Yan Xiao thanked Lin Feng. Once Lin Feng had finished explaining everything, he asked:
"I have a bit of a favor to ask. I'm not sure whether I should bring it up."
Then don't ask.
Yan Xiao grumbled inwardly, but said, "Go ahead."
"If you write anything new in the future, could you consider our publishing house first?"
"No problem."
The two chatted a little longer,
then Lin Feng hung up.
He got back to work.
Honestly, with the book due to hit the shelves next month, the schedule was incredibly tight.
Fortunately, a major publishing house like theirs had its own printing plant, so putting in some overtime wasn't much of a problem.
After hanging up, Yan Xiao headed to Zhang Meimei's instrument shop as usual.
The moment he stepped inside,
he saw a whole crowd playing instruments and singing together.
When Zhang Meimei spotted Yan Xiao, she pulled him over to join them.
Yan Xiao didn't make a fuss, though he wasn't foolish enough to take center stage either. He simply stood off to the side and watched them.
Honestly,
the music in this world was pretty good.
At least, the music the people in this room were playing was excellent.
Of course,
Yan Xiao had underestimated this world's musicians before.
That was because,
just like in his previous life,
all the major music platforms had long since been taken over by songs from singers whose popularity rested on their fan bases.
Even when a good song or two came along, they were almost always releases from veteran musicians.
Honestly,
whether in his previous life or this one,
with music growing less and less creative and more and more people getting into it, songs that won both critical acclaim and commercial success were becoming hard to find.
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