This is all Ding Sanshi’s fault.

　"Okay, Miss Deng, let's talk some other time. Remember to leave me some tickets for the next concert. A friend of mine and I are your loyal fans."

　　"She's my girlfriend, right?" Deng Lanqi smiled at Zhang Menglong, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I will definitely keep all the tickets in the front row of my concert for you!"

　　"Hong Yi, help me see Miss Deng off, and directly arrange for my private plane to take Miss Deng back to Baodao Province." Zhang Mengyu ordered.

　　"Okay sir," Hong Yiyi said with a meticulous work attitude, "Miss Deng, please give me my invitation."

　　"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, then I'm welcome." Deng Lanqi said without shirk. Anyway, this has become a routine.

　　Baodao Province is a place where singers come out in large numbers, and a large number of singers are also active in the music scene. During the recent period, Zhang Menglong did not know how many people he had made appointments to discuss copyright matters, and most of them were picked up by private planes.

　　This matter has already spread in the music scene of Baodao Province, and now there is a new standard for evaluating the quality of a singer, that is, those who have flown on Zhang Menglong's private plane and those who have not flown on Zhang Menglong's private plane.

　　It is a great honor to even have the opportunity to sign a copyright agreement with Zhang Mengyu.

　　"Gan! It's so inhumane!" Wang Ling had nothing to do today, so he went directly to deal with the copyright matter with Zhang Menglong. After all, Zhang Menglong's plane flew dozens more flights today.

　　When every singer left, Zhang Mengyu would have people send him off directly by plane.

　　The most important thing is that he didn't send them back in batches at all, but sent them one by one after signing. He really wanted to curse when he saw this scene. Waiting half an hour longer can save money on a flight, but But he chose a flight to send one person away.

　　The most important thing is that there is no need to queue for his private jet. According to this number, he has at least twenty or thirty private jets at the airport in this magical city.

　　Thinking of this horrific fact, Wang Ling had the urge to kidnap Zhang Mengyu. If Zhang Mengyu could be kidnapped for ransom, he should be able to become the Earth's leader, right?

　　"When can I also fly on your private jet?" Wang Ling said with some envy. His father also had a private jet, but he was so precious that even his biological son had only flown it once or twice. .

　　"If you want to, you can do it now," Zhang Menglong said, "I have an African singer's copyright to negotiate with. It just so happens that the singer is busy recently. How about you fly to Africa for me?"

　　"I'll fly you as a geoduck!" Wang Ling said bluntly, "Are you trying to sell me to Africa to mine coal? Don't think I don't know about your operation. I heard from Hong Yi that you acquired Weibo This is how you deal with a Weibo equity owner when you are blogging."

　　"Damn, she told you all this!" Zhang Mengyu muttered, "Deduct 90% of Hong Yi's salary next month, and only give her 100 million a month, let's see how she survives!"

　　"I bought a watch last year!" Wang Ling didn't know if this salary was true, but he knew that as long as Zhang Menglong wanted to, he could afford this salary.

　　"That's sloppy, let's do it next time!" Zhang Mengyu said casually

　　"Next time, your sister!" Wang Ling thought, but could only smile on his face, "By the way, where is that guy Ding Yuxi? Are you still resisting?"

　　"I don't know. I think if he had any brains, he would know that Wangyi Music is about to be unable to continue its business!"

　　"Here! Look, Cao Cao is about to arrive," Zhang Mengyu's cell phone suddenly rang.

　　"Hello, I'm Zhang Menglong."

　　"I'm Ma Hua."

　　"What the hell, is that you?" Zhang Mengyu thought the call was either from Ding Yuxi or Ding Sanshi, but he didn't expect that the call was actually from Ma Hua.

　　"Mr. Ma is so busy that he still has time to call me. Is there something wrong?" Zhang Mengyu asked.

　　"Are you okay?" Ma Hua's face turned green during that part of the phone call. You bought countless copyrights and are about to revolutionize the Chinese music market. You actually asked me if I'm okay?

　　But Ma Hua still suppressed his anger. After the last experience, he no longer dared to treat this young man as his junior.

　　"Mr. Zhang, has Tengxun offended you in any way recently?" Ma Hua asked.

　　"Offended me? No?" Zhang Mengyu was a little confused. "Last time, I was very satisfied with the speed and efficiency of Tengxun's processing of information. I give you 33 likes! I don't care about the money that Tengxun Games cheated me of before. Calculate."

　　"Why did Mr. Zhang buy out all the copyrights? Are you trying to unify China's music application market?"

　　"Oh, you're talking about this!"

　　"Nonsense, what else could it be?" Ma Hua was going crazy. Is this a small thing? Why did Zhang Mengyu not seem to care at all.

　　"Mr. Zhang, you are embarrassing us by doing this. Those songs can no longer be distributed and downloaded on our platform in the future. Isn't this pushing us to a dead end?" Ma Hua couldn't tell the pain.

　　He called and asked several singers he had collaborated with before, and some of the singers he had a good relationship with even revealed the price Zhang Mengyu offered them. Ma Hua admitted that even he could not refuse this price, but he would never be able to pay it.

　　After the review, they came to the conclusion that Zhang Mengyu spent so much money to buy the copyright. Even if the copyright expires, he will never be able to earn back the investment in copyright just by relying on traffic and advertising. Even if he is a national recharge member, the profit will probably be slim.

　　"And doing this will do you no good at all. Can you make money?"

　　"Who said I'm going to make money?" Zhang Menglong said with integrity, "I'm not interested in money at all!"

　　"Of course you are not interested in money, money is just a number to you!" Ma Hua was about to collapse.

　　"Actually, you can't blame me for this! You have to blame yourself for this!" Zhang Mengyu said.

　　"I blame myself?" Ma Hua suddenly fell into doubt. What does this have to do with himself? Apart from games, they don't seem to have done anything deceptive, right?

　　"Could it be that Zhang Menglong is playing our Tencent games and his face is too dark?" Ma Hua secretly sent Zhang Menglong's mobile phone number to the technical director, asking him to quickly check how many games the mobile phone number is bound to, and then let the technology send him The explosion rate is changed to 100%. It starts with a dog and all its equipment depends on cutting.

　　"If you don't work in this industry, wouldn't it affect you?" Zhang Mengyu directly gave an inexplicable answer.

　　"I accept this logic!" Wang Ling, who was standing next to Zhang Mengyu, knelt down directly.

　　"It's not you that I want to deal with. It's just because you happen to be in this industry. If you want to blame, blame Ding Sanshi and his son! Ding Sanshi's pot, referred to as the stone pot!"

　　"How do you say this?" Ma Hua asked.

　　"They bullied my brother's girlfriend. Do you think this is serious?" Zhang Mengyu said in a solemn tone, "Originally, it was a matter that could be solved with a little mental damage fee, but they insisted on bargaining with me and paying for the mental damage." The fee has been reduced to less than 1/500 of the original price. Do you think this is too much?"

　　"This... this is quite excessive," Ma Hua said instinctively, "Wait a minute, how much mental damages did you ask them for?"

　　"Not much, 50 billion!"