Chapter 711: Please Give the Mandarin Music Industry a Little Hope

As everyone knows, in today's Mandarin record market, if one must pick the wealthiest and most influential record company in the industry, it is undoubtedly Warner.

Although separated from its former parent company, Time Warner, Warner Music's global channels have not declined too severely.

After all, with Little Edgar, the prodigal son who treats money as nothing, as the boss, and Zhou Yi, the stabilizing pillar, having transformed into a shareholder deeply bound to Warner.

The list of high-ranking members of the K2 organization in Southeast Asia is a crucial key to Lin Ling's upcoming actions.

"Alright!" Jiang Yuan nodded, saying that whether he talks to the Emperor first or to Murong Han first, it is the same; he will definitely seek both.

Could it be because I am older that I am unlikable, while someone like Lin Ling is just very popular?

"It's fine, I will learn to write lyrics and compose music myself," Xia Mo said with a smile, her attitude remaining very clear.

Facing Ding Sixiang, who was furious and felt he had suffered immense grievance, Bai Xiaojun spoke slowly.

She vented all her suffering onto food, yet she did not even expect Qin Ming to frown, because he had paid the five million-plus fee last night without blinking an eye.

Regarding e-sports skills, Qin Ming was not in a hurry; reaching Grandmaster for him now was not difficult, but once he reached Grandmaster, he could no longer queue with Qu Hanyue, so taking it slow did not matter.

Seeing that Jiang Yuan was unharmed, the General's brows furrowed deeply; to be honest, he had been retreating step by step just now on purpose, simply to gather this one counter-attack strike.

"Sigh, old Monk, you never expected it would be like this, did you? Everything you prepared was merely making a wedding gown for another," Chen Chen said helplessly, shaking his head while still being held up by the old Monk.

After twenty minutes of persistent coaxing, under the warm, pale yellow light, Qin Ming finally got his wish.

Chen Jing had transformed into a butterfly and flown away; this butterfly was the spirit within the sword, while the sword itself had become formless, not only invisible but also contracted within the butterfly, without shape or form. If a person with profound cultivation saw such a butterfly, they would see that every time the butterfly flapped its wings, it was like a sword breaking the air, fluttering away.

Thus, Chu Tianyu thought of the roof; many times, he stayed on the roof to watch the stars and think things over.

The zither music remained, accompanying the hustle and bustle of the city and the wind and rain in the sky; this zither music instead appeared even more ethereal.

Later, when they understood the other party's intention, the couple was actually not surprised, even feeling it was only natural.

If it were truly as the outside rumors claimed, that Chu Tianyu and Shui Yiyi had gotten together, she should not withdraw at all; instead, she should stay and fight him fiercely. Even if she could not defeat him, she should exhaust his internal energy, or even injure him, which would be very beneficial for Chu Tianyu.

The spiritual lights circling above the Lingxiao Hall also revealed themselves one by one, wary and alert toward each other, yet all closely watched the interior of the Lingxiao Hall. Only the ear-piercing sound of a sword being drawn came from within the Lingxiao Hall; sword light pierced out of the Lingxiao Hall, still dazzling and cold.

Having spoken, Sister Xiao Yan also bowed in this direction. Although the other party merely crossed her arms, Sister Xiao Yan did not care at all about this, because the war spear beside the former had already exposed her identity.

"Has Zheng'er returned?" Inside the room, warm and cozy, the old man at the window, half-asleep, looked at the silhouette at the door and said in a low voice as if sensing something in his heart; his voice was somewhat hoarse, showing he had caught a cold.

Along the way, Duan Qiu and others discovered at least three golden treasure chests; if they returned, they might open something good.

In the distance, the earth-shaking war drums had fallen silent, yet the atmosphere between heaven and earth was still filled with the feeling of a storm brewing before the wind fills the building, extremely oppressive.

At the same time, Su Yi felt a faint, almost imperceptible connection had appeared between himself and Princess Tianmeng, as if it were truly a kind of contract relationship, though he was not clear on exactly what kind of contract relationship it was.