Chapter Twelve: Persistence and Refusal

  There is still one more watch at night.

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  For an experienced person, Lolita can be small, but she can see the style of growing up in it. For a good musician, whether a song is good or bad, as long as you listen to it once, you can come to a conclusion.

  Some things, even if they are ruined by a tone-deaf man across time and space, are still classics among classics.

  "This song is called Yesterday Once More, I think two girls can find value in it."

  "Can you confirm this is your original work and not someone else's?"

  Xue Wei'er's eyes lit up, she felt an opportunity.

  "Of course, when signing the contract, I will indicate it on it. And, don't you think that if this song really exists, wouldn't you know about it?"

  Xue Wei'er was silent for a moment, this person is right, such a classic song should not be plagiarized.

  "How much money does it take to buy this song?"

  Xue Wei'er gazed at the man in front of her and asked.

  "How much do you think this song is worth?"

  Wu Yuan asked back.

  "Nowadays, the highest price for a song from Imperial Music is only around 400,000 yuan per song. And you are not famous at all, if you want to sell this song, you can get at most around 30,000 yuan, and there is also a great risk of being plagiarized or stolen."

  "If I want to buy this song from you for 40,000 yuan, and you think it's suitable, then we can reach a buyout agreement."

  "40,000 yuan?"

  Wu Yuanchen hesitated for a moment at this price, but it was actually quite reasonable. When he came to this world, he had thought about how he should make money.

  Although he remembered Tang poetry and Song lyrics, it wasn't easy to exchange them for money. Moreover, he had a huge question, which was his own identity.

  He came to this world, but lost his memory of who he was. Although it didn't seem like a big deal, Wu Yuan felt that there was something fishy about it. A voice in his heart kept telling him that this identity was fake. He should have had another identity, and Wu Yuan was just one of them.

  "If I say so, I can still come up with a dozen or so songs like this?"

  Wu Yuan asked in a low voice, his eyes filled with determination. Although plagiarism is not good, it's much better than the last resort he had prepared to turn the tables, and more dignified.

  "A dozen or so?"

  Xue Wei'er's body shook, yesterday's events replayed before her eyes, leaving her greatly shocked. The man in front of her actually said he could still come up with over ten more?

  "Yes, we can sign the agreement. As long as Miss Xue can help me win this lawsuit and free me from prison suffering, I can provide part of it first."

  For example, I can operate like this. I write down the names of these ten songs and their first lyrics. You choose one from them, I sing it out, and let you verify the goods.

  I'm not shooting randomly, these ten songs are enough to make a third-rate singer become an emperor superstar, the benefits in this are extremely great.

  Miss Yu is now a big star, but still a little short of being a superstar. Many people mock Miss Yu for relying only on her looks and cuteness to gain fame, I think she must be very angry about this.

  I'll provide the ladder to heaven, let Miss Yu take this most important step, as a reward, just save me from this miserable life, don't let me perish in prison."

  Wu Yuan said in a low voice, he thought Yu Xianrong would not refuse such conditions.

  Every era has some classics passed down. For a singer, her foundation lies in how many classic songs she can leave behind.

  "This..."

  Xue Wei'er suddenly fell into deep thought.

  Not bad, the man in front of her was quite despicable. If it were up to personal feelings, she would have liked to see him locked up and made a laughing stock every day. However, as Yu Xianrong's private assistant, she had to admit that Wu Yuan's proposal was actually not bad at all.

  Red makeup for the beauty, precious sword for the hero. For Yu Xian Rong, neither treasure nor wealth, nor power or fame means anything. She can obtain them through her own efforts, but some good songs that can become classics and be sung forever are like opportunities that cannot be sought after, requiring effort to grasp.

  Cháng Cháng took a deep breath and began to think rationally about how to deal with the current situation.

  "Miss Yu, I've been saying that I didn't intentionally hurt you. I just had a few too many drinks, which led to the current situation. If in the process, I ended up hurting some people, then after I leave, I will make an effort to compensate them. Please believe my sincerity. Moreover, from an operational standpoint, a generous and forgiving Yu Xianrong is much better than someone who nitpicks."

  "In that case, it can be passed down as a wonderful story. I can even give up the rights to these songs and send all the honor of creating them to Miss Yu's hands, can't I?"

