"I didn't expect you to be a professor like this."
Xiao Qian was slapped again, and Xu Mingxia had never cursed so many people in her life.
"You brat, if you can't speak, don't speak."
What could Xiao Qian do? This is what happened to him at such a young age, until Xu Mingxia handed a piece of paper in front of him.
"Here, brat, sign this."
Xiao Qianhu's eyes widened. In his eyes, Xu Mingxia was like a human trafficker.
"What do you mean?"
Xu Mingxia pointed to something on the paper.
"Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? The song belongs to you. If you don't sign the copyright agreement, if profits are generated in the future, whose will it belong to?"
Xiao Qian was a little confused.
"Is there such a thing?"
He also thought that Xu Mingxia would keep the song "For Whom" secret. Copyright is like a joke in China's entertainment industry.
He knew the influence of this song, and Xu Mingxia also understood the meaning of this song.
For such a good song, it is too normal for me to act like a human being.
Xu Mingxia said matter-of-factly: "We must have this thing, and the copyright issue cannot be ignored. Once a dispute arises, the consequences will be serious."
After Xu Mingxia's science popularization, Xiao Qian realized that there was a different place in this world.
That is the importance attached to copyright.
Although China in this world is still in the primary stage where many industries are waiting to be developed, its construction of various soft power aspects is very complete.
Here, if anyone dares to pirate, they will be put in jail.
Because of strict laws and regulations and widespread awareness, people in this world are very serious about copyright issues. Even when facing a child like Xiao Qian, Xu Mingxia must clarify the ownership of copyright.
This is really a wonderful era.
Xiao Qian seemed to see the wealth flowing into his pocket, allowing him to live a decadent and beautiful life.
Fortunately, as a reborn person, Xiao Qian's calmness is not so easily broken.
He pointed to a place on the copyright agreement and said seriously: "Aunt Xu, the copyright of the lyrics can belong to me, but as for the composition, you are more suitable."
If you understand, you understand; if you don’t understand, you don’t understand.
The arrangement of "For Whom" is majestic, profound in artistic conception, and the coordination of various musical instruments is so harmonious that it cannot be accomplished unless an expert who has been immersed in this field for many years can do it.
If he monopolizes the copyrights for both lyrics and music, and people look back and see that he doesn’t even understand musical notation, that would be a lot of fun.
Xiao Qian knew that he was still very young, still weak, and not strong enough. What he needed most now was not to gain fame and fortune, but to find someone to rely on for his good growth.
He didn't know what he should do before. After all, he couldn't do anything well. Now it seems that it's time to set a clear goal for himself.
Xu Mingxia's identity is the stepping stone for him to start his struggle.
After experiencing rebirth and seeing the world decades later, he has a deeper understanding of the importance of win-win and win-win situations.
Money cannot be earned by one person.
A name cannot be monopolized by one person.
Li, one cannot enjoy being clean.
There is great power in numbers. This is a wise saying. How to take advantage of numbers is actually a profound knowledge.
For a classic song like "For Whom", its lyricist and composer will definitely leave a mark in the history of Chinese pop music.
With this, not only Xiao Qian can make a lot of money, but Xu Mingxia can also reach a higher level.
He has never set foot in the entertainment industry or dabbled in the entertainment and cultural industry in his previous life. If he wants to enter this industry, he is still a pure layman.
When he needed a guide the most, Xu Mingxia appeared in front of him.
Xiao Qian's words surprised Xu Mingxia again. She was about to refuse, but when she met Xiao Qian's clear and wise eyes, she understood completely.
Just because she understood it, she finally completely believed that the song "For Whom" was written by Xiao Qian.
Except for his small body, you really can't connect the little man in front of you with a seven-year-old child.
There are many rumors in history, and there are countless heroes who were precocious and wise. However, the records hidden in the text are really unconvincing.
And the one in front of her really showed her what it meant to be precocious and wise.
"Okay, kid, thank you very much."
Xiao Qian calmly accepted this thank you, and everyone knew it.
Although the child's body was weak, his vitality was strong, so Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue were finally discharged from the hospital.
After returning to school, Li Qingjue immediately held the books and threw himself into the intense study.
After being hospitalized for so many days, she felt that she had been left behind a lot by her friends.
