoying

Guo Hai asked back: "Then what do you mean?"

"hold on."

Guo Hai sighed, and said anxiously: "I know this is a bit of a rush, but I found out that our target company, Xinle Entertainment, has decided to send newcomers to participate, and most of their artists are Internet celebrities, there are already The fan base is established, if we wait any longer, the market may be saturated.”

Fang Cheng smiled and said: "The market is saturated? You still underestimated the fan economy in China, don't worry, wait until the clouds open to see the moon, wait a little longer, there will be opportunities."

Guo Hai is very hesitant. Whether he is the boss or the son of the CEO of a listed company, he is under a lot of pressure.

It is very likely that because of one of my choices, the company will face bankruptcy, and then there will be all kinds of secret ridicule.

"Brother Cheng, when are we going to wait?"

Fang Cheng said: "At least let them have the basic ability to become artists, otherwise everything will be useless."

"How long do you predict it will take?"

"At least two months, possibly up to a year."

Guo Hai sighed and said: "The money in our company's account can last for another three months at most. Even if they have the ability after two months, how can we let them make their collective debut within one month-attract traffic-transfer Turn a loss into a profit?"

"How did the money go so fast?"

Guo Hai said unhappily: "Do you think 1000 million is a lot?"

Starting a business in Shanghai, where every inch of land is expensive, 1000 million is really just a drizzle.

But three months is obviously not enough.

Fang Cheng thought for a long time, finally let out a big breath, and said, "Leave the money to me, and I'll figure out a way."

"You think of a way? What can you do?"

"Don't worry about this."

"Okay, since you said so, I'll wait for your good news."

"Ah."

The two got up, and Fang Cheng sent Guo Hai to the gate of the courtyard.

Fang Cheng looked Guo Hai up and down, and said with a smile: "It seems that it is good to be tired, at least it looks a lot thinner."

Guo Hai wanted to cry without tears: "You don't know how hard I am now, personnel management, departmental collaboration, training, meetings, a lot of things have to be done by me."

Fang Cheng patted Guo Hai's shoulder, and said earnestly, "It doesn't matter if you are suffering now, you are only in your 20s, and in the future you will find... more and more suffering."

Guo Hai originally thought it was a word of comfort.

Just about to be moved.

The result was a mouthful of poisonous chicken soup.

"It's your uncle."

Fang Cheng turned around, waved his hands, and closed the courtyard door.

Qingqing is still taking a nap upstairs, now Qingqing is not as lethargic as before, she sleeps three times a day on average, wakes up once at noon, evening, nine or ten o'clock, and then sleeps until dawn, Fang Cheng is used to this kind of life.

He took out a bottle of foreign wine from the refrigerator, poured half a glass, Fang Cheng sat on the sofa, and began to plan how to earn more money.

The system does not release tasks every day, and most of the rewards for each task are less than tens of thousands, so it is unrealistic to rely on the system to earn so much money in a short period of time.

Still have to sell songs.

Fang Cheng seemed to have tasted the sweetness of selling copyrights last time, and his goal was to write songs and sell copyrights.

"But what should I write this time?"

Fang Cheng muttered to himself: "Stop you from crying? Let's forget it, let's not talk about whether the audience will buy it or not, this song feels disgusting even if you sing it yourself. How about a thunderstorm? No, no, it's too secondary."

"Oh, it's difficult."

After taking a sip of wine, Fang Cheng suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "That's right, it doesn't have to be pop music. In this world, ancient songs and rap are still normal."

"Rap is still too niche, let's choose ancient songs."

"That way you have more choices."

"However, if you want to choose, choose a popular song. Well, if that's the case, [Li Ren Sorrow] is the best choice."

"This song has been popular and has been sprayed. But the spray is due to plagiarism, and if this song is brought to this world, the plagiarism will not exist. Putting this aside, this song has a strong commercial reputation. It was still very successful on the Internet, and it was also on the major new song charts at that time. In addition, it also led a trend on Douyin."

"Okay, then choose this song."

"I don't know if the part can be sung."

Fang Cheng cleared his throat and began to sing:

"I should be leisurely in the rivers and lakes, drinking a pot of dirty wine

Looking at the flowers while drunk is deeply sad

Don't take that pass for a field trip, leave the beautiful woman waiting

In my dream, how many floors higher is this feeling"

Fang Cheng sang for a while, then stood up suddenly and said in surprise: "I actually sang it, but before... Could it be that the musical talent played a role?"

Just when Fang Cheng was thinking hard.

Qingqing's cry came from upstairs, Fang Cheng hurriedly put down his wine glass, went upstairs and carried Qingqing down.

"Don't cry, don't cry, papa is here, papa is here."

Qingqing sniffed, and stared blankly at Fang Cheng with her big eyes still covered with tears.

"milk~"

"?"

"Grandma~milk~(sound)"

Fang Cheng frowned, thought for a while, and then smiled immediately: "If my family, Qingqing, wants to drink milk, right, wait for Papa for a while, Papa will go soak now."

5 minute later.

"Drink milk, my Qingqing wants to drink grandma."