Sun Yaohuo's long hours of practice were fruitful.
Lin Yuan had dinner with him and within two hours, the official version of "Red Roses" was recorded.
Handing the song over to Ol' Zhou, the rest was up to the company's arrangement.
Night fell.
Work was over.
The invigorated Senior Sun Yao Huo was as enthusiastic as ever, driving Lin Yuan back to his residence.
"Goodbye."
Lin Yuan waved.
After taking a shower and lying in bed, time before sleep was quite enough, so Lin Yuan simply called out the System: "Did you say that the first customised novel can be done at a 50% discount?"
System replied, "Yes."
Lin Yuan was in a dilemma.
He got paid a few days ago.
He had about five million in his card.
How much should he pay for his customised novel?
They say you get what you pay for, so Lin Yuan wanted it cheap, yet he wanted the customised novel to be good.
Finally.
