In this world, the market price of a first-rate composer's song was about 700,000 yuan. Previously, Deng Ziqi's bubble song had offered double the price, which was 1.5 million yuan.
Boss Yang's offer of three times the market price was estimated to be more than two million yuan.
Even though Lu Bai's net worth had risen after he went on stage for the Masked King Competition, two million was still a rather high price.
Although celebrities were all quite rich, if they were to really spend more than two million yuan on a song, not many people would be willing to spend that much money. After all, it was difficult to evaluate the exact value of a music piece.
If a song really became popular, everyone would be happy. But if it didn't become popular, then the money would be wasted. After all, the composer only needed to provide the content and couldn't guarantee the actual effect. If the effect wasn't good, there wouldn't be a refund.
Only a rich and powerful woman like Boss Yang would dare to try this kind of thing.
Lu Bai did not reject this cooperation invitation. Firstly, he needed money to pay off his debts. Although he would not earn any money, he was actually quite curious about Boss Yang, who was famous in both worlds.
After all, Yang Xiaomi had debuted as an actress. She could have relied on her looks and figure to be like other actresses and be a flower vase that did not have to worry about food and clothing. However, she had taken a different path and insisted on taking risks to transform her capital.
The most amazing thing was that she had really succeeded in her transformation. In the industry, it was an unwritten rule that if she acted well, she would direct. If she directed well, she would have capital. However, Yang Xiaomi had skipped the middle step and directly became the capital.
This was something that countless male artistes in the industry could only dream of, but a woman like her had done it. It was truly admirable.
Yang Xiaomi was now one of the backers of the industry. She had signed many young artists under her. Although her scale was not considered top-notch, she was at least considered a second-tier artist and could not be underestimated.
And such a beautiful and powerful female celebrity was unique enough even in the entertainment industry.
"Xiao Bai, if you agree, then I'll contact Boss Yang and arrange a meeting. Their company's headquarters is also in the Imperial Capital, so it's quite convenient.”
"As for what song to write, you don't have to be in a hurry. You just came back and rested for two days.”
"Yes…"
Afraid that Zhang Weidong would be shocked, Lu Bai had already thought of what song he should give Yang Xiaomi. He even had the lyrics and music score in mind.
However, Zhang Weidong was driving on the highway. Considering his own safety, Lu Bai did not tell him…
In the evening, Lu Bai returned to his rented apartment with two cabbages in his hands. However, he was blocked by the landlady at the door. She had to hand over 1,000 yuan for next month's rent before he could get through this hurdle.
Lu Bai's rented house was old and run-down. The decoration was old, and it was located in the suburbs. The area was only about 30 square meters, and the walls were yellow. The floor was mottled and old, and it creaked when one stepped on it. However, in a place like the Imperial Capital where every inch of land was expensive, a monthly rent of 1,000 yuan was not considered expensive.
Who would have thought that Lu Bai, who had been touted as a musical genius that only appeared once in a hundred years on the internet, only had around 600 yuan left?
After making a simple dinner with simple ingredients, Lu Bai realized that the Master Cooking Skill rewarded by the system was not completely useless.
At least with this skill, Lu Bai could make delicious dishes with very simple things. Although Lu Bai was the only one at home and no one else appreciated it, it could at least make his hard and simple life a little more interesting.
While eating dinner, Lu Bai opened his old phone that was a few years old. In order to prevent it from being stuck, he cleared the memory before opening Weibo.
As expected, as soon as he clicked on it, the number of private messages refreshed to 99. In fact, there were thousands of messages. Lu Bai's personal Weibo had already gained more than 1.3 million followers.
Although Lu Bai's 1.3 million seemed pitiful compared to those celebrities who had tens of millions of fans on Weibo, he was a real fan, not a robot that was worth a few cents.
"When will it be released? I've already replayed the live video of the Masked King Competition more than ten times, and the traffic is f * cking insufficient!”
"Lu Xiaobai, say something. I know you're watching!”
"Do you guys think Lu Bai doesn't know that he's at the top of the trending searches on Weibo?”
" That's right. Celebrities are always trying their best to gain popularity. Lu Xiaobai is so popular, but he doesn't cherish it at all. He doesn't even post on Weibo. How despicable…"
"Hey, I just saw a girl post on her Weibo, saying that she is a part-time employee at Shark One. Last night, she saw Lu Bai go to her shop to buy instant noodles and even took a photo with her.”
"It must be fake. Which celebrity eats instant noodles? Even if they do, why would they go to the convenience store to buy it themselves? It's too fake."
"That's right. Even if Lu Xiaobai just debuted, with so many representative works, he must be worth millions.”
After reading a few comments on Weibo, Lu Bai closed it without a care.
He knew very well that netizens and fans were mostly fence-sitters. If you had good works and popularity, these people would come and go. Once your popularity died down, these people would run away faster than anyone else.
The funny thing was that those internet celebrities who became popular overnight often felt that they could continue to be popular when they were in the wind. They were almost floating in the sky. In the end, they would be beaten back to their original state by reality in less than three days.
After closing Weibo, Lu Bai opened Weixin again. Zhang Weidong sent a message saying that Yang Xiaomi had replied and wanted to meet Lu Bai tomorrow at a high-end teahouse in the Imperial Capital.
Apart from that, there was also a message from Deng Ziqi this morning asking if he had arrived in the Imperial Capital. He even attached a cute little emoji.
Lu Bai scrolled down and realized that at around seven in the morning, the singer Zhang Jie had also sent him a message asking if he was there.
Lu Bai was a little embarrassed that he only saw it after twelve hours. Hence, he replied to Zhang Jie as well as Deng Ziqi.
Yes, Brother Jie, go ahead.
However, after waiting for a long time, Zhang Jie did not reply, so Lu Bai put this matter aside.
Who would have thought that the next morning, Lu Bai would wake up and look at his phone. He did not know when he had received a new message from Zhang Jie.
Are you there, Xiaobai?
Lu Bai was speechless.
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