Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

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Having never seen 200,000 yuan in his entire life, Qiao Yu almost blurted out:

Brother, I have a few more gems here, do you want them?

The online copyright of a high-quality song sold for only 200,000 yuan.

For top-tier singers, it's a loss.

Perhaps with further consideration, the copyright for these songs will be more expensive.

But Qiao Yu didn't care.

He was short of money, extremely short of money.

The novel's royalties will take some time to arrive, and it's impossible to give him two or three hundred thousand yuan a month all at once.

The dream of "being able to replace him" could never be realized.

“No problem,” Qiao Yu decided.

This money might not mean much to Qiao Jingjing, but for Qiao Yu, the penniless wretch, it was his life savings for getting married.

"You can register an account on our official website. In the backend, there's an option called 'I want to sell songs.' Follow the steps outlined there..."

"Don't hang up the phone. Feel free to ask me anything you don't understand. Oh, I almost forgot, is it convenient for you to use a computer now?"

"convenient."

Qiao Yu exited the novel interface.

Switch to your browser.

Go to the official website of "Music Billboard", register an account, log in, and access the backend.

Click the "I want to sell songs" option.

He first uploaded a photo of his ID card, a selfie, and a photo of the electronic copyright certificate for his music copyright application.

Upload the copyright certificates for all three songs together.

Products produced by the system must be of high quality.

Qiao Yu had registered the copyright for every song he redeemed.

Defenses can not do without.

Copyright, like patents, is something you get the first thing you can have, and the last thing you can get is gone.

Don't end up doing all the work for someone else's benefit.

Lost the wife and broke down again.

"Okay, I've received it. I'll send a copy of the contract to your account later. You can sign it electronically. However, you'll need to send a copy of the copyright certificate. A photo is not enough."

"Send me the address."

"We will send it to your mobile phone via SMS later. We will make payment to you within three business days after we sign the contract and receive a copy of the copyright."

"no problem."

In the afternoon, Qiao Yu went out.

I found a print shop nearby and printed a copy of the copyright information.

Then the delivery guy arrived.

Mail out a copy of the copyright certificate.

He earned 600,000 yuan out of thin air from a song that cost 200,000 yuan.

Qiao Yu was overjoyed.

Suddenly, I felt light on my feet and wished I could fly.

"I stand at the forefront of the storm, holding tightly to the revolving sun and moon..."

He felt like a wave rider standing at the crest of the wave.

The sun and moon are in my grasp; I have money, power, and women.

The thought of the woman made him open the door across the hall.

Qiao Jingjing peeked out, pouted slightly, and said in a coquettish tone:

"I am hungry."

The familiar tone, the familiar expression.

This is Qiao Jingjing's tactic to seek reconciliation.

When Qiao Yu seeks reconciliation, he usually bows his head and admits his mistakes, then launches a sweet-talking offensive.

Then make your sister happy.

But Qiao Jingjing, as the older sister, had to save face.

Of course, we cannot bow our heads and admit our mistakes.

She usually uses a cute and charming approach to tell Qiao Yu: Let's make up.

If Qiao Yu speaks to her and responds to her request, it means that Qiao Yu agrees to make peace.

If Qiao Yu ignores you, it means he's rejecting you.

Qiao Yu didn't even look at her.

Qiao Jingjing secretly pursed her lips, bearing the humiliation with resentment:

"Your Majesty, I have offended you and deserve to die."

Qiao Yu then glanced at her and said, "Come over here and massage my shoulders."

"Oh."

Qiao Jingjing ran over, wearing pink sandals.

clap clap clap...

"Your Majesty, are you comfortable? I hope I served you well," Qiao Jingjing said sweetly.

Qiao Yu patted her hand.

"Not bad, that's fine."

Actually, the massage wasn't comfortable at all for her.

Nails that are too long, and too weak.

Qiao Yu was simply symbolically demonstrating his power to be in charge.

"Tsk tsk, my beloved concubine is so humble and subservient, is she begging for pleasure... ptooey, she's begging for songs, isn't she?"

Qiao Jingjing then made a cute, teary-eyed expression.

“Li Xueliang sings rock. Considering the difference in popularity between you, even if you perform exceptionally well, you may not be able to beat him.”

Qiao Jingjing nodded, "Yes, that's what I think too."

"The safest and most effective way is for you to sing rock music and defeat him in the area he knows best."

"what?"

Qiao Jingjing opened her mouth, "'Sure my ass, you're definitely going to be defeated, aren't you?'"

"That's because you don't know how powerful I am." Qiao Yu chuckled and gave his sister a gentle pat on the head. "Listen carefully."

"Uh-huh."

Qiao Jingjing tapped her head.

Place your hands flat on your knees, sitting obediently on a small stool.

Qiao Yu got up and left the sofa.

Standing in the living room, I cleared my throat.

She began singing with a very deep and soulful voice...

"..."

A few minutes later, Qiao Yu finished singing.

Slightly out of breath.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "How about it? Is this song okay?"

Qiao Jingjing stared wide-eyed and opened her mouth wide.

He had an expression that said, "My friends and I were all stunned."

"This...this, is this a love song or rock?"

"Love songs in rock and roll, rock and roll in love songs."

Qiao Jingjing blushed immediately: "But shouldn't love songs be sad, soothing, bright, and lighthearted?"

"What kind of love song is a rock and roll love song? It's all so loud and noisy, it's deafening."

"So what do you think of my rock love song?" Qiao Yu asked in return.

"That's...that's amazing..."

Qiao Jingjing's fair face flushed slightly, making her look alluring and charming.

She was very excited.

Qiao Yu thought to himself, "When I heard this in my past life, I was also incredibly shocked."

"Give me paper and pen, I'll write down the sheet music for you."

Qiao Jingjing was overjoyed.

She jumped into Qiao Yu's arms in a very unladylike manner.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed his face passionately.

"Ayu, what's wrong with your brain? Are you even still my brother?"

"Don't hide... let your sister kiss you as much as she wants, and maybe I can absorb some of your talent and even write songs myself."