After Chen Zi'ang finished singing a song, Shi Jia praised it with great slightest comment: "It sounds good, and it is no worse than the original sing."

Chen Zi'ang smiled and asked, "Mom, have you heard this song?"

Shi Jia nodded: "The school has been playing this song no matter noon or afternoon these two days, the students in the radio room will play this song as soon as they catch the opportunity. Well, there is another song that will play more than this one."

Chen Zi'ang laughed and played the guitar again.

“Walking through the stadium, let the rain get wet,

I'm shy of you,

When will you become lonely?

Hiding in the corner and crying secretly

…”

Shi Jia's eyes lit up. His son was learning songs very quickly.

I heard that these two songs were newly released not long ago, and the teachers all liked them very much.

The song is simple but beautiful, and the lyrics are very popular.

"Guji Guji..." After Chen Zi'ang finished singing, Shi Jia applauded.

She became more and more satisfied when she saw her son.

"Baby, these two songs have just come out, you learned so quickly." Shi Jia praised.

Chen Zi'ang smiled and said, "They have been out for more than a month, but they were only on the shelves a week ago."

Shi Jia asked in confusion: "What has been out for more than a month? Is it meant to start selling?"

Chen Zi'ang laughed and said, "They were recorded more than a month ago, but they were only released online and started selling them a week ago."

"How do you know so clearly?" Shi Jia was surprised.

Chen Zi'ang lowered his head, plucked the strings, then raised his head, looked at Shi Jia, and smiled and said, "Because I recorded these two songs and sang them."

"What?" Shi Jia was stunned.

Seeing Shi Jia's expression, Chen Zi'ang smiled even happier and said, "These two songs are mine, haven't you heard them?"

Shi Jia widened her eyes. Did these two songs singed by her son?

She didn't know when it happened.

"You...you sang?" Shi Jia still couldn't believe it.

Chen Zi'ang put the guitar on the bed, pulled his mother to the study, and turned on the computer.

Shi Jia was dizzy.

The computer is started, and Chen Zi'ang turned on the music player.

Immediately, the music of "High School Times" sounded.

Shi Jia listened with her ears.

After a while, before the music was finished, she hugged Chen Zi'ang.

"Baby, I'm sorry, mom can't hear it. It was the one who sang it." She felt very guilty.

Chen Zi'ang patted her shoulder lightly.

She finally heard it.

First of all, she was not proud or something, but was ashamed and sad, and she didn't know that it was her son singing it.

This is love.

Chen Zi'ang knew that Shi Jia loved him because she truly loved him. This kind of love made him happy, but he felt very distressed.

He felt that he would never repay it in his life, or that he would never repay it.

"It's good to hear it now. The sound in the recording studio and the sound in the audio are a bit different from the real human voice." Chen Zi'ang said.

Shi Jia held Chen Zi'ang's face and looked carefully: "You have grown up and have a promising future. You don't tell your mother anything."

She was half proud and excited for her son; half because her son started to hide things from her, and she was sad.

Chen Zi'ang looked at Shi Jia with his eyes firmly: "Mom, believe me, I will make you the happiest mother in the world. Every step I take now is a step. In the future, I will let the whole world see that our family is standing on the top of the world without realizing it. As long as you and my father listen to me, we can open the company to the whole world, and any giant is only ours. We can influence the economy of the whole world, and even politics... Our family is born to change the world."

Shi Jia's eyes shone brightly. She was shocked by Chen Zi'ang's grand blueprint and was also impressed by Chen Zi'ang's confidence.

She felt that she seemed to have given birth to a dragon, a real dragon.

Chen Zi'ang dared to say to Shi Jia, who loved him without reservation.

If he really says that to Guan Tongtong and Dai Shuai, people may think he is dreaming during the day or even think he is crazy.

So, he won't say it.

In the evening, Chen Feng came back from the company.

Shi Jia complained that her husband had opened a company by himself and worked so hard to work overtime.

Then, she happily told Chen Feng that her son had a song.

"What song?" Chen Feng was confused.

"Have you heard of "The Story of Time" and "The Middle School Times"?" Shi Jia asked.

Chen Feng couldn't figure it out: "I haven't heard of anything."

Shi Jia almost brought away the meal he called Chen Feng. I didn't even know the song of my son, and I had never heard of it.

After a long time, Chen Feng found out.

Chen Zi'ang made a song, but in the past, it was called an album.

That's something that singers can do.

Nowadays, civilians can do it, but they don’t have good songs and channels. They rarely do things that are lost, and they can also entertain themselves if they record them.

"Why are you singing again?" Chen Feng was amused and crying at Chen Zi'ang now.

According to Chen Zi'ang, the money for selling songs is also one minute a month, but some channels are one minute in March or half a year.

The money is easier to count.

Even so, Chen Zi'ang said that the money he received for the song next month would be tens of thousands, but he still had to share it with Dai Shuai. He agreed to attract him to invest.

"Writing novels is just the current development route. When they are finished, I will only write martial arts novels, and I will not update them frequently." Chen Zi'ang said: "In the future, I will concentrate on making music and going to college, and I will talk about anything else."

"Isn't writing novels quite profitable?" Chen Feng said in surprise.

Chen Zi'ang smiled and said, "Writing novels requires interest. I don't have that interest. Singing can make money more profitable. Dad, do you know that some good songs are priceless and can be exchanged for various resources. It is the least valuable to sell them clearly. But you can also think of this. For example, if I have these two songs now, I have a little fame and I will sell songs. If I price one of them 100,000, many singers and record companies will be scrambling to buy them."

Chen Feng was stunned. He didn't know this.

He is really unable to understand his son anymore.

Is it so easy to make money?

"I heard from your mother that your two songs are very good, but can you continue to write such good songs?" Chen Feng was suspicious.

Chen Zi'ang smiled and said, "For me now, there are some songs that can be passed down for a lifetime. I don't lack more classic songs."

"Just blow." Chen Feng smiled, but he thought his son was blowing, but it should be good.

Chen Zi'ang is actually very modest. He thinks he can't be modest to his parents, he must be able to tell the truth and even fool him.

Because many of his decisions in the future will be made by his parents.

When Shi Jia was young, she was a sensible figure in the school, capable and capable.

Chen Zi'ang had planned and after QQ embarked on the road to profitability, he asked his mother to resign.

My dad is a technical otaku and cannot manage the company.

When she saw that the company had prospects, Chen Zi'ang refused to ask Shi Jia to resign, but she refused.

The next day, Chen Zi'ang continued to go to school.
Chapter completed!