Bitter Entertainment Critic

　　 "I suggest that you throw the work directly into the comment area, let everyone go through it first, and then the one with the highest price won't need to go to the market for auction at all." Xue Yingzhuo laughed.

　　 Mo Zhuo Si Leng, looked at Xue Yingzhuo sideways.

　　 "Are you sure?"

　　 "Eh, Teacher Mo, you don't know anything about it. Now, what kind of song does the King of Heaven sing, what kind of song is fire, what kind of scene does the little fresh meat shoot, what kind of drama is fire, is this the truth." Xue Yingzhuo asked with a smile.

　　 Mo Zhuo hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "You mean, the fire is not the work itself?"

　　 Xue Yingzhuo nodded with admiration: "Yes, Mr. Mo is indeed a smart person. You can sell this work, and I tell you that it won't sell much."

　　 He paused and then said: "But... if you take it out first, after exposure, everyone feels good, and let everyone know your work, so that not only exposure, but also competition."

　　Although this is reasonable, Morrows retorted: "Why didn't I see other people write songs and release them directly?"

　　 Xue Yingzhuo pursed her lips and said, "Not the same! What can they do besides lyricism? But lyricism is a sideline!"

　　 "This side business must be based on the popularity of the main business, and also let your original fans know, wow, the original teacher Mo is so powerful, and he will write songs!"

　　Muo Zhuosi smiled and raised his head, this guy, the idea is quite reasonable.

　　 "Yes, according to your argument, I will try it." Mo Zhuosi said with great interest.

　　 Anyway, the novels still need some time to digest. He now has the honest points on hand because he has analyzed a popular and best-selling work.

　　 So now I don’t dare to comment on this side. I just put my focus on selling songs and make some money first.

　　Muo Zhuo Si did not consider the other too deeply, he still has two songs in his hand, namely "Little Lucky" and "Angel in the Devil".

　　 These two songs express different emotions. The former is more inclined to fall in love with adolescence, while the latter is more heavy, and it can be said that the love is deeper.

　　 Of course, he just heard the songs and didn't know if there were any stories he didn't know behind these songs.

　　 Even if there is, he has no way to understand.

　　Mo Zhuo Si hesitated for two seconds, then chose "Little Lucky", the reason is very simple, he thinks that "Xiao Lucky" has a larger audience.

　　Little Lucky he remembered a few words of the song, but he could hum.

　　 He whispered and wrote the lyrics silently.

　　 "I heard rain drops on the green grass"

　　 "I heard the bell ringing in the distance from school"

　　 "......"

　　 "Who is silently guarding the place in the wind and rain"

　　 "So you are the lucky one I want to keep most"

　　 "So we used to be so close to love"

　　 "The decision for me to fight the world"

　　 "......"

　　 "Doomed to meet you"

　　 "How lucky she will be"

　　 He hummed very slowly, so he hummed the whole song out, but had not yet sent it out, but found that Xue Yingzhuo looked at him with a look of coercion.

　　 Morzos turned his head in surprise, "What's wrong?"

　　 Xue Yingzhuo swallowed incredulously, and then asked, "Well, do you not only write lyrics but also compose music?"

　　 "Ah? That's not the case." Mo Zhuo smirked.

　　 "This song was made by someone else?" Xue Yingzhuo is very sensitive to music. Although he didn't carefully read how the words were written, this melody alone is very comfortable.

　　 Morrowth raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking about how to deal with this matter.

　　 "Actually, I am also an agent for this work, but it is a sole agent." Morrows explained.

　　 Xue Yingzhuo's brain hadn't turned around yet, and he really thought he was acting for a friend. He nodded slightly to express his understanding.

　　 But about ten seconds later.

　　 Xue Yingzhuo immediately turned around and said: "Ah? Not right! If you expose it in your column, I am talking about your work."

　　 Morrows rolled his eyes, "It's okay, I know what to do!"

　　 "Let's go!" Xue Yingzhuo showed an awkward look at the corner of his mouth.

