Chapter 291: What is a Meaningful Thing

Mou Lili was greatly encouraged.

Making videos already paid money; the platform would pay based on the video's view count.

Now that someone wanted to buy the copyright, there was even more money to be made.

However, Mou Lili thought about it for a long time and felt it was better to keep the copyright in her own hands for now, see how the subsequent influence played out, and that it wouldn't be too late to sell once it became a big hit.

Of course, she couldn't sell the exclusive rights; she would only sell the performance and adaptation rights, while the main licensing rights had to remain in her own hands.

Mou Lili was encouraged and decided to create another song.

Of course, writing a song wasn't that easy; it had to be combined with her mood at the time and a flash of inspiration.

Because of work today, she was feeling a bit depressed, but she couldn't exactly write a song complaining about work, could she?

After thinking about it later, it wasn't impossible.

So, she sat in front of her desk and wrote down her feelings about work today using the witty and humorous tone of a talk show.

After writing it, she added a relaxed and happy, yet slightly self-deprecating melody to it, and even included a rap section.

"... The year-end bonus was long-awaited, but opening the red envelope, there was only one hundred yuan..."

After finishing, Mou Lili deliberated repeatedly for a long time and then began to record the song.

When she finished, she realized it was almost dawn.

Great, she wouldn't be in the mood for work today!

Mou Lili couldn't be bothered to suffer at the company anymore; she would go and resign to her boss as soon as she arrived at the company today.

The boss didn't even offer a token gesture of retention and approved it directly, saying she could leave today.

Mou Lili was a veteran employee of the company, and her salary had already risen enough; if she didn't create more performance for the boss, then they could only swap in the next batch of people. Anyway, they could be used after a period of training, which saved quite a bit of money.

Once the resignation form was approved, Wu Ailing came over to hand over the work with her, which took half an hour to finish.

Mou Lili walked out of the office building and looked back at the skyscraper where she had worked for many years, feeling not a shred of attachment.

So, this society is just that cruel; while it teaches you many things, it also ruthlessly whips you. With a mix of praise and blame, there was nothing to be attached to; the next place would be even better.

……

After resigning, Mou Lili first returned to her apartment.

She opened her phone and saw that last night's song also had a high click-through rate. Many people in the comments called her a "talented woman," hoped she wouldn't wear a mask, hoped she would continue to release songs, and said her voice was good and that she was born for this line of work.

Whether it was "One Day," where she expressed her feelings, or "Yannianjiang Zhiyou Yibai Kuai," where she complained about work, both showed that she had great creative talent.

Mou Lili felt very happy looking at these comments.

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind: why not make a living from now on by filming singing videos?

She had some savings on hand that could support her for over a year. If she couldn't make money after a year, then she would just find a factory to work in, or singing at a bar with lower requirements would also work.

Thinking of this, Mou Lili simply found a restaurant to have a good meal and bought a good piece of music equipment online.

She didn't know if it was because she wasn't working anymore, but she had shed a lot of burdens.

Once she sat at the desk, she felt her inspiration open up, and there were many, many things she wanted to write about, whether it was love or life.

After working for a month, she had actually recorded ten songs.

Professional music producers contacted her in the background every day, hoping to cooperate.

They hoped to release albums for her, record music videos, and so on.

There were also some who hoped she would participate in music-related variety shows, like "The Voice" or similar, and the appearance fees were quite high—going once was higher than her working for a year.

However, she refused them all one by one.

Now, she only wanted to let herself settle down and focus on writing songs.

Her video account followers kept rising; in just one month, she already had over four hundred thousand followers.

……

Not long after, Ling Feng gave Mou Lili a call.

"What are you busy with?" Ling Feng asked.

"Something up?" Mou Lili asked.

She only then remembered that she hadn't been in contact with Ling Feng for a month.

"I'm in front of your company's office building; let's have a meal together, my treat," Ling Feng said.

"I resigned."

"Resigned? When did that happen?" Ling Feng asked.

"A month ago."

"Then you're at home now? Forget it, I'll go to your place to pick you up."

"Can we not eat? I'm busy," Mou Lili said.

Ling Feng was greatly struck: "Can we eat first and then you can be busy? You can't just not eat, right?"

But Ling Feng suddenly thought of something and asked again: "You didn't start seeing a new boyfriend, did you? If it's inconvenient, then forget it."

"I don't have the heart for that. Fine, since you insist on treating me, I'll make a sacrifice and have a meal with you," Mou Lili said.

……

Half an hour later, they were sitting in a restaurant near the apartment.

Ling Feng looked Mou Lili over carefully and then said: "You seem to have lost weight. You haven't been eating well since you resigned, have you?"

"I'm very happy to hear you say that; I'm dying to be a little thinner."

Ling Feng said with dissatisfaction: "What's so good about being too thin? It's a distorted aesthetic; I like them a bit plumper."

"You like big breasts," Mou Lili exposed him.

"At the very least, you need to be 100 jin to have big breasts. If you're too thin, where would the breasts come from?"

Mou Lili chuckled.

Ling Feng asked again, "You don't go to bars anymore, you've quit your office job, and you don't have any savings; aren't you worried about starving to death?"

Mou Lili said, "I've worked hard for so many years, am I not allowed to rest quietly at home for a while?"

"Then why didn't you come find me to hang out after you quit? I've been bored to death."

"Young Master Ling!" Mou Lili asked seriously, "Don't you have anything you want to do yourself?"

"No," said Ling Feng.

From birth until now, he had done—no, played—many things. For example, skydiving, for example, surfing; now he felt that nothing was interesting to play with.

Mou Lili couldn't help but smile again.

Ling Feng saw a trace of pity in Mou Lili's smile, and he couldn't help but say, "You seem to be pitying me, Mou Lili. Why do you think I'm pitiful? Isn't it you who is more pitiful than me? Look at you, your house is rented, and you have no source of income."

"How do you know I have no source of income?" Mou Lili said, "I'm writing songs."

"Can you support yourself?"

"Why do you worry about that? I don't need you to support me," Mou Lili retorted, "Besides, whether a person is pitiful or not really isn't about how much money they have. Of course, I didn't understand that before; I only understood it after getting to know you."

Mou Lili continued, "I believe that while ensuring one's own survival, a person's inner world is also very important. Young Master Ling, your inner world is empty, or even non-existent. That is why you are so anxious and indecisive after a breakup. If you could do something meaningful, then you wouldn't be so bored."

"What is something meaningful?" Ling Feng asked.