"I'll treat you next time."

"I'm sure."

Xiong Dawei returned home and listened to the dozen children's song tapes he bought.

The rhythm is simple, the lyrics are simple, and the music is cheerful.

I have confidence in my heart.

When I had supper with the girls at 301 in the evening, I told them the good news.

The girls were also happy for him and made an exception to open a bottle of red wine and wish him all the best.

Because these two neighbors have been so unlucky recently that they have lost their good careers at once.

After being silent for more than half a month, I finally cheered up again.

It’s a good job like a music producer, but it’s a pity that it’s a nursery rhyme.

The next day, Xiong Dawei arrived at Tianlai Music early in the morning.

Hui Lanxin was already waiting for him. The first thing he did when he met was to lead Xiong Dawei to his office.

The office is on the fourth floor and is also divided into two rooms inside and outside.

The outer room is more than 30 square meters, and the inner room is more than 10 square meters. There is a small bed for temporary rest.

In the past, music producers often worked all night long, and the lounge was necessary.

Xiong Dawei was very excited. He had his own exclusive office for the first time in his life.

There is no need to squeeze into the cubicle with people from the same company.

In his heart, he decided to sleep well in this office with his own brand-name hanging for a few days.

Then the entire company held a preparatory meeting in the conference room.

Huilanxin sat in the position of the president and assigned tasks.

"Uncle Yan, you run off the loan, I have prepared the information about the villa."

Manager Yan was still a little reluctant and said, "I really want to mortgage your house?"

Huilanxin didn't feel anything bad: "We have no other way."

"Okay then." Manager Yan sighed and said in pain: "Boss is not in good condition, alas..."

He said it was Hui Lanxin's brother Hui Mingzhi.

Huilan smiled bitterly and said, "Dawei, I'll leave all the content of the album to you."

Xiong Dawei gave her a confident smile and said, "Don't worry, I have prepared several new songs."

Huilan felt relaxed and breathed a long sigh. She was too afraid of failure again and smiled gratefully to Xiong Dawei.

"Uncle Chuang, you can make it yourself."

Lao Chuang nodded silently, raised his hand and gave a thumbs up.

"Uncle Zhou, go to the illustrator and printing company to see if anyone can make us a lyrics album, try to be as sophisticated as possible, and don't be afraid of spending money."

A thin middle-aged man next to him nodded and shouted: "Leave it to me."

Huilan saw that everyone was full of energy and was very satisfied, and said, "I will come to the Children's Publishing House to discuss the issue of distribution. I will come in person.

Let’s record the little motorcycle and the little star first, and make it out as soon as possible. I will take it to talk to others and it’s easy to talk to you.”

Xiong Dawei raised his hand and said, "I have a question, who should I sing to?"

"You are the creator, you can decide." Huilanxin decided to hand over this question to him.

"I think Sisi is good." Xiong Dawei has heard Sisi sing several times, and it is really good.

Huilan couldn't help but complain about her niece: "She is too expensive, I'll be charged fifty if I sing once."

Everyone in the conference room couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!