ROSGT #### Chapter 40: Doesn’t He Know I’m a Sis-con?
### Volume 1
#### Chapter 40: Doesn’t He Know I’m a Sis-con?
Ye Ling pushed open the door to the café, and Fang Nan wheeled Ye Chui inside. Gao Yang quickly noticed Ye Chui and Fang Nan. The sight of the delicate beauty Fang Nan made him shiver involuntarily—just yesterday, Ma Tao had been cleanly knocked to the ground by Fang Nan and was now lying in the hospital recuperating.
Originally, Gao Yang had planned to extort a good amount of money from Ye Chui and Ye Ling, but seeing Fang Nan with them, he immediately backed off. He internally complained, wondering who Ye Chui was to have a female bodyguard accompany him everywhere.
Now he only hoped to get back the 30,000 yuan penalty fee stated in the contract.
Ye Chui's wheelchair was pushed in front of Gao Yang.
Gao Yang coughed lightly and said directly, "30,000 yuan. Give me the penalty fee, and I'll immediately destroy the electronic contract with Xiao Ling."
"30,000 yuan is a small matter for me," Ye Chui said with a faint smile, "but I don't intend to give it to you. I have a proposal instead. How about you give me 30,000 yuan?"
Gao Yang's face changed. "What do you mean? I'm telling you, Ye Ling entered her DNA recognition code into the contract. If you want to back out, I have the right to pursue legal action!"
Hearing Gao Yang's words, Ye Ling's face immediately showed an expression of fear as she tightly clutched Ye Chui's arm. Ye Chui patted his sister's hand, smiled at her reassuringly, and then continued speaking to Gao Yang, "Listen to my proposal first. I want to exchange something for Xiao Ling's contract."
"What is it?" Gao Yang sneered.
"A song."
"A song?" Gao Yang snorted. "What a joke. You want to offset Ye Ling's penalty fee with a song? Do you think you're the music godfather, Fang Yueming?"
In the current thriving entertainment industry, a good song was worth a lot. But typically, songs written by ordinary lyricists and composers sold for only a few hundred to a few thousand yuan. The most expensive was Fang Yueming (Fang Lao), whose song could sell for an astronomical price of 50,000 yuan. But that was exceptional. Ye Chui's attempt to use a song to offset the debt was simply wishful thinking.
Ye Chui smiled calmly, took out the song score he had prepared last night, and handed it to Gao Yang. He didn't know who Fang Yueming was, but he was confident that the song would be compelling enough. The song score had been registered for copyright online last night, so he wasn't worried about Gao Yang plagiarizing it.
Gao Yang accepted the song score with a look of disdain and began to read it.
Ye Ling showed a curious expression and whispered to Ye Chui, "Brother, where did you get the song?"
"I wrote it myself," Ye Chui said with a smile, pointing at Fang Nan. "Nan Nan helped me record the melody."
"What? Brother, when did you learn to write songs? Weren't you tone-deaf since childhood?" Ye Ling exclaimed in surprise.
Fang Nan chimed in, "Xiao Ling, you don't know this, but your brother is quite talented in singing. He even prepared a song for you."
"A song for me?" Ye Ling was stunned.
Ye Chui handed another song, "Ningxia," to his sister. "Take a look at this song first. Practice it for the next few days, and I'll take you to record it later."
Ye Ling, still skeptical, began to study the score of "Ningxia" carefully.
Meanwhile, Gao Yang's expression gradually changed. His initial disdain turned to surprise as he lightly hummed the tune. Slowly, his expression grew more and more astonished, and finally, he was shocked. After reading the score once, he hurriedly read it again, his expression shifting from shock to seriousness. Finally, he looked at Ye Chui with disbelief, unable to believe that this song was Ye Chui's work.
Ye Chui wasn't surprised by Gao Yang's reaction. It seemed that his song indeed had a strong appeal, especially to someone like Gao Yang. This outcome was not unexpected.
"This song is quite good," Gao Yang said after a moment, "but using it to offset 30,000 yuan…"
"Not 30,000 yuan," Ye Chui corrected, "I said 60,000 yuan. Offset Xiao Ling's contract, and you give me 30,000 yuan."
Gao Yang's face changed. "That's too expensive. Fang Yueming's most expensive song is only 50,000 yuan, and you want 60,000 yuan?"
