Han Sen straightened Ge Qingqi upright, nodded and said, "Young Master Yu and Atao are here too."
Ge Qingqi turned around and saw Wu Yu and Zhong Juntao standing nearby, protecting her and Brother Sen like door gods, confronting agent Bashan and bar manager Daniel.
The sense of security in her heart suddenly swept over her, and she quickly stood up straight and explained: "Brother Sen, that person is my agent."
At this time, agent Bashan was staring at Han Sen and others with a strange look on his face, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Get out of the way and don't disturb our work."
Wu Yu yelled: "You should get out of the way, right? You salty man, you dare to touch my sister, you must be tired of living!"
Bashan heard Wu Yu's Dawan accent clearly and suddenly understood, without too much doubt, he explained: "Oh, Dawanchai? Misunderstanding, I am Ge Qingqi's agent."
He took two steps forward, stretched out his hand, and wanted to take Ge Qingqi's hand, but Zhong Juntao stood in the middle and held his chest hard.
Bashan took two steps back and frowned: "No matter who you are, we are working now and the performance has been delayed. Can you afford to pay for it?"
Zhong Juntao remained motionless and turned to look at Han Sen.
At this time, Bashan and Daniel realized that the handsome young man standing with Ge Qingqi was obviously the backbone of these people, so they both looked over.
Han Sen said calmly: "Aqi has something to do today and will get off the early shift."
Bashan frowned and said, "That's not possible. If you signed the contract in black and white, how can you just leave?"
"Tell Qian Weiwen that Han Sen took him away. If anything happens, ask him to come to me."
Han Sen patted A Qi on the shoulder, turned around, and led away.
Like a good girl, Ge Qingqi took small steps and left quickly with Brother Sen and the others under the surprised eyes of many people.
Daniel looked at Bashan who was motionless and couldn't help shouting: "Mr. Bashan, what's going on? Didn't we agree to add another show?"
"Shut up, you!"
Bashan rubbed his frown, feeling very bad.
That person actually knows Mr. Qian’s name?
Do you still need to contact Mr. Qian yourself?
Bashan thought it was ridiculous.
Qian Weiwen, director of the Copyright Operations Department, is a real high-level executive of the group. He is someone that a small agent can easily contact. He doesn't even have Qian Weiwen's personal phone number because he is not worthy yet.
However, although he could not reach Qian Weiwen, he happened to know the phone number of Deputy Director Dong Yaoshun. Because he had asked Deputy Director Dong Yaoshun to handle some matters back then, the relationship between them was almost a bribe-giving and bribe-taking relationship.
He was a little nervous and his palms were stained with sweat. Finally, he found a quiet private room and dialed Dong Yaoshun's number.
After the call was connected, Dong Yaoshun's voice came: "Hello, who are you?"
As soon as Bashan heard this, he knew that he was not even qualified to enter the other party's address book. He could only carefully introduce himself and said: "Brother Yaoshun, I am Bashan. You have produced a movie called "Bashan Night Rain" before.
Do you remember the movie copyright?"
"Ah, I have an impression, what's the matter?"
"Is such that……"
Bashan listened quietly to Bashan's narration on the phone. After a long time, he replied: "Han Sen? Are you sure he said he is Han Sen?"
"Sure."
"That's interesting! Okay, I understand, you don't have to worry about this."
"But...Brother Yaoshun, I am Ge Qingqi's agent..."
"Dududu..."
Bashan was dumbfounded. Before he could say anything, he heard the busy signal from the phone. He felt extremely frustrated and had nowhere to vent. He looked left and right, then threw the phone on the sofa with his backhand.
The phone bounced on the sofa a few times and then fell to the ground with a thud.
Bashan's facial muscles twitched slightly, and finally he bent down and picked up the phone.
…
This night, the Jinghong band finally got together after half a month.
As the first to arrive in the capital, Ge Qingqi is quite familiar with some places in the capital.
For example, the whole block outside the Queen Bar is bustling with people because this street has another name, called Foreigner Street. No matter day or night, the number of foreign tourists here and the foreigners who are rooted in the local area is the highest in the entire capital.
Generally speaking, they are the most.
Those who have similar skin color and appearance to Chinese people are basically elites from some Southeast Asian countries who come to Beijing to work and travel, as well as international students from various countries in China, etc.
