In the office, Mo Changyu led his daughter to the desk.

"Answer him." Mo Changyu pointed at Lu Jian and looked at his daughter, "Are you happy?"

Mo Xijun nodded tremblingly.

"You want to be a singer, or an ordinary person."

“…”

"Say it!"

Mo Xijun was so scared that she sobbed again: "Everything...is...yes."

"What does it mean? Choose one and say one."

“Woo…”

"explain!"

Mo Xijun lowered her head and cried, taking small steps to retreat.

Mo Changyu wanted to scold him again, but Lu Jian couldn't help it.

"Don't force her." Lu Jian got up and patted the table gently, hooked up at Mo Changyu, "Come here to negotiate the contract."

"Hmph." Mo Changyu glared at his daughter, then walked to the table and sat down.

Lu Jian took out the contract backup from the drawer and threw it to Mo Changyu: "The third article is the second one, take a look."

Mo Changyu didn't know what the hell was Lu Jian selling, but he just opened the contract and turned it over there.

[During the contract period, Entertainment Star Factory is prohibited from publishing any news about Mo Xijun without Mo Xijun's permission, publishing works is prohibited, and arranges Mo Xijun to contact people outside the company.]

"Well..." Mo Chang was thoughtful. Compared with verbal incitement, the contract in black and white letters was more convincing.

"Do you understand? I have considered all possibilities." Lu Jian pointed to this clause and said, "Nothing the factors you are concerned about will happen. She will not contact people in the circle, will not become famous, and will not suffer setbacks."

"I didn't expect that your company would write this kind of conceited and arrogant clause in it." Mo Changyu looked at Lu Jian incomprehensible, "like a charity."

"So I suggest that the contract continue, because the troubles you are concerned about will not happen. On the contrary, Mo Xijun can get enough exercise in the past six months and get a salary."

Mo Changyu still shook his head: "But she can't sing or touch music. I know this, but I can't control it if I touch it."

Mo Xijun behind her sobbed even more powerfully.

Lu Jian shook his head and said, "I will not give in to this point unless you smash 200,000 on the table now."

"Mr. Lu, is this necessary? She will leave anyway when the contract period arrives. No matter how much you train her, she will not help you make money."

"Who knows." Lu Jian still shook his head, "We all came from adolescence, don't underestimate the explosiveness of children."

"In my eyes, you are just a child."

Lu Jian only waved his hand with a smile, his emotions were always stable: "Do you know what Mo Xijun said when he was in music class?"

"I don't want to listen."

"She said—" Lu Jian leaned forward slightly, "What we said is not the final word, the work must meet your requirements."

“My request is no work.”

"Maybe there are other standards?" Lu Jian smiled, "It can be seen that you are also the kind of nitpicking person. If you hear a song that is moving enough but cannot be published in public, what kind of experience is it?"

"She? She doesn't have the strength." Mo Changyou pointed to his daughter behind him and looked at Lu Jian again, "You, not. I've investigated. You have ruined your parents' hard work in three years. You still have the face to talk big here. You have very low abilities and your self-confidence is impressive."

Lu Jian nodded at Mo Xijun: "Maybe she can really do it?"

"Can't."

"OK."

"Can't."

Mo Xijun's crying interrupted the dispute between the two—

"OK!"

Mo Changyou turned around in surprise, and his daughter was shaking with her fist and lowered her head.

"you……"

"I can do it!" Mo Xijun wiped his eyes hard, "Mom... you may not know that this afternoon's music class is the happiest time in my life!"

“…”

"I missed elementary school, middle school, and university..." Mo Xijun slowly looked up, half of the grievance and half of the expectation in her eyes, "But I don't want to miss it for the rest of my life!"

Mo Changyu looked at her daughter, and her face kept twitching.

What I tried my best to avoid happened finally happened.

"I know you are for my own good..." Mo Xijun walked step by step, and although she was trembling, she still tried hard to come. "So... I asked Brother Jian to write such an agreement. If you don't have your recognized work within half a year, I will quit, and quit forever! Isn't this enough? Is it not enough for Brother Jian to do this? Isn't it enough for me to work like this??"

"You...you..." Mo Changyou looked at his daughter, then looked at Lu Jian, who seemed to be smiling, and his breath became more and more chaotic.

"Just once, okay, mom, just once." Mo Xijun stared at her mother, her voice trembling less and more determined.

Mo Changyou panted and asked, "What if I say 'no'?"

"Then you are still my mother, forever." Mo Xijun lowered his head again, "But I... have no chance to be me again."

"..." Mo Changyou's heart trembled, and this sentence stabbed her.

"Bang!" The door was kicked open.

"Mom!" Lu Kang's eyes were red, "Do you old lady be so cruel? This is your own daughter!"

"Brother Kang! Calm down, Brother Kang." Qiao Qiao hugged Lu Kang hard, "Violence cannot solve the problem."