Xiao Qian still chose to sleep. Before he was in the third grade of elementary school, he felt that there was no need to devote himself to studying.
Look at your potential!
Liang Daguang refused to let him sleep.
"Xiao Qian, as your teacher, I am responsible for your growth. After observation, the teacher found that you are definitely a mathematical genius. So the teacher decided to help you register for the Mathematical Olympiad class and participate in the Mathematical Olympiad competition. How about fighting for the school?
The responsibility of honor falls on you."
Xiao Qian almost peed on the spot.
What the hell, how did you become a math genius?
"No, Teacher Liang, do you have any misunderstanding? My math is really not good."
Xiao Qian can guarantee that this is definitely the most sincere sentence he has ever said in his past life.
If you say a liberal arts dog is good at mathematics, who are you to blame?
I think back in his previous life, he was in the science class in his first year of high school. As a result, his grades were very poor, especially in mathematics. He was ranked third from the bottom in the class every time he took the test.
This made Xiao Qian extremely desperate. After some ideological struggle, she finally transferred to a liberal arts class.
As soon as the results turned around, my math score immediately became the third highest in the class, which was very satisfying.
Now suddenly someone came over and told him: You are a mathematical genius, just like a scammer calling to tell you that you have won a lottery.
Xiao Qian almost called the police on the spot.
Liang Daguang thought he was being modest.
"Classmate Xiao, look, among the more than 40 classmates in the class, you are the only one who can easily complete the arithmetic of thirty-two plus twenty-five. Aren't you a mathematical genius?"
Xiao Qian was a little confused.
Is this genius?
Why do I still feel like you are cursing someone?
However, seeing Liang Daguang's persistent look, Xiao Qian felt that he could not convince others with his virtue, nor could he be as eloquent as a ninth-grade Zhima official.
"Ouch, teacher, my stomach hurts and I need to go to the toilet."
Shit Escape was effective, allowing Xiao Qian to temporarily escape Liang Daguang's destruction.
When he came back, his beloved... no, his savior appeared.
Liang Daguang was very angry, baring his teeth and claws, trying his best to restore the situation.
"Principal, Xiao Qian is really a genius in mathematics. Our school will soon produce a new star of the Mathematical Olympiad. By then our Huayuan Primary School will be able to raise its head in the entire education world."
The old lady of the principal was also there, but she was very calm and was not affected by Liang Daguang. What she cared more about was the attitude of the people next to her.
Compared with Liang Daguang who was so angry and frustrated, Xu Mingxia was much more strategist.
"Principal Shen, you have to believe in my vision. Xiao Qian's talent in music is unparalleled. And now our music school has received a very important task, and we really need Xiao Qian's help. Congratulations Principal Shen, Huayuan Primary School will definitely be proud of Xiao Qian's achievements in the future."
Liang Daguang retreated.
How can a primary school teacher be a match for a university professor?
The name of Huayuan Primary School in Chuansha Town, PDX District, doesn't sound as prestigious as the Magic City Conservatory of Music.
So Xiao Qian finally got rid of the misery and appeared happily in the large classroom of the Shanghai Music Conservatory of Music, becoming a peep show for a crowd of people to watch.
The old man with a white beard, the old woman with white hair, the uncle with big back glasses and the fashionable aunt with big waves were all amazed and felt that the world was different.
"Is this really the song that this little doll made up?"
Faced with the question of the old man with a white beard, Xu Mingxia was very sure.
"Teacher Xia, don't worry, I have seen this with my own eyes and it is definitely not fake."
The white-bearded old man was not easily persuaded. He secretly took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of Xiao Qian.
"Little doll, what is this?"
Xiao Qian recognized it after just one glance.
"Grandpa, this is the musical notation."
The old man with a white beard slapped his thigh hard, and his beard stood up with joy.
"The little doll is indeed a genius."
Everyone in the room had black streaks on their heads.
Who doesn’t know staff music?
In short, the old man with white beard seems to have a high prestige. He already recognizes Xiao Qian, so there is no problem for others.
So a strange scene in the history of Chinese music appeared. A group of famous masters in the music industry were operating various musical instruments, playing and singing, but they needed the approval of a seven-year-old child.
But the fact is that this group of people came together to carry out a serious and far-reaching work.