"Don't want it?" Ye Chui remained calm. "Okay, give me the score back, and I'll have someone else sing it."
As he spoke, Ye Chui reached out to take the score back.
Gao Yang, however, held onto it tightly, unwilling to let go. He pleaded, "Can you make it cheaper…?"
The lyrics of the song were odd, but the melody was undeniably groundbreaking. As a lyricist and composer himself, Gao Yang, who created the songs for his band, understood the value of this song. He had already appraised it in his mind—it was priceless. If his band performed this song, they would definitely become an instant hit!
"Not cheaper. If you want it, it's 60,000 yuan," Ye Chui insisted. He was still angry about the contract issue. Although it was understandable, the way Gao Yang's band bullied his sister was unacceptable—didn't they know he was a sis-con?
"60,000 yuan is too much…" Gao Yang begged.
"Not negotiable. Take it or leave it," Ye Chui remained firm.
"But it's too expensive…"
"If it's too expensive, don't buy it."
"I want to buy it…"
"60,000 yuan!"
"…"
Gao Yang was about to cry.
A good song was like a top-tier beauty to a super lecherous person or a priceless antique to a seasoned collector for a band in desperate need of development.
He was in a dilemma, hesitating and hesitating. Seeing Ye Chui's impatience, he finally gritted his teeth and nodded, "Fine, 60,000 yuan. But I have one request… I want my name on this song!"
"Sure," Ye Chui agreed without a second thought. He had no interest in the naming rights for such a song. However, he also thought of a condition and said, "I have one request too. You must sing this song with the original lyrics without any modifications!"
The melody of the song was fine; it was quite pleasant to listen to. What made it unique were the strange lyrics. Without them, the song wouldn't have the same effect.
Gao Yang considered for a moment and agreed. After all, although the lyrics were strange, there was nothing particularly problematic about them. He agreed to Ye Chui's condition.
And so, the deal was made.
Gao Yang immediately brought up the electronic contract with Ye Ling on his device and destroyed it using a legal software program in front of Ye Chui. He then signed a new contract for the song with Ye Chui and transferred 30,000 yuan to him.
The song's copyright was now fully transferred to Gao Yang. As a condition, Gao Yang had to perform the song using Ye Chui's lyrics.
Gao Yang thought he had gotten a great deal. As he left, he couldn't help but hum, "Braces girl, irresistible charm, such powerful legs…"
After Gao Yang left, Fang Nan sat down beside Ye Chui, frowning. "Although you sold the song for 60,000 yuan, Chui Chui, the song is so good. Isn't it a shame to give it to him?"
"What's there to regret? It's just a fun song. I know many similar ones," Ye Chui said nonchalantly. He called a waiter over and ordered three cups of coffee. Ye Ling was softly humming the score of "Ningxia," so Ye Chui didn't want to disturb her. He continued talking to Fang Nan, "This song was meant for fun. Even if I didn't sell it to them, I would have had someone record it just for laughs."
"Just for laughs…" Fang Nan was convinced by this reasoning. She thought about it seriously and smiled. "The song is quite catchy, but the lyrics are indeed funny."
In this world, songs were meant to be listened to; there was no concept of parody songs. Ye Chui didn't know it, but the song he wrote just for fun would pioneer the genre of parody music. The Explosive Band would reach the same heights as HKT in another world.
"Right?" Ye Chui chuckled, then looked at the extra 30,000 yuan in his account and said, "Let's split the 30,000 yuan. We'll each get 10,000."
"Do you think this is loot?" Fang Nan rolled her eyes and waved her hand. "The song is yours. I can't take this money."
"If it weren't for you helping me record it, I couldn't have produced the score. Your contribution is the greatest," Ye Chui insisted.
He had a personality where he treated those who were good to him even better, and those who tried to take advantage of him, he would mercilessly exploit.
As Ye Chui and Fang Nan were still at an impasse, Ye Ling finally finished softly humming "Ningxia." The song was melodious and fresh, and Ye Ling was delighted. She said to Ye Chui, "Brother, this song is so beautiful. Did you really write it
?"
"Yes, I did. It's yours now," Ye Chui smiled at his sister.
"Wow, brother, you're the best!" Ye Ling exclaimed, hugging Ye Chui and giving him a light kiss on the cheek.
Ye Chui blushed. Alright, so what if I'm a sis-con?