Mo Xijun still lowered her head and sobbed, while Lu Jian still seemed to be smiling.

"You are fucking fooled by a man who makes music and don't let your daughter sing. Is there any logic in this matter? Are you shameless?" Lu Kang was already flying, and shouted at Qiao Qiao, "Violence can usually solve the problem!"

Qiao Qiao was no longer able to hold on: "How can you be as strong as a dog?"

A calm voice broke the noise-

"Just once, only half a year."

Mo Changyu finally gave in.

She looked at her daughter and had to shake her head.

Mo Xijun looked up in surprise, and huge joy followed. He couldn't help but step forward and hugged his mother: "Thank you! Thank you! It's enough, I will sing well."

"Hmph, but I don't think this nine-rate company can make good things." Mo Changyu also hugged his daughter and patted her on the back. "Don't eat spicy and greasy during the singing practice. Drink more warm soup. You can eat throat pills, but don't be greedy."

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Mo Xijun hugged his mother and nodded vigorously.

"Okay, go home." Mo Changyu then got up, "Don't practice singing secretly at night, which will disturb your neighbors."

Mo Xijun scratched his head stupidly and said, "I thought the voice was very small..."

"You can't speak louder." Mo Changyou touched his daughter's hair and sighed relievedly, "He and I are both high notes."

"hey-hey……"

Mo Changyu turned to Lu Jian and nodded gently: "I have been taken care of."

"It's easy to say, come often if you have nothing to do."

Mo Changyu snorted and whispered to the contract on the table: "You operate like a charity, and I can only wish you not to close down before the contract ends."

"Strive to do what you want." Lu Jian stretched out his right hand kindly.

Mo Changyu thought about it and shook hands with Lu Jian.

She felt that this palm and this smile were not as incompetent as shown in the information, and there was an indescribable detachment inside.

Mo Xijun also wiped away his tears and said to Lu Jian: "Brother Jian, I'll come early tomorrow, let Brother Kang prepare breakfast."

"Well, it goes without saying that he will prepare too, go back early to rest."

Mo Changyu pulled his daughter: "Let's go, pay attention to rest during singing, otherwise your voice will be hoarse."

When the two walked to the door, Mo Changyu suddenly stopped, as if he had remembered something, and turned around and glared at Lu Kang.

Lu Kang felt cold and took a few steps back.

"I am the youngest?" Mo Changyou asked.

"And...not...I'm old...I'm sorry...I just..."

"It's just for Xijun's good." Mo Changyu turned to Qiao Qiao, "I don't sign up for Qianjin Entertainment?"

Qiao Qiao was stunned and replied tremblingly, "I feel... it's not very comfortable."

"It feels right." Mo Changyu sneered, "Come on, too! The words you said just now are not convincing at all."

Hi, I'm affirmed by the Director of Teaching!

Qiao Qiao nodded without fear at all this time.

Before leaving, Mo Xijun did not forget to turn around and swing his fists at Lu Jian excitedly.

Lu Jian also raised his fist and waved it.

Your mom is always right, but you and I are even more right.

The three of them were sent all the way to the company gate. After the mother and daughter left, Lu Kang locked the door and smiled proudly: "What am I saying? Violence can usually solve the problem! Once I take action, isn't that old lady coward?"

Qiao Qiao couldn't help but smile and said, "But it seems that you were even more timid later."

"This... this is called cognizing current affairs." Lu Kang slapped his palms, "The things have been solved. What's wrong with me? This is how mature you are. You can learn a little."

"Oh." Qiao Qiao rolled her eyes.

"Okay, go to bed." Lu Jian patted his hands hard a few times, "It will start tomorrow, and it will explode!"

Qiao Qiao was very interested in this. After experiencing what happened today, he truly understood the world and truly possessed the soul of rock: "What are you going to explode?"

"I don't know, I just want to explode, I can feel it." Lu Jian grinned.

"No!" Lu Kang scratched his head, "We now... have to pay so much wages, cook so much food, and have so much water, electricity and gas fees, but we don't seem to have much money, and we have to live a hard life."

"Thank you!" Qiao Qiao and Lu Jian thanked me solemnly, and they just wanted to give Lu Kang the incense.

...

At night, Lu Jian lay on the bed, tilting his head slightly, and the moon and stars outside the window were sparse.

He thought he would fall asleep quickly if he was tired this day, but his excitement still led him around.

He was lucky and efficient, so he signed two potential artists on the first day.

But... the way to solve the problem is inexplicably biased towards family ethics, which is not the style I am good at.

The next time, you will show your true skills.

How to turn losses into profits before a company goes bankrupt.

How to train...oh no, cultivate artists.

How to make artists show their killer weapon as soon as possible.

How to shut up and listen to your voice.

The following is a true professionalism. Even though we have made great achievements in our previous lives, it is the first time that we have set off a wave of the times.
Chapter completed!