Don't Slander Dogs

Huang Yuteng was fucking dumbfounded. He had thought Qin Ze would at most toss out some catchy throwaway song to deal with things, but after hearing this song, he realized it was anything but a throwaway.

There was no question it was a masterpiece—no, a masterpiece among masterpieces.

A song like this could become a hit the moment it was released and remain popular for years. Even after many years, people would still find it pleasant to listen to. Unlike those catchy throwaway songs, which got tiresome after being put on repeat for a few days.

Huang Yuteng noticed that Xu Jiao's eyes were frighteningly bright. She was softly humming the rhythm of Qin Ze's song.

It was not just her. Xu Lu at the same table, several singers nearby, and even people farther away all wore eager, excited expressions. They savored the lyrics and melody while staring intently at the stage.

Of course they wanted a song like this. No one wanted to give up.

The male host said, "Thank you to Qin CEO for bringing us this song. It's called 'Don't Talk,' right? Thank you!"

The artists below applauded in response.

"But there is something we need to clarify. Qin CEO, how do you plan to sell it?"

The host voiced the question everyone wanted answered.

"The starting price is 1.5 million. Each bid must increase by at least 100,000," Qin Ze said.

It was like a stone thrown into a thousand ripples. The crowd below stirred as people whispered among themselves.

This price was clearly far above what they had expected—far above it.

In today's Entertainment industry, there were not many Gold Medal Composers. The most famous ones were in Taiwan and Hong Kong, and had worked with Kings and Queens of Pop back in the nineties.