Two million for a song.
What kind of concept was that?
Harrison Clark was simply dumbfounded.
A stable music creator would usually produce one to two songs per month, unless they faced a bottleneck period of inspiration drought.
To earn four million in a month and forty-eight million in a year.
Round it up to a hundred million!
By now, Harrison had deeply understood the good intentions Avril Green had when introducing him to Ward Owen.
This guy was ridiculously rich and foolish with his money.
The way Harrison looked at Ward had changed.
If he were to let go of this easy money, he would be even more foolish than Ward.
Anyway, Ward didn't lack money. To him, two million and one million were like two hundred and one hundred dollars to ordinary people - neither painful nor itchy.
As long as he sold the song to Ward, he would have saved face, and Ward could pursue his dreams. It would be worth the favor.
A solid deal.
