In the following days.
Lin Yuan continued to move between the classroom and the painting club, maintaining his rhythm of teaching sketching to two individuals every day.
What he didn't notice was.
Zhong Yu, recently, always seemed to be whispering with other club members, seemingly conspiring about what he called a big piece of news.
Of course.
Even if Lin Yuan noticed, he wouldn't care.
And after teaching sketching for so many days, Lin Yuan began to consider whether to also teach more common techniques like watercolor and gouache to expand his customer base.
However, thinking about the fact that there were still club members every day who couldn't catch up with the sketching lessons, he temporarily gave up on this idea.
Take it slow.
After all, there's plenty of time in the future.
He plans to teach various painting techniques in the future, including the most difficult traditional Chinese painting. The blessing of the master is his teaching confidence.
Moreover, the system also mentioned.
The more people he teaches, the better the effect of the teacher's buff.
When the effect of the teacher's buff is good enough, Lin Yuan can't raise the price without feeling guilty.
Confidently raising prices.
This is Lin Yuan's biggest motivation for teaching.
As for money, Lin Yuan's favorite day every month is the 5th.
Every 5th of the month is a good day.
April 5th, a good day like this.
Because on this day, Lin Yuan's salary card will receive a large sum of money!
However...
This time, when Lin Yuan received the bank's transfer message, he was a bit surprised!
Because he found that, after deducting a certain amount of tax, the song royalties he received this month could reach more than 600,000.
In fact, Lin Yuan's song royalties have been increasing almost every month because he now has four songs helping to make money.
The more songs, the faster the money!
In addition to last month's sales share of "Tennis Prince," and the extra income Lin Yuan earned from teaching at the painting club, as well as the joining fee for the tribal literary short story...
All these projects added up, Lin Yuan's total income last month exceeded three million!
This is the first time Lin Yuan has earned so much money, and for a moment, he almost wanted to customize some works with the system to help him earn more money.
But after careful thought, he felt that there was no need to rush.
When he urgently needs certain works, he can just ask the system to spend money. Unfortunately, the company has not assigned any orders to him.
"Spend money."
Lin Yuan doesn't like this term.
If someone had told him before that one day he would spend money for a certain goal, Lin Yuan would definitely have thought the person was joking.
As the saying goes: "If the profound does not change, the spending will not change fate."
But Lin Yuan found that if he wanted to change his destiny, he really had to spend money; otherwise, what could he use to earn reputation points?
...
Starlight Entertainment.
Tenth-floor composition department.
Composers are busy working.
At this moment, a man in a black coat appears at the door.
One of the composition department members, seeing this man at the door, suddenly stands up and stammers:
"Se...Senior..."
"What's wrong with you?" Following the colleague's gaze, Wu Yong looks over and then his eyes widen, blurting out:
"Yang-dad is here!"
This sentence instantly explodes in the tenth-floor composition department.
Everyone on the entire tenth floor stands up, looking at the man in black with eyes of admiration or shock:
"Senior!"
"Hello, Senior!"
"Long time no see, Senior!"
"..."
A continuous stream of greetings.
The man in black nods, asking, "Where's Old Zhou?"
Even though he is a gold medal composer, no one dares to directly call the manager Old Zhou. However, this man in black calls him naturally, and no one in the entire tenth-floor composition department feels it's inappropriate.
Because this man is the only Music Dad on the tenth floor, Yang Zhongming!
Wu Yong hurriedly said, "Senior, wait a moment. I'll call the manager right away."
"No need."
Yang Zhongming spoke, then walked towards the window.
Upon reaching the desk by the window, Yang Zhongming furrowed his brows slightly, his expression filled with puzzlement.
This was his office desk.
He was the type who seldom visited the company.
Even so, this desk should have been spotless, cleaned daily by someone.
Because this was the position of Yang Zhongming.
Yet, at this moment, there were quite a few books stacked on it.
Such as "Comprehensive Theory of Composition."
Such as "Simple Chord Explanation."
Such as "Three Steps to Composition Beginners."
These books, just appearing in the star-studded composition department, carried a strange sense of discord. Therefore, Yang Zhongming stood in front of the desk for a long time.
"Oh no!"
Seeing Yang Zhongming standing at Lin Yuan's desk, Wu Yong's heart panicked.
Other members of the composition department also realized this and looked at each other, sweating nervously.
This position originally belonged to Senior Yang.
But due to Senior Yang's long absence from the company, Lao Zhou assigned this position to Lin Yuan.
At that time, many felt it was inappropriate; what if Senior Yang found out someday?
Now, many people's worries seemed to have become a reality, and Senior Yang seemed to be getting angry.
"Here."
Yang Zhongming nodded slightly, looking at his own position, his tone revealing no emotion,
"Who's sitting here?"
Senior Yang is really angry!
Even if Senior Yang doesn't show it, everyone can feel it. For a moment, the surroundings fell silent, and no one dared to speak.
"Do I need to ask a second time?"
Yang Zhongming glanced lightly at everyone.
Wu Yong, the person most familiar with Lin Yuan in the department, swallowed hard and said with a forced tone, "Lin...Lin Yuan..."
"Who is Lin Yuan?"
Yang Zhongming narrowed his eyes slightly.
Wu Yong, with a bitter expression, explained, "Senior, please don't be upset. He's still a newcomer, unaware that this is your position. It's arranged by the supervisor..."
"Yes!"
Other colleagues chimed in, not wanting to see Lin Yuan unfairly treated, "It's arranged by the supervisor."
"Xianyu also didn't know the situation."
"Xianyu thought no one was sitting in this position."
No choice, only the manager can handle Music Dad.
Yang Zhongming looked out the window, thoughtfully saying, "Xianyu?"
Wu Yong's expression became more bitter, "Xianyu is Lin Yuan, Senior, please don't blame him. He's a recent graduate, just joined our company, doesn't know anything..."
Yang Zhongming remained silent.
The people around dared not speak again, even though they wanted to defend Lin Yuan, Music Dad's anger was not something anyone could bear.
Lin Yuan, be prepared for the worst.
However, just when everyone thought Yang Zhongming was about to explode, this Music Dad suddenly nodded, casually laughed, and said:
"That's alright."
After saying that, Music Dad Yang Zhongming turned and left, leaving the composition department members looking at each other.
As if a storm that had not even begun disappeared into thin air.