Song Chengjun looked down at the notebook in his hand. He flipped it open and looked at the song written by Jiang Tong once again. This song was really well written. It was the same as the songs he had received before. It had its merits, but that was all. No one could accurately control the tastes of the masses. The most important thing for a song to succeed was whether the masses liked it. Whether the song was good or not was secondary. Or rather, it was just a basis for success.
Therefore, although Song Chengjun thought that the song written by Jiang Tong was okay, he did not think that the song would be popular, or that the probability of it being popular was very low. He had been disappointed too many times and did not dare to hope for it anymore! He would not accept the asking price of 100,000 dollars no matter what. Of course, he would not plagiarize it. He would just leave it in the notebook to read.