Of course, there are also many local Beijing residents who come here to hang out and have fun.
Following their previous habits, several people found a food stall and talked about their recent lives and plans while eating skewers.
Ge Qingqi talked eloquently, chewing peanuts, and proudly recounted his recent life. His words were full of beauty, and he didn't seem to want to worry Han Sen and others.
But even though Aqi put on beautiful makeup, the tiredness in her eyes was obvious and could not be hidden from Han Sen and others.
"Money is not enough, health is more important." Zhong Juntao couldn't help but say.
"fine."
Ge Qingqi didn't care: "I'm treating you today. You guys can order and eat whatever you want!"
In the middle of the journey, when Wu Yu quietly ran to check out, he said to Han Sen with a worried look: "Brother Sen, we have to find a way to get Aqi back."
Han Sen nodded.
…
On the other side, after receiving the call from Bashan, Dong Yaoshun was a little surprised, but he didn't take it too seriously.
It wasn't until I arrived at the company the next day and had lunch that I remembered this incident and mentioned it to my colleague Qian Weiwen.
Qian Weiwen immediately put down his chopsticks and said in surprise: "Han Sen?"
"Yes, that singer from the Greater Bay Area."
Qian Weiwen asked about some details in detail, and Dong Yao told everything he knew. He even called Bashan directly and asked Bashan to communicate directly with Qian Weiwen.
Bashan was frightened, extremely excited, and reported everything that happened last night with utmost seriousness.
Qian Weiwen listened silently.
Soon, he hung up the phone and called a director from the company: "Director Xia Hou, doesn't your documentary lack a theme song?"
"Yes, I finally found a song I like, but the price the other party asked for was too high and exceeded the budget."
There was a hint of complaint in Director Xia Hou's voice: "A newbie, Tan Guangyao from the Lighting Agency, dared to ask for three million. Are you crazy? You really have an eye for money."
"I know. You mentioned it to me yesterday. I would like to ask if the original author of the song you like is Han Sen?"
"Yes, I told you yesterday that Han Sen is the King of Heavenly Seed cultivated by Guangguang Brokerage. Although he is indeed very talented, he has no reputation after all, but the price is so high that he simply doesn't want to do business. Mr. Qian,
You have to help me with this matter. To be honest, I actually like that song very much, especially the tune, which is very consistent with the artistic conception of "Whale Falls"."
"Okay, leave this matter to me. I will definitely not let Director Xia Hou down."
"Really? Thank you very much, Mr. Qian."
Dong Yaoshun listened to the whole process and exclaimed: "Is a song by Han Sen worth three million? Is it so expensive?"
Hearing this, Qian Weiwen smiled: "The price must be exaggerated. I guess Tan Gaohan didn't want to really sell it, so he just raised a high price to fool people."
"But even if it's three million, Director Xia Hou seems to want it very much."
Dong Yaoshun murmured to himself, and he suddenly regretted: "Mr. Qian, it seems that we should have added some conditions and tried our best to sign Han Sen. It is really a pity."
"There is nothing to regret. It's all in the past. Let's move on."
Qian Weiwen stood up and said with a smile: "What's more, with Clover here, He Baozhen will not let Han Sen go on the expedition."
…
After lunch, Qian Weiwen returned to the office, tidied up, and went straight to make an appointment with the Artist Department Director He Baozhen.
After the two parties met, Qian Weiwen said directly: "Mr. He, give me Ge Qingqi's agency contract as I owe you a favor."
He Baozhen had already been informed of this on the phone, so she directly handed over Ge Qingqi's agency contract to Qian Weiwen during the meeting.
Ge Qingqi is just a drummer. Although he has become famous recently, the economic benefits are not high and there is no high ceiling in the future, so He Baozhen doesn't care much.
It only cost four million to pry Ge Qingqi away from Miracle Media, which was not worth mentioning to Yuanzheng Media.
But the woman's curiosity made her couldn't help but ask the reason.
When she learned that everything was because of Han Sen, He Baozhen was stunned and looked in disbelief: "One song, three million? Crazy!"
"It doesn't matter."
Qian Weiwen knocked on the document bag containing the contract and said with a smile: "The liquidated damages of our contract are 30 million, so I want Han Sen to sing ten songs. Is there anything wrong with that?"
He Baozhen was silent, and then said to himself: "Crazy, all crazy!"
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