<h4>Chapter 351: Chapter 350: Regretting It?</h4>


    The backstage door was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man burst in, full of excitement.


    "Deputy director!" The producer immediately stood up, all respect. His achievements today were the result of the deputy director’s support; this was his benefactor.


    As soon as the deputy director entered the room, he asked directly, "Xiao Wang, was it your arrangement to let Ying’er perform on stage?"


    "Uh..." The producer was unsure of the deputy director’s intention and didn’t know how to respond.


    "You did great!" The deputy director pped him on the shoulder enthusiastically and said, "Ah, that song, it’s really so good to listen to. I was upstairs entertaining some leaders, and we were just chatting when suddenly we heard this song. Everyone went quiet and listened until the end."


    "Let me tell you, one of the leaders fell asleep listening to it. Do you know what that means? That leader has had insomnia for a long time!"


    "Xiao Wang, with this song, and such a performance. Tsk tsk, there’s no need to say, tomorrow’s ratings champion will definitely be ours. Moreover, I guarantee you, these ratings will skyrocket. It’s great, you did beautifully!"


    Hearing the deputy director’s praise, the producer almost felt like crying.


    "Right, the songs they perform on this station, we share the music rights, don’t we?" the deputy director said smiling, "That, we must y on our station in rotation. I will apply to the director, there will be no problem!"


    Seeing the deputy director about to leave in high spirits, the producer hastily said, "Deputy director, please wait a moment!".


    "What’s the matter?" the deputy director turned around and cheerfully asked.


    "This... this..." The producer hesitated for a long time, then said in a low voice, "Her song, and... and our television station don’t share music rights..."


    "What do you mean?" the deputy director’s eyes widened suddenly, "Isn’t it written in our contract? Anyone whoes here to participate in a singingpetition, we share the music rights with our television station, and we can use it as we please!"


    "She... She has already terminated her contract with us..." the producer said in a voice as quiet as a mosquito.


    "What!" The deputy director’s eyes nearly popped out, "Terminated? What happened? Wasn’t she under contract? When did she terminate? Howe I don’t know?"


    "This... This just happened..." the producer said softly, "You know, she had that giarism incident before, so... so I thought it would affect the program, and... and I terminated her contract..."


    "What... What have you done!" the deputy director said urgently, "How could you just terminate her contract? With such a good song, where are we going to find another one? If another television station gets the broadcasting rights, won’t all of our efforts be wasted?"


    The deputy directormented, "You... what were you thinking? You, you, you better figure out a way to sign that contract again, talk nicely to them. It’s okay to offer some concessions, I’ll make the decision!"


    The producer was sweating profusely and said in a low voice, "This... this probably won’t work..."


    "Why not?" the deputy director said angrily.


    "When terminating the contract, it was... it got a bit ugly..." the producer whispered, "She... she paid the penalty, seven hundred... seven hundred and thirty thousand..."


    When he mentioned thest number, the producer’s heart was pounding. He knew that once this number was said, the deputy director would definitely blow his top.


    As the producer had expected, the deputy director flew into a rage immediately, "How much? Seven hundred and thirty thousand? Why is the penalty so high? I remember the contract stated that the penalty wouldn’t exceed five million at most, and that’s for top-tier stars. They juste to sing a song; how can the penalty be so high? What have you done? Are you intentionally making things difficult for her?"


    The producer hung his head in silence while the deputy director shook with anger, pointing at the producer: "You... you... I... I really don’t know what to say to you. Forget it, you deal with it yourself; I’m done!"


    The deputy director stormed out, leaving the producer with a face full of despair. If he had known Ying’er could produce such a song, he would never have done this.


    Taking a deep breath, the producer gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, no matter how well she sings, it doesn’t change the fact that you giarized. Perhaps, this song is giarized too. Check it immediately for me, find out who the originalposer of this song is!"


    "Yes!" The person nearby immediately responded, but before he could leave the room, something suddenly happened on stage.


    ...


    At the same time, in a room behind the television station, several key figures of Zhaobang Entertainment were present, including father and son Zhao Jianbang and Zhao Wenfeng.


    After listening to Ying’er’s song, they too became captivated. However, once they snapped out of it, everyone fell into silence.


    Even for those outside the industry, the value of this song was clear. And for those in the industry, they knew all too well that such a revolutionary song could have on the music world globally.


    If Ying’er were still with theirpany, Zhaobang Entertainment would have risen another level to be one of the top entertainmentpanies in the country. Moreover, it was not impossible for them to go international because of it.


    The benefits that this song could bring would far exceed several amounts of 570 million, as this song would change the music industry worldwide.


    But now, Ying’er was no longer with theirpany. This opportunity was directly missed by them.


    After a long silence, Zhao Wenfeng nced at his father Zhao Jianbang and said in a low voice, "No matter how well she sings, she’s still someone who started off with giarism, what’s so great about that. You guys, go out and stir things up, bring up her giarism issue again. Let’s see how she gets off the stage!"


    Zhao Jianbang red at Zhao Wenfeng and shouted, "Quiet down, will you? If you hadn’t been so eager to make a fuss, how could this have happened? I’ve always told you, even if someone is suspected of giarism, there’s no need to escte the situation. Leave a margin in life, so we can meet again on good terms. What have you done now, lost several 570 millions?"


    Zhao Wenfeng had no temper left, and replied with his head down, "Dad, this... this isn’t all my fault. Those old guys were always eyeing Ying’er, this... this was an opportunity. I thought, if she could ept the hidden rules, maybeter we could control her better..."


    "Shut up!" Zhao Jianbang yelled, "Do you think I don’t know? What ’those old guys,’ you’re just lecherous! Let me tell you, you’re no longer involved in the management of thepany. Otherwise, you won’t get a penny of my fortune!"