I'm serious about making money

On campus, by the side of the road, a few girls squatted on the side of the road and wept as soon as they came out of the examination room.

It is estimated that the performance is not ideal.

Exams are always like this, some are happy and some are sad.

Jiang Yu was relaxed, and a huge stone fell to the ground.

For him, the art test is just a node in his life, a means rather than an end.

He was not bad at first, and with a relaxed mind, he was naturally handy in dealing with it.

"Hey, classmate," Yang Mi suddenly chased after him.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yu turned around and waited for her.

Yang Mi said: "Seeing that your acting skills are good, maybe you will be a classmate in the future, please leave a call."

Playing the tomb is naturally a joke.

Jiang Yu acted as a tomb once in her previous life, and was eliminated miserably in the end. Naturally, she can't make such a mistake in this life.

The last one he played was their grandfather.

Jiang Yu brought out all the acting skills of her previous life, and vividly portrayed the scene of an old grandfather saying goodbye to his children before he died.

Among them, Yang Mi, a good granddaughter, was the most filial, kneeling in front of him and crying.

As a result, the two have a deep impression of each other.

For the beauty's request to leave a phone number, Jiang Yu has no choice but to get to know her first.

Among the few florets born in 85, what he admires the most is this big secret, who is beautiful and capable of doing things.

Most importantly, be ambitious enough.

Unlike a certain salted fish, it is completely lazy to turn over.

After the two exchanged phone numbers, they agreed to contact each other later, and then separated.

When Jiang Yu returned to the rental room, she was startled as soon as she opened the door.

"Fuck, what's the matter with you?"

He actually saw Jia Lin lying on his bed and fell asleep. Luckily, she was wearing clothes, but there was a puff at the corner of her mouth, which wet the bed sheet a lot.

"Well," Jia Lin snorted, rubbed her eyes and sat up, saw Jiang Yu at the door, quickly wiped the corner of her mouth and said, "I'm sorry, brother, I just fell asleep without paying attention."

Jiang Yu was already familiar with her, so she stopped being polite and said in disgust, "Then why did you sleep on my bed, the sheets are all wet by you."

"Hey, the old lady from the landlady came to block me again today. She also brought a lockpicker and opened the door of my room. I really have no place to hide, so I have to hide in your room."

She saw that the sheets were wet, and smiled shyly, "I'll wash the sheets for you later."

As he spoke, he began to pack up.

Jiang Yu didn't stop her either, and leaned against the door and said, "Then it's not a solution for you to hide like this all the time. I have money to lend you, but as the old saying goes, you don't have to borrow money, so you don't think of any other way." ?”

Jia Lin tore off the bed sheet and hugged her in front of her, her eyes dimmed, "My sister introduced me to a job at the highway toll station in my hometown, but I managed to get into the drama school, if I don't look like a person, how can I get into it?" Go back like this."

"Ambition!" Jiang Yu let the door open, followed her out, and said, "You have to be a little confident, you are a natural comedian, and it's a waste of talent to pay a toll on the highway."

"is it?"

"Yeah, look how happy you look."

"You can pull it down, let me tell you, I used to be thin, and I only gained weight after my mother died."

"Be fatter and look better, and be likable."

Jiang Yu really didn't lie, and Jia Lin's experience later proved this point. She was not likable when she was thin, because she was not recognizable.

On the contrary, after getting fat, the chubby is especially popular with the audience, and the audience wants to laugh when they see her.

When Jia Lin heard what Jiang Yu said, her heart moved slightly, and she listened, but she didn't show it on her face.

I just came to the bathroom, took a basin of water, and soaked the sheets in it.

"I'll think of a way. It's the end of the year, and all kinds of companies are holding events. I'll see if I can do some more performances. I can always make some money to pay the rent."

"The Broadcasting Art Troupe will also recruit people next year. I'll see if I can get in. If a unit wants me, I'll have money."

"It's really not possible. Go to the expressway and collect a year's toll. If you save enough money, I will come back."

Jia Lin washed the sheets and said to herself.

I don't know whether to convince Jiang Yu or herself.

He never left the money, but what he thought about was still that little dream.

"Well, just tell me if you need money, I still have a few thousand dollars," Jiang Yu said leaning against the door.

"Thank you." Jialin turned around and said this sentence very seriously.

Thank you for believing in me even in my most difficult times.

Still willing to accompany me.

Jiang Yu didn't answer, watching her rubbing the sheets, the room fell silent for a while.

There are times when heroes are in trouble.

At this time, Jia Lin, Huang Bai, and even Lin Hao and others were still lurking in the grass, struggling in pain.

No one knew that they could go so far, be so glamorous, and become well-known figures in the entertainment circle.

Jiang Yu peeked at the hole cards, but there was nothing he could do.

He has an empty idea, but has no capital to display it.

No way, earning the first million is always the hardest.

He can only go forward step by step.

……

In the evening, Sanlitun, a certain bar.

Huang Bai was a little anxious, and kept looking in the direction of the door.

"Boss Lu will come later, you have to be smart and don't talk nonsense, he is not easy to fool." Huang Bai confessed.

Jiang Yu sat across from him, bowed his head and competed with a glass of cocktail, "I see, it makes you nervous."

Huang Bai finally finished the final exam, and Jiang Yu was also busy with the art exam. After discussing with each other, the producer Lu Zhiwei made an appointment.

Ready to discuss the production of "Old Boy".

