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530.Small hot pot

Netizens took sides with each other and quarreled over their favorite music software. At the same time, Paradise Cloud Music also started its own actions.

Today is a weekend holiday. Zhong Leyi sent a message early, saying that she planned to go back to school to pack her luggage and asked Gu Yun to pick her up in the evening.

She was about to go on a business trip to Shenzhen, and of course she wanted her boyfriend to accompany her before leaving.

The team that went to Shenzhen was not very large. The Leying Law Firm was led by the director Wang Xiaohong personally. The two followers were full-time lawyer Fan Mengru and trainee lawyer Zhong Leyi. The Leying Cloud Music side was led by Cheng Yingying and several assistants.

Accompany.

After returning to Nanhu University early, Gu Yun happened to pass by the dormitory. Bored and waiting for Zhong Leyi to pack her things, he decided to go upstairs to take a look.

There is always no one in the dormitory on weekends. Liu Yisheng is likely to go out on a date, Zhang Gaoqiang goes to the study room to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination, and Zheng Bo is the one most likely to stay in the dormitory and play games.

When he walked to the door of dormitory 712, Gu Yun was far away when he heard a burst of singing coming from the dormitory.

"He said that any of your praised beauty

Not as good as the first time he met you.”

Opening the door, Zheng Bo was indeed the only one in the dormitory. He squinted his eyes, only the phone on the table still had its screen on, and the vinyl CD player on the music software was spinning around, playing accompaniment for the lonely college student.

"If I can make it before dark~"

As Gu Yun entered the room, he also sang along. The sound rang out, and Zheng Bo, who was immersed in the world of music, realized that his roommate whom he had not seen for a long time was back.

"Fourth is back? I rarely see you come back on weekends."

Zheng Bo looked a little unnatural, a little more shy about having his inner world broken by someone. He quickly took out a pair of headphones from his drawer, and the music playing outside suddenly disappeared.

"Come back and pack your luggage with your girlfriend. She is going out, so I will come back and take a look."

Gu Yun answered casually, walked to his closet and picked up a new set of clothes.

While changing clothes, he happened to catch a glimpse of Zheng Bo's music software interface out of the corner of his eye, and Gu Yun couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Brother, the original source of this song is on Paradise Cloud Music. The Niu Youye you are listening to is not the original singer at all. Please be careful that it is out of tune."

Pointing to the Penguin music on Zheng Bo's phone, Gu Yun reminded him with a smile.

"Ah? Real or fake?"

Zheng Bo was stunned. He had recently fallen in love with folk songs, but since he had only listened to songs on Penguin Music, he had no idea who the real original singer of the song "Nan Shan Nan" was.

"Don't you usually read Weibo?"

"It's boring. I'm too lazy to watch it. If I have the time, I might as well play TikTok and play League of Legends in bed."

Zheng Bo shook his head. He knew nothing about the dispute between Paradise Cloud Music and Penguin Music.

This is also the current situation of most young people. In fact, even if people who often surf the Internet are well aware of the disputes between the two music companies, few people will uninstall another software just because they support their favorite music software.

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The reason is very simple. There are so many good songs, but the copyrights are often owned by only one company. Sometimes people want to listen to popular songs, but some people can only switch back and forth.

What's more, habit is a terrible thing. People like Zheng Bo who are used to Penguin Music, even if they know that the songs they listen to are pirated, are too lazy to look for genuine music to listen to.

As long as it is available, who cares if it is genuine or pirated?

This is the secret to Penguin slowly cannibalizing other small online music platforms.

Under the banner of copyright protection, they acquired the copyrights of most popular songs, and then squeezed and reported small platforms without copyrights one by one to death.

For popular songs that do not have copyrights, they resort to song washing and plagiarism to eliminate this scarcity.

Once a user develops the habit of listening to most songs on Penguin Music, there is a high probability that they will never leave again.

"Shit. It turns out that the original singer of this song is named Ma Youye. Damn it."

Zheng Bo downloaded Haoyuanyuan Cloud Music, raised his neck and let out a long sigh, feeling very excited for a moment.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Gu Yun asked curiously.

"I met a school girl a while ago who likes to listen to folk songs, but she ignored me while we were chatting. Damn it, now I finally know why!"

Zheng Bo took a big sip of the Coke in front of him, clenched his fists, and looked angry.

"Why?"

Gu Yun asked.

"I forwarded Penguin Music's "Nan Shan Nan" to my circle of friends to show off my taste in folk songs, but she made a comment to me, which I didn't understand at the time."

"Hold!"

Zheng Bo finally understood that for young people who really love folk songs and have a literary style, listening to pirated versions is a big deal, let alone sharing it with friends.

"Hahahahahaha."

Gu Yun couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud on the spot.

"You can't tell the difference between a cow and a horse. This sister is quite interesting."

"Of course, the little girls who are now freshmen are all very fashionable, and they are not unfamiliar with the seniors at all."

Zheng Bo nodded and confirmed Gu Yun's evaluation.

"Let's go, they won't come back either. We brothers went to the cafeteria to have dinner. We haven't eaten in a long time."

Gu Yun lowered his head and looked at his phone. Zhong Leyi said it would take a while.

"Auntie, let me pay for the air conditioning in our dormitory."

Downstairs in the dormitory, Gu Yun paid for the air conditioning bill at 712.

In their junior year, Nanhu University has installed brand-new air conditioners for all students. Whether it is a hot summer or a shivering winter, the school will provide everyone with a guarantee.

But at the same time of protection, discordant dormitories often have disagreements over the cost of air conditioning.

Everyone has different thresholds for hot and cold. When to turn on the air conditioner, whether to turn on the air conditioner, and how to calculate the cost will all become difficult problems that test the relationship in the dormitory.

People who don't care so much usually use AA to solve problems, but in a dormitory, there are always roommates who are not around all year round, and these people are always reluctant to AA.

I obviously have no air conditioner, but you want me to pay for it. Is that appropriate?

So after Gu Yun installed the air conditioner in the dormitory, he immediately paid off the remaining two years of expenses.

He is a person who cannot do without the air conditioner all year round. He must always blow it in the summer and turn on the heater in the winter.

Although we don't often live in the dormitory, there is no need for anyone to worry about the money if we share a room with several brothers.

"Hey, Xiao Gu, isn't it? I haven't seen you back for a long time."

The dormitory aunts are very familiar with Gu Yun. He is a popular figure in the school and has a sweet mouth. He often buys some fruits for the dormitory aunties. The aunties all like him in their hearts. Little things are special.

Accommodating.

For example, when I was a freshman, dormitory 712 often had small hot pots and prohibited electrical appliances that could heat up quickly. Although the aunts would confiscate them on the spot, afterward Gu Yun would say a few nice words and admit her mistake, and the dormitory aunt would still take it.

The small hot pot was returned to him.

To this day, the small hot pot I made in my freshman year is still often quietly fired up on winter nights.


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