Zhao Manyu is certainly unwilling to accept that he can't get anything and lose so much money.

After weighing the two things, of course, it is still acceptable to accept the auction results. It is more cost-effective to get the copyright of this song.

"Give me the song!"

Jun Qing took the top box of packaged samples, walked down the steps, and came to Zhao Manyu.

"Sister Zhao, thank you for your appreciation!"

Zhao Manyu snorted coldly and slapped the sample from her hand.

"Walk!"

She shouted angrily, and she was about to leave with Bai Lu.

"Miss Zhao, please stay!" Lin Feng took a step forward in the evening and stopped her, "Please pay the final payment before leaving."

She only paid a deposit of 500,000 yuan during the auction, and she had to pay the remaining 2 million!

Unfortunately, Zhao Manyu had to follow Lin Fengwan obediently and go to the room opposite to pay and sign the contract.

After completing the transfer with your mobile phone and signing the contract, Zhao Manyu angrily threw the pen on the table.

"You despicable villains will get retribution one day!"

Lin Fengwan took the contract signed at the table and handed it to his assistant Chi Huan, and gave it to Zhao Manyu. He raised his eyes and met her eyes.

"If there is really retribution in this world, it should be yours first!"

Zhao Manyu knows best how many newcomers have been bullied and how many artists have been exploited in the circle.

Facing Lin Fengwan's gaze, Zhao Manyu felt guilty.

He pulled the contract from the other party and turned around and walked out of the office.

When Zhao Manyu signed the contract, Jun Qing also gave samples of the other three songs to the auctioneer who took the ownership of the song.

They are all people in the circle, and people like Jun Qing can't be ashamed of them.

Now that I know that the other party has a creator, I naturally feel more respectful in my words.

"Thank you Miss Jun!"

"I hope we still have a chance to cooperate!"

...

After taking the last sample on the table, Jun Qing turned around and came to the other side of the VIP room and stood in front of Rong Yan.

"One million song, Ms. Rong redefined the value of a creator. I believe that this is definitely a milestone in the history of Chinese music! On behalf of all creators, I would like to thank Ms. Jun for her affirmation of us!"

After a few words, they were very beautiful and decent.

On the surface, he was a tall hat, but there was mockery between the lines.

Others can't hear it, but Rong Yan can hear every word clearly.

With so many reporters around, Rong Yan certainly couldn't show her stupidity and despicableness, and just kept an elegant smile on her face.

"Miss Jun is always like this and it's unexpected."

"I hope I can give Miss Rong a little more surprise in the future." He handed the sample to her, and Jun Qing raised his hand and pointed to the office next to him: "Miss Rong, please pay there!"

Rong Yan took the sample and walked towards the office where she paid.

My face was calm, but my heart was already burning into fire.

Ten million is not a big figure for her. Just when she thought of this ten thousand and she would put it into Jun Qing's pocket, she almost bit her porcelain teeth into pieces.

Of course, you can only swallow it in your stomach by biting your teeth.

The cards are held by yourself and the songs are shot by yourself. No matter how much you feel sorry for, you have to pay.

When Rong Yan walked out of the auction room with heavy steps, the reporters had already rushed over to surrounded Jun Qingtuan.

"Miss Jun, why do you need to write songs under a pseudonym?"

"Miss Jun, where did you come from when writing songs?"

...

Mu Jinbai stood up from the chair with a smile on his lips.
Chapter completed!