　　 This song Morrows posted directly in the comment section of his novel comment column. After all, the novel has a wider audience than poetry, and he did so after careful consideration.

　　 "Right, or would you please help me publicize it?" Mo Zhuosi said to Xue Yingzhuo.

　　 "That, teacher Mo, you have to think clearly, this is not your work, this publicity may not be effective." Xue Yingzhuo is a little embarrassed, he does not want to help so much.

　　Mortz immediately raised his eyebrows and looked at this guy with his mouth closed. It had to be explained so clearly.

　　 "Anything, I tell you, this is the same as Gu Cheng's poems."

　　 Xue Yingzhuo froze for a moment, his mind was a little confused.

　　 Suddenly, he asked in surprise: "That day? You wear headphones, don't you?"

　　 Mo Zhuosi smiled and nodded, "You remember, yes, I listened to three songs at that time, this is one of them, and the other one I sent my sister to sing."

　　 Xue Yingzhuo took a sip of water in disbelief, staring at Morrowth with a stunned look.

　　 Mo Zhuo Si blinked humorously, "How about? Help me to publicize, your message area is like music, much better than my effect."

　　In the unit, Xue Yingzhuo was more familiar with Moroz. He hesitated and nodded: "OK, I will go directly to your message area to copy the post, and then add it to the top."

　　 "Okay!" Mo Zhuosi thanked and smiled: "If it is done, I will invite you to dinner alone."

　　 Xue Yingzhuo also grinned, "That's it.

　　 After the news was sent out, the message areas of the two comment columns bloomed at the same time. Because there are only lyrics, there is no way for everyone to judge whether they are good or not.

　　 Of course, the layman looks lively, the layman looks at the doorway.

　　 The two guys who had been staring at the song works of Mo Zhuosi immediately moved. Chang Wenbin walked anxiously from his office and took out his mobile phone in the corridor.

　　 And Lin Yanzu went to another department in person and talked about this matter with Manager Chen, who is responsible for auctioning song works.

　　Mo Zhuosi poured a glass of water and came back, and found that his mobile phone screen was lit up, and a number without a note came over.

　　 "Hello?" Morrows sat down and immediately connected the phone.

　　 "Hello? Excuse me, is this Mr. Mo?" Chang Wenbin was a polite, smiling face.

　　 "Yes, are you?" Mo Zhuosi blinked and asked ~www.readwn.com~ Chang Wenbin pursed his lips and said: "National Day should have told you, I am his friend."

　　 "Well, I said." Morrows took a sip of tea and answered humbly. Although he was thinking of selling a good price, he obviously had to hang him.

　　Chang Wenbin smiled cheeky: "Well, I just saw the message area of ​​your column, you wrote a "Little Lucky"."

　　 Modrows immediately raised his hand and said: "Tell you clearly, this song is really not written by me."

　　 "Ah?" Chang Wenbin suddenly felt dumbfounded.

He has already inquired about it. The song "You Don’t Think of Me" is currently a sign of great popularity. Taking advantage of the fact that there are not many people who can find Mo Zhuo Si, he wants to take the opportunity, and in the end Mo Zhuo Thinking a word to block him, he didn't know what to say at once.

　　Xue Yingzhuo sat next to him and shook his head with a wry smile. Although he had sorted out his thoughts, it was estimated that the man on the phone would be dizzy.

　　 Chang Wenbin's mouth twitched slightly, and now he was like catching Chen Guoqing for a bad curse, which was not written by Morrows for a long time.

　　 "It turns out that this way, can Teacher Mo help me to contact the creator of the work?" Chang Wenbin asked with some guilty conscience.

　　 "That, I'm sorry, I can't help you." Morzos didn't pause too much and said directly: "But I can act as the sole agent."

　　 "Alright, so let me go back and think about it." Chang Wenbin hung up the phone after speaking.

　　Mo Zhuosi took a mobile phone for a while, actually hung up my phone?

　　Xue Yingzhuo joked aside and said: "It's okay, if anyone misses this, I must regret it."

　　 "I think so!" Morrows shook his head and smiled. The next time this guy looked for himself, he was not so polite.