" The Hottest Folk Style Seizes the Top of the New Songs Chart."
"The creative journey of the six-year-old genius Obmar Wu."
Obmar Wu, the youngest father of square dancing
" China Sports Bureau officially lists the most dazzling ethnic style as a special song for square dance."
" Mars Entertainment spends 10 million to acquire the copyright of the most dazzling ethnic style."
……
Obmar had already amazed everyone. He had never expected that a song that showcased his ethnic style would actually become a phenomenal song.
"Son, you're good. If he became the father of plaza dancing, then wouldn't he be the ancestor of plaza dancing?”
Wu Jing was scrolling through his phone when he had nothing to do. He looked at the entertainment news about Obmar one after another and could not help but tease him.
"Tsk, Dad, can you be more shameless? Is it easy for your son? Last night, my legs were cramping.”
"Haha, you still have the nerve to say that. If you hadn't sung and danced that song last night, your dad wouldn't have jumped into the pond.”
Hearing Obmar say that he had been wronged, Wu Jing was even more grumpy.
"Fine, I'm the one who made you fall into the pit.”
"Of course. You're cheating me.”
Obmar could only silently praise his father for Wu Jing's shamelessness.
"Son, let's get down to business. You've really become famous after this song was released. Did you really write this song?"
Wu Jing was still a little suspicious.“
"If it's not mine, then is it yours?”
"Hehe, to be honest, it really is mine.”
"Hmm?"
Obmar was a little confused.
"Son, you're not an adult yet, so as a guardian. I'm actually in control of your current works, so these are all mine.”
"D * mn, Dad, can you be any more shameless?”
Obmar immediately revealed a disdainful expression when he heard Wu Jing's words.
"Alright, your Auntie Huang called just now. Mars Entertainment wants to acquire your copyright. What do you think?”
"This…"
Obmar had no choice but to be cautious. He knew how popular the most flamboyant ethnic style was in the other world.
"The other party invested 10 million yuan and said that they want all the copyrights.”
"So much money?"
Obmar was not a rich second-generation heir before he transmigrated, so when he heard Wu Jing say 10 million, his eyes were shining.
"Son, look at you. Isn't it just 10 million? Look, you're drooling.”
"Ahem, it's not like I haven't earned so much money before.”
"That's true, but I believe that my son will definitely earn more money in the future.”
"What do you think, Dad?”
Professional questions naturally had to be asked by professionals. Wu Jing had been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and he believed that Wu Jing would give him the best answer.
"Your Auntie Huang and I both think that we can sell the copyright. The reason why your song is so valuable is because your song can be turned into a square dance song. That's why its value is so high.”
"If they want the full version, will my name not appear in the song?”
"Haha, so that's what you're worried about. Actually, you can rest assured about this. As a lyricist and composer, your name will definitely appear on all the major radio stations.”
"That's good. Will I be able to write such songs in the future and be worth so much money?”
Obmar suddenly thought of a way to get rich quickly.
"Cough cough, let's not talk about whether it's worth it or not. More importantly, can you write another one?”
Wu Jing looked at his son, not sure if he would write again.
"Hehe, actually, it's hard to say. However, 10 million was enough to spend for a period of time. Even if he had it, he would have to keep it and sell it again.”
"Alright, son, you have the potential to be a profiteer.”
"Tsk, I learned all this from you."
"Haha, I like that."
Obmar and Wu Jing played in the cowshed for most of the day. It was not until Angie and the others came to look for Obmar that he hurried out.
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