DAEYTT Chapter 004: Sir, Can I Take You Home?

This is life...

Such a helpless phrase.

Li Qingyao stood in place, watching Wang Qian's departing figure, her mind filled with his final smile. Suddenly, she felt a pang in her heart, as if something had shattered and been ripped away from her body, leaving her feeling weak. She sat down lightly, completely stunned.

Liu Lihua helped Li Qingyao collect the agreements, not noticing her state, and hurriedly caught up to Wang Qian's figure, "Wang Qian, wait. Are the two songs you just sang for sale? Considering Yao Yao's face, we can offer you the highest price in the industry, fifty thousand for a new song, buying all copyrights outright!"

Wang Qian frowned slightly, feeling some dislike towards Liu Lihua. But he was an old hand in the entertainment industry in his previous life, knowing that she was a competent agent. He couldn't blame her for anything, so he shook his head, "Buying all copyrights is impossible. If she wants to sing them, let her sing, and just pay me the copyright fee each time she sings."

Since they were divorcing, it was best to handle business matters straightforwardly. He could allow her to sing the songs, but the copyright fee couldn't be reduced.

After that, Wang Qian glanced back at Li Qingyao again, then left.

As he reached the front desk, Wang Qian prepared to settle the bill.

The waiter smiled apologetically, "Sir, please wait a moment. Our boss wants to talk to you about something."

Wang Qian asked in confusion, "Your boss? What does he want to talk to me about?"

A middle-aged man walked out from behind, with a slim figure, refined features, dressed in Tang suit, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He extended his hand to invite Wang Qian, "I'm the owner here. My name is Zhou Xuehua, friends call me Huazi. I have something I'd like to discuss with you. May I know your name?"

Wang Qian nodded, "I'm Wang Qian."

"Please!"

Zhou Xuehua extended his hand again in a sincere invitation.

Out of courtesy, Wang Qian didn't refuse and followed him to a private room at the back.

Zhou Xuehua personally poured Wang Qian a cup of tea, "Forgive my impudence, I'll drink tea instead of wine as my punishment."

Saying that, Zhou Xuehua took a sip of tea himself.

Wang Qian hurriedly drank a cup of tea too, shaking his head, "Mr. Zhou, there's no need. What do you want to talk to me about?"

Zhou Xuehua nodded, "Alright, I'll be direct. Since Mr. Wang said he won't come here again, I won't mention inviting you to perform here. I think I may not be able to afford someone as talented as you. This is the money Mr. Wang earned from singing just now."

Zhou Xuehua placed a thick stack of money on the table in front of Wang Qian.

Wang Qian didn't refuse, after all, this was earned from his singing. But he knew that the other party definitely didn't find him just for this, so he glanced at the money and asked, "Mr. Zhou, you didn't specifically find me just to give me this money, right?"

Zhou Xuehua smiled awkwardly, then nodded solemnly, "Yes! And there's another thing. I want to purchase the performance rights and trademark rights for the two songs Mr. Wang just sang. I want to change my bar's name to 'The Ordinary Road.' Can we discuss it?"

Wang Qian didn't object to this either.

It was a business deal, so negotiation was possible.

As long as it wasn't the kind of cooperation aimed at taking advantage of him, he could sit down and talk with the other party.

"Of course!"

Wang Qian nodded in agreement.

Zhou Xuehua was overjoyed. He had been afraid that Wang Qian would be a conservative and eccentric artistic youth, attaching too much importance to his own works, refusing to let others use them no matter how much money was offered. Now it seemed that Wang Qian wasn't pretending to be a stubborn artist.

"That's great! I really like these two songs. Let me offer you a price first, starting from a minimum of one hundred thousand. If you're not satisfied, we can negotiate further. It would be best if we could find time to talk in detail tomorrow. You can also bring your lawyer, and we'll sign the agreement after the discussion."

Zhou Xuehua smiled and made his suggestion.

Merely obtaining the live performance rights within the bar already warranted a hundred thousand, but if including the trademark rights, it wasn't considered high.

Wang Qian didn't agree on the spot, but agreed to discuss it next time: "That's the best way, very professional. Let's talk about it next time."

Zhou Xuehua smiled, "Alright, can you leave me a contact number?"

Wang Qian left his phone number for Zhou Xuehua, took the stack of money, and then pulled out a few bills and put them down, saying, "Mr. Zhou, this is my spending today, please don't refuse."

With that, Wang Qian bid farewell and left the music bar.

Zhou Xuehua looked at the money on the table and shook his head with a smile.

At the entrance of the bar, as soon as Wang Qian came out, a red sedan stopped in front of him.

The window on the driver's side rolled down, revealing a young, beautiful face with light makeup. It was the young woman who had asked Wang Qian for his contact information in the music bar earlier.

"Hehe, is this what you call fate?"

The young woman leaned against the car window, smiling at Wang Qian.

Wang Qian, with his hands in his pockets, chuckled, "Fate isn't something contrived. My name is Wang Qian."

The woman reached out and shook hands with Wang Qian, playfully saying, "I'm Qin Xuerong. Can I have the honor of taking you home, sir?"

Wang Qian also smiled and shrugged, "It's my pleasure!"

He got into the car, and it drove away steadily from the music bar.

Li Qingyao and Liu Lihua walked out from the entrance.

Li Qingyao's expression was complicated, while Liu Lihua disdainfully said, "See, this is men! Hmph. He just signed the papers with you, and now he's already hitting on someone else. Look at how smooth he is, he must have done this many times before. You haven't seen much of him in the past few years. Who knows how many times he's cheated while still married."

"A man like him is better off divorced early. He's not worthy of you!"

Li Qingyao recalled her memories of her past with Wang Qian, shaking her head lightly, "He's not like that."

Liu Lihua was frustrated, "Even after seeing it with your own eyes, you still don't believe? Yao Yao..."

Li Qingyao quickly hastened her steps towards her parking spot, "Stop talking. He's already divorced now, so whatever he does is his business. You and I have no say. Sister Liu, I want to rest for a couple of days. Can you reschedule tomorrow and the day after's appointments for me?"

Liu Lihua was shocked, "Yao Yao, don't be impulsive. Tomorrow is a big brand event, we agreed to attend it a month ago, and they've already made advance arrangements and announcements. Your fans' support team has already gathered many people to cheer for you. The day after tomorrow, there's also a recording for a top-tier variety show..."

Li Qingyao's steps slowed down instantly, sighing, feeling somewhat helpless.

Although others saw her as glamorous, with the halo of fame surrounding her, the burdens on her shoulders were extremely heavy, like being trapped in a spider's web, tightly entangled, the more she struggled, the tighter the entanglement, unable to break free.

She heard Wang Qian's words echoing in her mind - "This is life!"

"Well, then, I'll rest for half a day."

Li Qingyao compromised.

Liu Lihua sensed Li Qingyao's mood wasn't right and thought for a moment, "Alright, I'll arrange it for you. But there's only half a day available at most. If you want to rest, I can give you a few days off at the end of the month."

Li Qingyao, wearing a mask, looked weary and didn't want to talk.

The two got into the car and quickly left the area.


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