"I've promised you and signed your entire song and dance troupe. Now it's your turn, any more requests?" Zhang Xiaohua said with a smile on Ling Ming face.
He appreciated this girl too much, no matter what request she made, Zhang Xiaohua decided to fulfill it.
The TSD Troupe was already officially signed to the company, and Zhang Xiaohua had also issued a sky-high performance fee for them. The entire troupe's brothers and sisters were guaranteed to be able to protect their lives.
For this reason, Ling Ming was grateful.
Striding to the desk, Ling Ming picked up a pen and immediately signed her name on the contract. She also attached a fingerprint, Ling Ming officially became a singer for HuaXiang Entertainment.
"Boss, what should I do next?" Ling Ming stared at Zhang Xiaohua nervously, her body straight like a benchmark.
"In addition to the song "Can I hold you?", I will give you more songs to go back and finish recording. After recording, we will also shoot a music video and finally the album." Said Zhang Xiaohua then looked at Xiaohai and co and ordered: "Xiaohai, Haozi, Jimmy, Jack, you four teach Ling Ming some music skills, after all, she is an amateur and you are the professional, try to let her learn more things."
"Roger that!"
The four responded in unison, and then took Ling Ming to the recording studio on the second floor and started her professional training.
Zhang Xiaohua looked at the time and found that it was already twelve o'clock, but Wang Jingwen actually hadn't come yet, she was slowing down the progress so much.
This girl was getting more and more disappointing, she didn't seem fear him anymore!
"Emma, call Wang Jingwen again, tell her to hurry the hell up!" Zhang Xiaohua was angered.
Emma rushed to call Wang Jingwen's mobile phone, and the phone rang but was cut off, she had declined the call. Zhang Xiaohua was infuriated by this ungrateful girl, hum... just wait till she gets here, she will see how I deal with her.
At this moment, five guys dressed in all black walked in from outside.
When the five men entered the door, they aimed their fingers at Zhang Xiaohua and walked up to him. One middle-aged man with his hands on his hips rushed up and shoved Zhang Xiaohua as he shouted harshly: "No more delaying!"
Zhang Xiaohua looked at middle-aged men about 40 years old, dressed in gold and silver chains, he looked like a typical mob leader you would see in films, behind him were the four young men, who were obviously his lackeys.
Zhang Xiaohua, walked and sat his chair, calmly asking, "Who are you?"
The middle-aged man patted the table, ignoring his question and yelled, "Have you got the money your father owed me before dying?"
"....."
Zhang Xiaohua's face turned bitter.
If his father really owed the other party money, then he really had to pay, after all, that dead ghost dad left him 2% shares of the company and he himself inherited his property. According to relevant laws and regulations, heirs to the property must help the original property holders bear all debts, unless they voluntarily waive the inheritance rights.
"What is your name? How much money did my dad owe you when he died?" Zhang Xiaohua seems to be listless.
The middle-aged man heard a word, a big fat face suddenly appeared puzzled.
Yuan Datong had a crying expression across his face. Whispering into Zhang Xiaohua's ear:
"How can you not even know him? His name is Zhu Yuncai. He is the owner of the Eternal Advertising Company and your father's friend. Your father and him have more than ten years of friendship, your dad truly borrowed money from him, when I went to your home, I often saw him in your home. Looking at this situation, he made it clear today that he has come to find his money."
Zhang Xiaohua scratched his head, it seems having limited memories of the old body was really coming to bite him in the ass!
Ugh!
And his father, did he have no eyes so far apart from Manager Xu? All of his so called friends so far were nothing but a bunch of vipers waiting to strike, absolutely no loyalty at all.
Zhang Xiaohua smiled heartily. It seemed that being a devil was actually more suited to this society than being an angel!
"Boss Zhu right, I do not know how much my dad owes you." Zhang Xiaohua became serious, regardless of who the other party was, debt repayment, right and proper, he had to take it seriously.
Zhu Yuncai took out an IOU from his pocket and needlessly slapped it on the table with a cold face and said: "Look for yourself."
Zhang Xiaohua picked up the IOU and and reading it he couldn't help but start twitching. His heart felt a sense of powerlessness. The IOU clearly written in black and white said he owed 5.3 million RMB, even the interest rate reached 300,000 a year!
