Lin Chudong said, "All right, thank you, Director Sun. I'll remember this favor. If you ever need anything from me, Da Fei, just say the word."
"Haha, sure thing. I admire your talent, after all. All right, check your account."
As soon as the call ended, Liang Yin hurried over, looking excited.
"Da Fei, two payments just showed up in our account. One for 120,000, and one for 500,000."
Lin Chudong raised an eyebrow. Five hundred thousand?
General Manager Wu sure was generous!
"Mm."
Lin Chudong explained where the money had come from.
"Da Fei, I'll transfer the 500,000 to your card."
The performance fee belonged to the company.
But the 500,000 Da Fei had received was a gift from General Manager Wu Siping, and had nothing to do with the company. Business was business, and personal was personal.
"No need. Just count it as me paying you back."
"There's a program coming up in a few days. Director Sun gave me a heads-up, so make sure you're ready."
Liang Yin nodded. "I'll hire an accountant. I can't keep track of everything, and sometimes I can't even get the sums right."
"Sure. Don't skimp on that. I'm still short a rhythm guitarist, so let's put out a public call for one, too."
Back when Liang Yin Band wasn't known, finding people to hire had been difficult. But now, thanks to Lin Chudong's efforts, the band's Weibo following had passed a million. They were no longer obscure.
Putting out a public call for applicants was a perfectly viable option. They might even find someone talented.
That evening, Lin Chudong sat in his room, watching the new TV the landlady had installed. A grape-flavored lollipop dangled from his mouth as he waited for Sword Heroes' Love to air.
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