"There is a lot of trouble online. You can't find your information. You are attacking others, Lanting, Sheng Factory, and Donghuang, who intends to buy your copyright, with a 100 million copyright fee. You said that this is equivalent to a fraud." The other party asked, "What are you going to do?"

He was shocked when he heard about the copyright fee.

Before Gu Mang, the most expensive song in China was the King of Songs Sheng, with a copyright fee of 90 million yuan.

Gu Mang directly broke the ceiling of Shengting and sold 100 million.

As expected, it was still shocking.

No matter what this person wants to do, he will do it to the extreme.

Even though the arrangement and composition were just a play for her.

Gu Mang tapped his fingers on the handrail of the sofa, his aura was cold and irritable.

After a long time, she lifted her eyelids, stared at the phone on the coffee table, and squinted her eyes.

He spoke slowly, "I remember you cisac has my video, you haven't deleted it."

Lu Chengzhou looked at Gu Mang.

Cisac, the person who called was from the International Musical Society.

The other party smiled, "Where can we bear to delete your video?"

"Okay." Gu Mang picked up the corner of his mouth, "Be more beautiful."

The other party looked at the news on the computer.

"Master Bi and the Piano Association came to the scene in person and said that this was Gu Yin's music, and could it be fake?"

"The matter is so big, Gu Mang said she wrote it casually, why didn't anyone give her a certificate?"

"Someone can prove her that it's been out early haha..."

The other party took a breath slowly, and his blood pressure was a little high. "Fuck you, there is no one behind you. Today our composition association will teach them how to be a human being!"

People in the academic world have always kept the word "wen" on their lips, and this is the first time he has sweared.

Gu Mangting raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Hang up the phone there.

Lu Chengzhou looked at Gu Mang and asked in a low voice: "What does the composition association have to do with you?"

Gu Mang glanced at him and spoke without any emotion, "Oh, my dad was the president there before. They kept asking me to inherit my dad's position, but I didn't agree."

After she said that, she got up and went to the entrance.

Lu Chengzhou heard her mention her parents for the first time and looked at her.

Gu Mang took out the computer from the backpack on the entrance cabinet and folded it back.

The computer is placed on the coffee table and the person sits on the ground at will.

Finger taps quickly on the keyboard.

A face with no expression, and her eyebrows and eyes were cold and arrogant.

...

Headquarters of the Composer Association.

The old man who called Gu Mang was President Wen Zexing, the current top leader.

He put down his cell phone, looked up and instructed his assistant, "Use the official Weibo of the Music Association to post a video, I'll say you're typing."

"Yes." The assistant responded and edited the Weibo immediately.

There are not many fans of the official blog of the Musical Association, and the members in the Association are originally the workers behind the music scenes.

However, the video was directly topped on Weibo's hot searches as soon as it was uploaded.

The assistant was stunned for a moment, turned to Wen Zexing, and said in disbelief: "President, our Weibo post has been directly topped."

Wen Zexing doesn’t have to think about it and know who made it.

His friend who forgot his age has never been patient, and he is simple and crude in solving problems.

This time I even got black on Weibo.

...

The remarks of scolding Gu Mang on Weibo and calling her to apologize are getting more and more intense.

The hundreds of thousands of comments below the dance video of the Medical School are more unpleasant and unsightly.

At this moment, someone discovered that the top of Weibo suddenly became a Weibo post of the International Composition Association.
Chapter completed!