What the hell, he didn't even get to meet this guy and had to help him pay 5.3 million RMB.
What a tragedy, God was truly messing with him, what the actual f***!?
Zhang Xiaohua complained, he was willing to pay the 5 million back but he didn't have the money...
"Do you not see it clearly? It's written in black and white. Now, don't talk anymore nonsense, and quickly pay back the money." Zhu Yuncai urged him to hurry up.
"Uncle Zhu, you and my dad were old friendships for many years. You see that this company only just started. There is no extra money at all. I wonder if you can give me two months? No more than that, I promise I will deliver the money to you in this time. What do you say?" said Zhang Xiaohua putting on a polite and obedient voice, because he simply couldn't afford five million at this time, he knew when to act submissive, he would get his revenge on day but for now...
Zhu Yuncai smirked. He looked as though he was waiting for Zhang Xiaohua to say those exact words...
"You don't have enough money, right? I heard you wrote a load of songs lately. I can be generous, you can use those song's copyright as a mortgage. Also, I want all the songs of Wang Jingwen's album as well. So if I haven't guessed incorrectly, that will be a total of 20 songs."
Zhang Xiaohua was puzzled, what good would song copyrights do for an advertising company? Also, how did he know that he had created 13 songs for Wang Jingwen?
As Zhang Xiaohua's brains turned, he suddenly realised that the company had a traitor...
Apart from Wang Jingwen, Zhang Xiaohua really couldn't think of anyone else who would sell out the company.
It was no wonder that she did not come in the morning, but she wouldn't risk this just to get the copyright unless she found someone else to help her record and release these songs.
She had already found a patron.
Zhang Xiaohua didn't even not need to guess to know that somewhere in this New Century was definitely involved. Wang Jingwen wouldn't have the courage to pull this off without a fallback plan to jump ships. Even this Zhu Yuncai, it was most likely Cao Dequan, that old fox, sent him to embarrass him.
Ugh!
Zhang Xiaohua was still bitter, even if he had seen through their plot, he was still powerless to intervene.
A penny pinned hero, at this moment, Zhang Xiaohua finally understood the meaning of this sentence.
But as Zhang Xiaohua was struggling, he heard Yuan Datong suddenly ask: "How did you know that we had a total of 20 songs?"
Yuan Datong could not figure that out. Except for the seven songs that had already been released, the remaining 13 were still in production. Therefore, no one else should know anything but the company's internal staff. How did this Zhu Yuncai know?
"You don't need to care about that. I want the copyrights to those songs. Are you gonna give it or not?" Zhu Yuncai looked at Zhang Xiaohua with a smirk.
Yuan Datong snorted and said: "Do you know how much those songs are worth? You truly have a big appetite! But you listen to me, we won't sell those songs, those songs contain our efforts, just like our children. Have you ever heard of anyone selling their own children?"
"OK, then immediately pay back the money, 5.3 million or do not blame me if I'm not polite."
Here, Zhu Yuncai turned to the four guys behind him commanding: "You guys go upstairs and see if there is anything worthwhile for me to sell off."
With Zhu Yuncai's order, the four lackeys immediately started their operations and were about to go upstairs. But they saw Emma and co rushing downstairs holding various items in their hands. They had brooms sticks, benches, microphone stands. A wall was formed. The stairs were closed tightly, and the one who was going upstairs was desperately trying to get up. Even the newly joined Ling Ming was holding a pair of pink slippers.
"Do not be afraid boss, since we are us here, no one can hurt you, also you guys can give up about moving things." Emma held the broom high, while cheering Zhang Xiaohua.
Upon seeing this, the lackeys collectively returned Zhu Yuncai, and all of them were as breathless as a balloon after failing to force their way up.
Zhu Yuncai also instantly turned breathless from frustration.
"You guys... What are you doing? You owe me money. I can... I can go to the court and have you arrested."
"We heard from upstairs. Doesn't our boss owe you just a few stinking million? What's the big deal?" After that, Emma took a big step and went straight to Zhang Xiaohua's side, and immediately took out from her pocket her bank card slamming it onto the table and righteously said: "There is a million in this card, I will first return it to boss."