According to Huang Bai's opinion, you must help us produce and promote, and a part of the copyright fee can be shared, but the brokerage contract will not be signed, and we will handle commercial performances and the like.

Jiang Yu also agreed. He will take the college entrance examination next year, and the time is very tight. If he is not short of money, he may not even go to the commercial performance.

Naturally, I don't want to sign a brokerage company to restrain myself.

This is why they chose to cooperate with Lu Zhiwei's studio.

"Hey, Mr. Lu is here." After waiting for a while, a middle-aged man came in at the door of the bar, and Huang Bo hurriedly waved his hand to greet him.

The lights in the bar were quite dark, and thanks to his sharp eyes, he could recognize it at a glance.

The two stood up and took their seats facing Lu Zhiwei.

Jiang Yu looked at Lu Zhiwei. This man looked very old-fashioned. He was wearing a square black suit, his hair was combed meticulously, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his face showed his shrewdness.

Lu Zhiwei was also looking at Jiang Yu.

"You are Xiaojiang, right? Huang Bai told me that you can compose your own lyrics and music at a young age, you are a genius."

"Where it is, it's just a feeling in the heart."

"Have you studied music?"

"After learning a little bit, I will play the guitar by myself."

"Do you have any other works?"

"Uh, I don't have any at the moment, just this one." Jiang Yu replied, feeling a little bad in her heart.

This Lu Zhiwei didn't seem like a fool.

He couldn't be doubting himself.

"I've read the lyrics of "Old Boy". It's very deep. It's full of the withering of ideals and the helplessness of reality. Without some life experience, you can't write such a song. Xiao Jiang, you are only 20 years old this year. Come on, young and mature."

Lu Zhiwei smiled lightly, but Jiang Yu could see the meaning of scrutiny from his eyes.

He was wondering if this song was original by Jiang Yu!

Literary and artistic creation is not so easy, and the connotation of the work is bound to be closely related to the author's life experience, education level and even the depth of thought.

The reason why Han Han was questioned as a "ghost writer" back then was because his age did not match his writing style.

If a young man in his 20s can come up with a work like "In the Name of the People" without being in the system, then don't ask, it must be plagiarized.

In the same way, a 20-year-old young man who has never done it before can write a song like "Old Boy" that recalls his youth after vicissitudes.

No wonder it aroused Lu Zhiwei's suspicion.

Jiang Yu's heart skipped a beat, knowing that he had met an expert.

"To tell you the truth, I also had love before," Jiang Yu said with a sigh.

"Well," Lu Zhiwei looked at him.

Jiang Yu lowered his head and played with the wine glass, and said: "When I was in high school, I had a crush on the girl at the same table and liked to play tricks on her. Every time she drank water, I screwed the bottle cap very tightly so that she would ask me to help her. She unscrewed it."

"After graduation, I didn't go to university, but she came to Yanjing. On the day I filled out the application form, she told me, I always knew that you screwed the lid."

Lu Zhiwei nodded and listened quietly, Huang Bai sighed lightly, as if feeling something.

Jiang Yu continued: "I mustered up the courage to confess to her, but she paused and said, I actually asked you to unscrew the bottle cap on purpose. You don't study well, and you have no money at home. Twist the bottle cap more. In the future, if you have stronger hands, you can support yourself by moving bricks to the construction site."

Ok?

WTF?

Huang Bai couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He was very moved when he heard it before, and thought it was the real thing, but suddenly he strayed to a strange place.

You're making me emotionally incoherent.

"Positive energy value from Cork, +10!"

"The positive energy value from Lu Zhiwei, +1!" Lu Zhiwei couldn't help but smile too.

Jiang Yu thought to himself, this guy is a ruthless person.

The mood is so stable, only 1 point of energy.

Lu Zhiwei suppressed his smile and said seriously: "I don't want to ask about your past, I don't even ask how you wrote it, as long as there will be no copyright disputes in the future."

"Don't worry, I can guarantee this," Jiang Yu assured her.

If he remembered correctly, the song "Old Boy" was written by an island singer, and the main theme was to thank parents, and it would not be released until several years later.

Brother Chopsticks took someone else's song, filled in the lyrics, and published it as an original. Later, a dispute arose, and they bought the copyright with money.

In fact, it is not uncommon for Chinese music circles to cover island country music, such as "Red Sun", "First Dream", and "Later", all produced in the island country.

Therefore, some people complained in later generations that half of the Chinese music scene is supported by island countries.

As for Jiang Yu, this was done in one step.

Although the copying of the text is a bit inauthentic, the accumulation stage of primitive capital must be disgraceful.

Jiang Yu had no choice but to make a bad move.

Lu Zhiwei nodded and said, "That's good, then we can talk about the copyright of "Old Boy"."

In fact, as a businessman, as long as there is money to be made, he doesn't care whether it is original or not.

If you ask this question, it's just to beat Jiang Yu and tell him not to cause trouble.

Even, Huang Bai also had similar doubts in his heart.

He spent a lot of time searching the Internet and the library, trying to see if he could find any clues about "Old Boy".

But in the end nothing came of it.

That's when he believed that "Old Boy" was a "clean" song.

People are messing around in the rivers and lakes, who can have no eyes?

Of course, it was impossible to tell Jiang Yu about these things.

After this incident, Jiang Yu also learned a lesson.

It seems that if you want to copy songs and scripts in the future, you really have to weigh it.

Wen Chaogong is not so easy to be.