"Oh my God, there are three sweet songs in a row, and they all have their own characteristics and different styles!"
"No, three songs! And they are all very nice. Is he really eight years old? Can he write songs at the age of eight?"
"It's outrageous! It's outrageous! An eight-year-old can do this. I feel like writing songs is just for fun. It's just a few sweet songs!"
The audience in the live broadcast room were all shocked.
Brother, you are eight years old, are you so fierce?
But Lin Chen continued to write.
The song he wrote this time was Little Dimple.
"I'm still looking for someone to rely on and a hug, someone who will pray for me, worry for me, get angry and make trouble for me."
"Happiness began to show signs, fate slowly brought us closer, and then loneliness was swallowed up, and boredom became something to talk about and change."
"The dimples and long eyelashes are your most beautiful marks. I can't sleep every day and miss your smile. You don't know how important you are to me..."
Sister Hong next to her had her eyes widened, and so did the other agent Tao Hong. She was also shocked!
The kid sitting in front of the computer is really only eight years old?
Why do I feel like writing these songs is as easy as playing house?
The audience in the live broadcast room went crazy, another song!
Song Qingwei also opened her mouth wide, her son is really a genius!
Lin Chen sat calmly on the chair and turned his head: "Mom, you still have a few songs left, I'll arrange an album for you."
Sister Hong twitched the corner of her mouth, and countless viewers in the live broadcast room twitched their mouths. Listen, this is like what an eight-year-old child said, directly organizing the album?
unbelievable!
Song Qingwei looked at Sister Hong blankly, and Sister Hong responded: "There were already four songs just now. An album requires ten songs."
Lin Chen nodded: "Okay."
Next, he wrote another song, "Nuan Nuan".
This song was sung by Liang Jingru. As a female singer who was as famous as Stefanie Sun in the past few years, the love songs she sang are truly classics.
In addition, there are "Courage", "Even Showers", "Her Eyelashes", "Simple Love", "Today You Will Marry Me", and "Sweet".
Ten sweet songs, all done.
Seeing Lin Chen writing songs seemed like a joke, but the quality of every song was so ridiculously high and scary that Tao Hong was really dumbfounded.
At this moment, she realized that the eight-year-old child just now said that Master Cai knew a hammer's sweet song, which seemed to have some truth.
The audience was already stunned.
"Ten songs? Since when has it been so easy to write songs? Oh my god, this kid is an absolute prodigy!"
"It's outrageous. Are all children these days? No matter how talented they are, they still have to be in their twenties."
"No, you are only eight years old. Do you know what love is when you are eight years old? Do you know what marriage is? Damn it, that's outrageous!"
The audience was all shocked, and Sister Hong felt as if she was in a dream: "Lin, Lin Chen, have you finished writing?"
Lin Chen said calmly: "Yes, I've finished it. It's easier to write than homework."
Sister Hong's mouth twitched, listen, what is this?
Countless spectators were also paralyzed.
Tao Hong came over with joy: "Hello Lin Chen, you are so awesome, can you also write a song for my artist?"
Lin Chen looked at her as if she were a fool: "What are you thinking? I wrote a song for my mother and I want to write it for you? Your artist stole my mother's song, so I don't care. You really take me seriously?" Eight years old? Or have you not graduated from kindergarten?"
Hearing that Lin Chen was merciless, Tao Hong couldn't stand it anymore and stood up full of shame.
Song Qingwei felt happy in her heart, but she educated her: "How do you talk to your son?"
Lin Chen curled his lips: "You know, Mom, let me tell you, Master Cai cooks like a master. His songwriting is not as good as mine, and among the songs I wrote, which one is not sweeter than him?"
Song Qingwei happily hugged Lin Chen and kissed her. Sister Hong was also very happy: "Then let's record a song now?"
As a result, Lin Chen shouted to stop: "Wait a minute."
Sister Hong knelt down with a smile on her face: "What's the matter, little shota?"
Lin Chen said seriously: "We haven't signed the contract yet. You only have the right to use it. The copyright belongs to me. Brothers have to settle the accounts. Although Auntie, you are nice to my mother, you still have to sign the contract and use it." I have to pay for my songs."
Damn it!
The audience in the live broadcast room was really shocked. With such legal and copyright awareness, is this really eight years old?
"It's outrageous, this is really eight years old!"
"At the age of eight, I knew about copyright and usage rights, and also knew how to sign a contract. I looked at my eight-year-old son who was still playing with building blocks next to me, and I just stepped over."
"I watched the children of other celebrities in this show. Good guys, they are really just children. But Lin Chen is eight years old. I just want to say one thing: You call this eight years old?"
"It's really outrageous!"
Sister Hong smiled and said: "There is no problem signing the contract, but you are writing songs for your mother."
"There's no conflict. The company will pay me first, and then I'll give the money to my mother. We'll deal with it one at a time. If you don't think it's good to negotiate with me, you can talk to my lawyer."
Sister Hong was shocked: "Do you still have a lawyer?"
Lin Chen said seriously: "I can use my pocket money to hire a lawyer first."
Sister Hong looked at Song Qingwei with a complex expression: "Qingwei, you kid is really incredible."
Song Qingwei laughed heartily: "It's okay, actually he is just naughty."
Sister Hong said: "Okay, I'll go talk to the company. Xiaozhengtai, what's your quotation?"
Lin Chen said calmly: "How do these songs of mine compare to Master Cai's songs?"
Sister Hong said: "Okay."
"It can't be lower than Master Cai's quote. The copyright belongs to me. Your company can have the right to use it for twenty years. During the right period, according to industry regulations, I will get 30% for non-commercial performances and 40% for commercial performances."
Seeing Lin Chen talking so eloquently and being so familiar with the rules of the industry, Sister Hong never stopped being shocked.
She looked at Song Qingwei in disbelief: "Qingwei, have you taught this child before?"
Lin Chen was dissatisfied and said: "Does this need teaching? Can't we just check it out? Please don't underestimate our children's IQ."
"Okay, okay, don't underestimate it."
Sister Hong hurried away, leaving Song Qingwei holding Lin Chen.
The camera guy was also shocked.
"Son, you are so awesome, why didn't you tell mom?"
Song Qingwei was delighted.
Lin Chen was angry: "You didn't listen to what I said, and you didn't do anything after you heard it. What do you want me to do?"
Song Qingwei smiled so much that the crescent moon came out: "Son, I will definitely listen to my son from now on."
Lin Chen nodded: "It's just an entertainment industry. Don't worry, Mom, I will release a sweet song album first and drop a bomb on the entertainment industry. In the second half of the year, I will write an album for you and drop a nuclear bomb on you."
Song Qingwei was shocked: "Son, can you still write?"
"Isn't this easy? It's much easier than doing homework."
All the viewers in the live broadcast room, one by one, were equivalent to being turned on by a robot, and they were all silenced!