After not replying for a long time, Lu Yang switched to Weibo and watched [Sister Xiao] chatting with him, and watching her boss's speeches. He always felt that Gu Qinghan overlapped with her.

His planning of Weibo has been kept secret. Only Sister Xiao knows about Weibo, and she is separated by a vest.

Now that the Gu family wanted to build music software, it was Gu Qinghan who contacted him and even revealed the identity of the planner...

Thinking about it now, Gu Qinghan probably knew about this on the day she met Gu Yuan, but she was hiding it.

The reason is most likely to hide one's identity.

[Who is Sister Xiao?] After a long time, Gu Qinghan finally returned.

[A bad guy.] Lu Yang replied lazily, no one would admit this kind of thing, and he was mentally prepared for Gu Qinghan's denial.

[Teacher Zhou guessed it. She said that I have the ability to help like this, and there is no one else but you.] These words sounded like a show of love. After hesitating for a long time, Gu Qinghan chose to send it.

To avoid suspicion.

But the seeds of doubt have been planted. Even if the explanation is reasonable, Lu Yang still feels that there is another reason.

[It’s me.] Lu Yang admitted that it was just a help, and now it’s not bad to get feedback from the shares. [What kind of problem?]

[Exposure, as well as retaining users, these things can only be solved with songs.] Gu Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief: [I will send you all the singer information in the studio tomorrow, good night.]

【Good night.】

Saying good night doesn't mean really good night. Their battleground has changed from WeChat to Weibo. Looking at the countless "Are you there" that Sister Xiao sent before, Lu Yang also sent one in a tricky way.

Zhou Gege:【Are you there?】

Compared with WeChat, Weibo’s message read and unread setting is simply the most unfriendly design in the world. “Unread” in the chat interface only appears for a moment and immediately becomes read.

Light gray text stood in a corner of the message box. Lu Yang raised his eyebrows, always feeling that he was about to discover the truth.

[Don’t ask if you are there in the first sentence of a chat, just talk about it directly!] Gu Qinghan pursed his lips, copied and pasted Lu Yang’s previous message and sent it, so as to retaliate in kind.

[You are so powerful.] Lu Yang contradicted again, just to test.

Gu Qinghan: "?"

Hold it, you must hold it, she said to herself.

In fact, when Lu Yang mentioned the words "Sister Xiao", she was already ready to delete her account and run away, but wouldn't doing so mean admitting that she is Sister Xiao in disguise?

If there is no read function, she can pretend that she is not there, but it is too fake to still be squatting in the chat window at this time.

and......

Is this Lu Yang teasing me?

[From the first day of chatting, they said that I am a gong jing. Is there anything wrong with my previous evaluation?] Gu Qinghan finally decided to maintain the character of a gong jing, [If you have something to talk about, why do you want to talk to me?]

"Nothing, I just want to see which homeless person is up late at night." Lu Yang said lazily.

【Roll.】

After Gu Qinghan sent the message, he threw away his phone. He made many mistakes, and Lu Yang had already noticed it, but she chose to continue hiding it. Not talking to Zhou Gege was the best way.

Sister Xiao is her vest and her clothes. If Lu Yang really guesses the identity, wouldn't it mean...

Did he take off his clothes?

...

Not long after the summer sun has risen, people in Huzhou have already begun to be busy. The vegetable market is bustling with people, and there is constant shouting and haggling.

Lu Yang followed his mother around, and every time she said hello, he would nod and bend his waist to make a smile.

"Why don't you think they recognize you?" Yu Mei whispered.

Lu Yang could only laugh helplessly.

How could a person who showed up at the wet market early in the morning have so much free time to pay attention to the news in the entertainment section? His name was active in the industry, not the wet market.

So my mother woke me up early in the morning to buy groceries, not because she wanted to enjoy mother-son time, but because she wanted to show off, and Lu Yang didn't stop her. He never liked to point fingers at the people who gave birth to him and raised him.

"It seems you are not famous enough. If it were Xiao Gu, you would have to buy this dish today."

"One is in front of the stage and the other is behind the scenes. There is a difference."

"I know." Yu Mei said, "I can't stand it if I have to be surrounded even if I want to buy groceries."

"You're right." Lu Yang followed her. He didn't know whether his mother wanted him to be famous or not, but he honestly agreed that she was right.

People are complicated, and a single label cannot represent the whole person. Just like when he guessed that Sister Xiao is Gu Qinghan, the biggest reason is that he still feels that Gu Qinghan has other unknown sides.

Carrying large and small bags in his hands, the phone in his pants pocket was vibrating, and Lu Yang answered the call.

It's Lan Qin's call.

"Qinghan told me that you want to write songs. There are only five singers signed by the studio now. I will send you their historical works later." Lan Qin said straight to the point, "If there are not enough singers, I will

You can sign some internet celebrities who are currently popular..."

"Just five, don't look for the others."

It's not that he doesn't like Internet celebrities, but the difference in strength between the two is too big.

In the eyes of many people, some songs by Internet celebrities are good, but they are only for the ears. To really have both the ears and the heart, a professional singer is required.

The pronunciation positions of the two are different, and the pronunciation techniques are also different.

The voices of most Internet celebrities are like duckweed floating on the outside, while the voices of professional singers come from the inside out, like grass, with roots.

This is an essential difference. If you want to successfully reproduce the golden songs on earth, the singer is the most important thing.

"Okay." Lan Qin sighed. Gu Qinghan didn't let her take care of it, so how could she take care of it?

Just thinking of the many good songs Lu Yang brought that day, she still asked the most critical question: "How many songs are you going to bring out?"

"It depends on the singer, but there won't be too many." Lu Yang said lightly: "Should we still share it?"

"Well, fifteen percent." Lan Qin gritted his teeth when he said this.

This was something Gu Qinghan had explained. The guy stopped pretending after he was found to have been given a share of the profits. He had a complete showdown and even offered top treatment in the industry. Lu Yang was just a semi-rising star who had written a few good songs.

Is this a long-term view, or is it just to please men?

Lan Qin couldn't think clearly, and none of her employees dared to ask.

After the greetings, the phone was hung up, and Yu Mei asked curiously: "Has someone asked you to write a song again?"

"Um."

"You keep the money you make. Your father and I are not short of money, but we need to save it for future marriages, children, buying a house or a car, everything costs money." Yu Mei said earnestly.

Except for her slightly bright personality, my mother is the most traditional mother. She may like the gifts from her children, but she always says she doesn't want them.

Lu Yang nodded and followed him casually. He had more than two million in his bank account that was burning hot at the moment.

It doesn’t matter whether they want it or not, he wants to consume it anyway.

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First update today, urgent matter.

Additional manuscripts will be added in two days.

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Chapter completed!