ROSGT Chapter 84: Is It Meaningful to Consider This Problem?
Volume 1
Chapter 84: Is It Meaningful to Consider This Problem?
“Ningjing de xiatian, tiankong zhong fanxing dian dian, xin limian youxie sinian, sinian zhe ni de lian…” (“The peaceful summer, the sky is dotted with stars, and I miss your face a bit…”)
Inside the Wolverine Game Studio, high-power speakers were endlessly looping the song "Ningxia."
The sound system, which Ye Chui had bought for 5,000 yuan, was top-notch and specifically used to play the song "Ningxia," freshly recorded by Ye Ling yesterday.
Ye Chui was thoroughly enjoying himself, holding the freshly printed comic book—the first issue of "King of Comics," which had just been delivered to him.
Listening to the song and reading the comic felt perfect, almost as if he had returned to his other world.
However, the immediate priority was to get his legs healed!
It had been three days since Street Fighter was released, and unsurprisingly, the sales had exceeded one million copies.
Reaching over a million sales in this world where software was highly commercialized was a platinum achievement.
Some professional software sales reviewers predicted that Street Fighter’s sales might eventually reach three million. Some even believed that, given its current positive reception, five million copies weren’t out of the question.
This world had some authoritative software review institutions that rated significant software releases. These ratings were fair and just, serving as a standard for many online users when purchasing software.
Street Fighter had received a score of over seven from these institutions.
This score was considered good—worth noting that SB’s Kung Fu Kid only scored a pathetic two.
Meanwhile, according to Ye Chui’s agreement with Fang Xi and Fang Nan, and after deducting taxes, Ye Chui had already earned over six million yuan from Street Fighter in these three days. If this trend continued, Street Fighter might ultimately bring him more than twenty million yuan.
Fang Nan, Fang Xi, and Bai Miyun each would get a few million as well.
Even Robert, who was on a fixed salary, wasn’t left out. Ye Chui gave him a 500,000 yuan bonus, which almost brought Robert to tears—small-town folks just didn’t have the same tolerance for such amounts.
Now, Ye Chui could start the treatment for his legs.
Recently, Ye Chui had been researching institutions that specialized in treating paralysis.
Muscle vitality potions for treating leg paralysis could be prepared by some large laboratories, but their success rates varied. Ye Chui naturally wanted to find the most successful one and had been searching for information in this regard.
He wanted to ensure nothing went wrong with the treatment.
“Brother Cha, how do you like the character design I made for Bruce Lee?” Fang Xi, the chubby guy, asked, bringing over two character design drawings.
The Wolverine Game Studio was now fully focused on developing Double Dragon. Although they had been delayed for two days, with the arcade engine as a foundation, three to four days were enough to complete this relatively simple side-scrolling beat ‘em up game.
Ye Chui looked at Fang Xi’s design. In this world, there was no Bruce Lee, so Ye Chui had to describe Bruce Lee’s appearance as best as he could for Fang Xi to draw. Luckily, Fang Xi was highly skilled, and his design captured Bruce Lee’s essence.
“Good, this will do. Make the other character, Jimmy Lee, similar to this one,” Ye Chui instructed.
“Got it, Brother Cha,” Fang Xi nodded. Then, he curiously asked, “By the way, Brother Cha, you mentioned yesterday that you were going to meet Chu Qingci to discuss the songs. When are you planning to meet her? Hehe, don’t forget to bring me along.”
“There’s no rush,” Ye Chui laughed. Big stars had their pride, and he intentionally didn’t contact Chu Qingci to show that he didn’t take her too seriously.
Fang Xi, however, seemed impatient. “Brother Cha, what should I wear when I meet Qingci?”
“…” Ye Chui rolled his eyes. Is it meaningful to consider such a problem?
…
In a certain community in Yanjing City.
“Fang Lao, you surely know why I’m here this time. I really like that song. Can’t you let me have it?” said a handsome young man in a suit, exuding the aura of a successful person. His words carried an undeniable authority, a habit formed over time.
Sitting opposite him was an elderly man in his fifties. Hearing the young man’s words, the old man frowned slightly, showing a hint of displeasure but didn’t express it—this old man was Fang Lao.
As the music maestro, Fang Lao was highly respected in the entertainment industry, but he didn’t want to offend the man in front of him.
“Mr. Cao, it’s not that I don’t want to give it to you. I’ve said many times that I didn’t write this song, and I don’t hold its copyright,” Fang Lao said as sincerely as he could. “I really can’t help you with this request.”
“A-Kang, that song is really beautiful. If I debut as a singer, I must sing this song,” a soft, gentle female voice pleaded. It was the girl sitting beside the handsome man.
This girl was pretty, with a lovely figure, and her coquettish tone could melt the hardest hearts.
If Ye Chui were here, he would immediately recognize this woman as his ex-girlfriend and green tea bitch, Lin Xin!
And the handsome man was the wealthy scion who had hit him with a car, causing his paralysis—Cao Kang.
“Don’t worry, Lin Xin. I will definitely get you that song, ‘Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Roses,’” Cao Kang said tenderly, looking at Fang Lao. “Fang Lao, you’re the music maestro. Who in the singer’s circle wouldn’t give you face? Who holds the copyright to that song? No matter the cost, I’ll buy it!”
His words carried a somewhat forceful tone.
Fang Lao’s eyes flashed with displeasure, but he knew that Cao Kang was the eldest son of the Cao family, a highly prestigious family. As someone in the entertainment industry, he couldn’t afford to offend such a person.
Fang Lao sighed inwardly.
He had heard “Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Roses” a month ago and couldn’t forget its melody, so he had written down the sheet music and played it whenever he had free time.
His fame spread, and as he played the song, it naturally gained popularity.
Recently, many people had been asking him for the song, putting him in a difficult position.
Even Cao Kang had come for it.
After a brief pause, Fang Lao finally said, “I didn’t know who the song’s author was initially, but recently I’ve found some clues and might meet him soon. When I do, I’ll let you know, and you can negotiate with him directly.”
“That’s perfect!” Cao Kang said immediately. “I must have this song, no matter the cost.”
“A-Kang, you’re so good to me,” Lin Xin said softly.
Cao Kang laughed proudly and asked Fang Lao, “Fang Lao, the person who wrote this song must be quite talented, right? When Lin Xin debuts, we might need more songs from him.”
“You can discuss that with him yourself,” Fang Lao replied. “The author is a disabled person in a wheelchair, but I believe he has great talent. Qingci’s new album’s lead single was written by him, and I’ve heard it. The song’s artistic quality is quite high and will surely become a classic sung everywhere.”
“Wheelchair, disabled?” Hearing this, Lin Xin felt a jolt and instinctively thought of Ye Chui, but then she shook her head. “There’s no way this songwriter could be Ye Chui. He doesn’t have that kind of talent.”
Cao Kang, hearing that Ye Chui wrote Chu Qingci’s lead single and received such high praise from Fang Lao, was even more excited. “Is he that good? I’m planning to start an entertainment company and might consider signing him to it.”
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