  Wu Yuan's words were filled with sincerity, and even the middle-aged lawyer beside him couldn't help but nod in agreement.

  Yeah, although it's said that the guy in front of him was initially skeptical, but now it seems like this person is a talent. As mentioned earlier, to win the lawsuit, a large amount of money is needed for compensation, but if Yu Xianrong this scapegoat shows up, it can actually make Wu Yuan be sentenced to community service or spend his prison time in a detention center.

  His gaze fell on Yu Xianrong's body, but he saw a cold smile at the corner of the girl's mouth.

  It's all over!

  Young lawyer, at this moment, suddenly remembered Yu Xianrong's character. This girl is like crystal, transparent and pure, Wu Yuan's words can convince others, but when applied to Yu Xianrong, they have the opposite effect.

  Yu Xianrong is a good girl, but that doesn't mean she's not aware of things. The other day, when everyone asked her what kind of cultural atmosphere she disliked, she said she really dislikes the drinking culture.

  The situation where one exhausts himself by drinking excessively at social gatherings and indulging in alcohol every day, leading to physical collapse. Additionally, she specifically mentioned the tragic consequences of drunk driving.

  "Wu Yuan!"

  Yu Xianrong seemed to have agreed to Wu Yuan's terms, and his tone of voice became very gentle.

  "Not long ago, I encountered a fan's plea. He was 36 years old, successful in his career, with a beautiful family and generally a good person, but because he got drunk and sped, it resulted in a tragic accident that killed six people and injured thirteen."

  When facing the camera, he cried like a tearful person. He told you almost the same words, only that he didn't have your talent. He was willing to spend all his family's wealth to compensate for the losses of the victims, and also said that if he went to jail, this life would be ruined.

  After the interview, his wife, also a fan of mine, asked me to sign on the petition, but I refused.

  I told his wife that I sympathized with her husband's plight, but also with those who had died as a result of drunk driving. I couldn't sign because the dead were even more innocent. Only by severely punishing drunk drivers can we avoid more tragedies from happening.

  That's my point of view, and the final verdict was that he was sentenced to endangering public safety, life imprisonment. On the fourth day after entering the prison, he hanged himself in his cell."

  Yu Xian Rong's words made Wu Yuan shiver. He involuntarily lifted his head and looked at the girl in front of him.

  "So you've come over to see me? Is it to mock me?"

  "No, I heard Sister Xue mention your situation before. It's said that you're going to be sentenced to around twenty years, which goes against the fairness of the law. According to normal legal provisions, you should be sentenced to five years' imprisonment, not twenty years."

  "I came here for the purpose of seeing what kind of person you are, whether or not you're worth saving, rather than letting you off the hook and escape without going to jail."

  "So you still feel a little guilty about that person who hanged himself, don't you?"

  Wu Yuan straightened his body and asked back.

  "After being with someone for a long time, or understanding his situation, you will naturally know where he is pitiful. You uphold your own justice, but find that sometimes justice does not necessarily bring good results."

  "So, you're also feeling a bit lost, and my appearance today is just in time to give you an opportunity to figure out your own path, isn't it?"

  Wu Yuan also understood where his mistake lay. He shouldn't have dealt with Yu Xianrong directly, but should have dealt with Xue Ruoer instead.

  He made a big mistake, a huge mistake.

  "Yes, I demand that you be sentenced to at least five years in prison as punishment! Especially since you have such talent, you should be able to distinguish right from wrong and not just think it's a temporary misfortune, without realizing the harm of drunk driving."

  "Miss Yu, five years in prison will ruin me for this lifetime."

  Wu Yuan said in a soft voice, his tone also filled with determination.

  Not bad, Yu Xianrong said nothing wrong, drunk driving is a very bad behavior, he also supports severe punishment, but when it comes to his own case, especially when he is the offender, he will choose another result.

  "Miss Yu, I once again offer you my sincerest apologies, and at the same time hope that you will agree to this deal."

  Wu Yuan bowed again to Yu Xianrong, but everyone present understood that the cards had been laid out between them.

  It's not like there's only one singer in this world, Yu Xian Rong, and it's not like Wu Yuan can't escape without her help.

  "No."