```
Zhang Ning said today it was Chen Cang who called him over.
He mentioned finding a few pieces of music for Fang Huai's reference.
Unexpectedly, while Zhang Ning and the others were resting, Chen Cang brought up wanting to buy songs.
The offer far exceeded Fang Huai's expectations.
"Desert River Dance Hall," eight thousand.
Renminbi.
A song that in a previous life exploded with more than 2 billion clicks on Douyin, to think it would be traded for two 2007 iPhones, and still require an additional six hundred yuan.
"Too low," Fang Huai said, frowning as he stood up.
After thinking for half a day, he named his price at last, "One hundred thousand."
Originally, he had intended to sell a few songs, make a few million, and then let his old man start a business as he wished.
After all, making money from investments was his forte; he knew which companies would soar, when they would, and how they would—all too clearly.
With an entry ticket, making money wasn't hard.