Chapter 18: You are writing a serious novel, right?
"No rush, let's wait and see..." Xia Anruo took a sip of tea.

"Sister, if we delay for a few more months, the heat will pass." Liao Qing was getting anxious.

The company is so actively collecting songs now, isn't it just because they want to take advantage of the current popularity of "Legend" and hurry up to release a few more singles? The results will definitely not be bad.

In today's digital age, the pace is fast and popularity comes and goes quickly. No matter how popular you are, if you don't appear in the public eye for several months, people will soon forget you.

This is also the reason why many singers now prefer to release singles rather than albums. On the one hand, singles are more free and can be released as the singer wishes. On the other hand, the production cycle of a single is short, so the singer can often be active in the public eye and maintain attention.

Just like writing online novels, if you update every day, readers will naturally follow you and the popularity will remain high. If you update once every few months...

Do you think you have the gravity of Mars?
Readers will only say to you: Who are you flirting with? Why are you on my bookshelf?
"It's better to have the popularity in the past than to have the new song of poor quality, which will damage your reputation and make people laugh at you." Xia Anruo is also very worried now.

She also wants to release a few more songs to boost her popularity, but if the quality of future songs cannot be maintained, let alone gaining fans, she is afraid that some of her haters online will start making trouble again.

"Let's not talk about other songs, you are not satisfied with the song "Summer"? " Liao Qing also knew that Xia Anruo was very picky about songs now, but "Summer" was written by Mr. Huang Wen, a big name in the songwriting industry, and it was the boss who personally stepped in to get it.

"That song is great, but I always feel like it's missing something."

Hey, you're quite pretentious.

"Are you missing Chu Ze?" Liao Qing was speechless.

"Right... not right!" Xia Anruo said halfway subconsciously, and immediately reacted, "You, what are you talking about?"

"Isn't it? The song 'Legend' was written by the man named Chu Ze, right? Since you are not satisfied with the ones written by others, why don't you ask him to write another one?" Liao Qing said.

"Oh, you mean this." Xia Anruo breathed a sigh of relief without even knowing why.

"if not?"

"I thought... it was nothing."

Xu Min ate the melon in silence for a long time, and rarely noticed that there was a hint of panic in Sister An Ruo's eyes just now.

Oh Moses Roy.

……

During the summer vacation.

Chu Ze did not stay at home for two months like the others. After all, he was renting a house, and he still had to pay the rent even if the house was empty for two months.

Moreover, his home is in Ancheng, which is only more than half an hour away from Jiangcheng by high-speed rail, so it is very convenient to go back. Chu Ze went back once at the end of July, mainly because he missed his mother and visited an old man.

As a wealthy man with a net worth of nearly seven figures, Chu Ze naturally couldn't go back empty-handed. He carefully selected some gifts to take back to show his filial piety.

"Mom, I bought you a Hetian jade bracelet, Auberge skin care products, and a Lobel bag." Chu Ze put all the bags in front of his mother as soon as he got home.

Mother Jiang Huiqin was so happy to see these gifts that she couldn't stop smiling. She kept saying, "My son is so thoughtful. Where did he make so much money to buy so many things?"

"You know I write novels, and I've made a few hundred million."

"Good son, you have a promising future."

"Where is Qingqing?" Chu Ze didn't see his sister whom he hadn't seen since his rebirth, so he asked curiously.

"She is taking extra classes at school. She will be a senior next semester," Jiang Huiqin explained.

"That's such a coincidence. I bought her a gift. She will definitely be very happy when she receives it." Chu Ze had the expression of a loving brother and patted the "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" in his hand.

My sister who is far away in school: "..."

Jiang Huiqin happily took the gift and put it into the room, then put on an apron and went into the kitchen.

"Son, where are your dad's and mine?" Chu Mingtao also came over with a smile.

"Dad, I know you like watches, so I specially picked out the latest one for you." Chu Ze would certainly not forget this gift from Lao Deng.

"Hey, you've grown up! You've become thoughtful!" Chu Mingtao's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he immediately made a sound of great relief.

"Here, this is a Xiaotiancai children's phone watch, the latest model!" Chu Ze reached into his bag, took out a small box and handed it to Chu Mingtao.

Chu Mingtao: “???”

Three minutes later.

"Dad, you better be respectful to the future billionaire and soon-to-be millionaire son in front of you."

Chu Ze said this as he looked at the nine wolves in Chu Mingtao's hands.

Of course, Lao Chu still loved him, so he was reluctant to take action and finally put down the belt. "If I had taken it out earlier, it would have been fine." He looked at the flashing white light on the dial of the Laoli watch on his wrist, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.

Dad, please tone it down a bit. The corners of your mouth are almost curled up into a Nike.

"So you make so much money writing novels now?" Comrade Lao Chu couldn't let go of the new watch. He sat on the sofa, picked up the enamel cup and took a sip of tea.

"It's okay, it's okay, only about a dozen w a month." Chu Ze said modestly while sitting aside.

It’s all thanks to the rich woman’s charity.

"Mr. Duo, Mr. Duo?" Chu Mingtao spat out a mouthful of tea when he heard that.

Hundreds of thousands?
He may not even be able to earn hundreds of thousands a year.

"What you wrote... is a serious novel, right?" He now seriously doubted what this kid wrote.

Chu Ze's eyes twitched when he heard that.

Come on, he doesn’t even know how to become a moderator, so he can’t write anything indecent even if he wants to.

"Don't worry, it must be serious. Do you want to take a look?"

"Oh, then I won't read serious novels." Chu Mingtao waved his hand.

"?"

"Well, what I mean is that I'll feel relieved if you write seriously. Otherwise, what will your mother do if you go in and operate a sewing machine one day? She'll be heartbroken." Comrade Lao Chu realized that his words just now were a bit ambiguous, so he explained.

"Dad, aren't you sad?"

"Of course I'm... sad too..." Chu Mingtao stuttered unexpectedly when he said this.

Did you hesitate for two seconds just now?
You hesitated, didn't you?
"By the way, who did you ask to get the VIP ticket to An Ruo's concert last time?" Chu Mingtao changed the subject.

"What do you want to do?" Chu Ze asked puzzledly.

"I'll just ask."

"It's okay if there's some connection."

"Is the relationship strong?"

"How hard do you want it?"

"The kind that can get An Ruo's previous signed physical album."

"Dad, no way, you really like An Ruo that much?" Chu Ze looked at Chu Mingtao with a puzzled look.

I'm already thinking about signing the album.

This is something only die-hard fans would do.

"Well, I just like the songs she sings and I want to collect them. Otherwise, your dad is already in his forties, how could he like a girl in her twenties?" Chu Mingtao coughed and explained guiltily.

Chu Ze glanced at him expressionlessly...

Ha ha.

This is a lie!

Even if a man is eighty years old, he still likes girls in their twenties.

"As for the signed physical album, I can only say that I can ask for you when I have the chance." Chu Ze said after thinking for a while.

After all, I refused to write a song for Xia Anruo, so it doesn't seem appropriate for me to go to her again.

If An Zhiruosu was Xia Anruo's agent, Chu Ze could still make a detour, but unfortunately, according to current speculation, that account is most likely Xia Anruo's pseudonym, although that woman refused to admit it...

By the way, how come the topic of conversation when I get home always revolves around this woman.

I really can't get rid of it...

Is this some kind of bad fate?

All I can say is that it was a rear-end chase.

(End of this chapter)