Hearing this, the agent couldn't help but touch his forehead.
"Brother Chuan, do you really have no idea how thin our studio's resources are? It's true what they say—'One never knows the cost of fuel and rice until one becomes a householder; a child who sells his ancestors' fields without regret.'"
"We've only just managed to save some money, and it's reserved for producing an album over the next half year."
An album is the foundation for a singer; no matter how many variety shows he does, or how much stage time he gets, it's all useless without a consistent output of work. His reputation will decline."
He knew very well that Lin Chuan could sometimes be too idealistic, so occasionally he had to be a bit harsher. Otherwise, the studio simply couldn't survive.
Throwing this claim out there, if the other party asks for too much in return, that would be the end of everything.
While the agent's heart was in turmoil and he was feeling anxious,
Xu Qingyan suddenly smiled and said.
