The managers thought deep and hard, weighing Master Lin's request against their interests.
"Master Lin, although your request isn't that over the board, can I ask how many songs you can give us?" one of the managers from Ming Guang Records asked Lin Fan politely.
Lin Fan glanced at him, replying, "How many?"
Zhang Xue Ming looked at Lin Fan. "Master Lin, we all understand your thought process. You're thinking of using your songs to expose this newbie to more concerts to increase her viewers. Our stars are very popular, and every single concert that they hold is either sold out or at worst, eighty percent sold."
Lin Fan didn't feel like discussing this anymore. He waved them away. "I don't see what the problem is here. I just have one request. I'll write a song in ten minutes if you accede to my request. If you agree, please stay. If you don't, the door is over there."
