Chapter 47: Chapter 46: A Messy House_l
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Now it was Harrison Clark’s turn to be wary of her, feeling that this woman might be trying to seduce him and take advantage of him to get ahead.
But this was not his intention; he did not want to become the very person he used to despise.
“Do you know any Jenny Hart songs?”
“Yes.”
“Sing one to try.”
In the campus, beneath the shade of the trees, a distinct female voice could be heard singing.
This was a rare mezzo-soprano, very charming, pitch-perfect, and emotionally rich.
To be honest, Harrison was shocked.
He had already written off this seemingly glamorous but internally schizophrenic girl in his mind, not expecting that such a casual encounter would lead him to find a treasure.
With such exquisite singing skills and a distinctive mezzo-soprano, singing one appropriate song should at least bring some achievements, if not making them famous all over the world.
“Harrison, how did I sing?”
“Not…not bad.”
Actually, Harrison wanted to ask her: why haven’t you become famous yet, and why don’t you become famous in the future?
Why, after thousands of years, have I never seen your name when I heard so many songs?
What happened in the latter half of your life?
“So am I qualified to bear your child, oh no, I mean, to sing demos for you?”
Harrison shook his head, “Not for bearing children, but for singing demos.” “Yay! Thank you! I love you so much!”
Completely disregarding the fact that she was in a public place on campus, Lucy Haywood grabbed Harrison’s hand and shook it vigorously.
Harrison strained to free himself, “Can you act normal?!”
“I am very normal!”
“You’re acting ridiculous! You’re a woman! Where is your dignity?!”
“Harrison, you don’t understand the misery of those of us without creative talent. I can’t control my admiration for you. Think about it, my singing skills, combined with your creative talents, imagine how powerful the children we produce together would be!”
Harrison was driven crazy by her.
He roughly understood why Lucy Haywood had not achieved much in her life.
Too naive, too stupid.
She had never thought that if their names just happened to be the same or that if the ID was fake, she would be completely deceived.
“Do you behave this way with every creator?”
“Of course not! I’m usually quite aloof.”
Harrison was speechless, “Alright, let’s get serious and record the song. Hands off! Otherwise, you take me to your counselor, and I’ll find someone else.”
“Please don’t be like this, big brother, I really don’t act this way with everyone. Trust me…”
“Shut up! Let go!”
“Aren’t you afraid I’m just bullshitting you? That I’m only fooling you?”
“From the moment you broke free from my hand, I knew you were reliable.”
Harrison:
He really shouldn’t have been kind-hearted; he should have taken advantage of her heavily, perhaps then she would have sobered up.
Eventually, Harrison signed a confidentiality agreement with Lucy Haywood, had her sing, and paid her 5,000 yuan as a service fee.
Lucy Haywood didn’t want the money at first.
This is how she refused, “Harrison, you don’t have to pay me, it’s my honor to have the opportunity to sing for you. If you really can’t stand it, just have a child with me.”
“Get out!”
Although dealing with Lucy Haywood was quite tiring and exhausting, the demo they produced together was surprisingly good.
Harrison even thought that if it weren’t for Lucy being not rich enough to buy his song, and if it weren’t for already promising Jenny Hart, he would have given “Deep in the Night” to her to sing, and she might have become famous too.
It only took half an hour for Harrison to send the demo, and Jenny Hart personally called to decide to buy the copyright of the song, raising the price from 500,000 pre-tax to 800,000 after-tax.
Taking into account the difference between pre-tax and after-tax, this was almost equivalent to an increase of nearly 400,000 on the basis of 500,000.
With an after-tax price of 800,000 for a song, it was already infinitely close to the price of a top-level producer in the industry.Finding the right person to sing the demo without revealing too much of the song’s content and showcasing its full potential would achieve a 1 + 1 greater than 2 effect, meeting Harrison Clark’s expectations.
He was very satisfied with the price and agreed on the spot.
That night, Adam Martin bought a plane ticket to fly back to Oxfordshire, signed the contract, and transferred the money. Harrison handed over the complete handwritten sheet music.
Unknowingly, the total amount in his bank account exceeded a million.
This day was destined to be his wealth day.
In view of the excellent market reaction to Boring, No. 1 Fly adjusted the payment cycle so that within just over two weeks, Harrison’s personal share of the profit exceeded two hundred thousand after-tax, which was transferred by No. 1 Fly.
After returning home alone, Harrison lay on his bed staring at the total amount of 1.24 million, dumbfounded.
The number was so long that he felt a strong sense of unreality.
This was…
It was too unreal!
He took a deep breath, and an inexplicable emotion called jealousy surged in his heart.
He relied on cheating and plagiarism to turn his life around in just three short months.
In Oxfordshire, more than 1.2 million in cash meant that he could afford a down payment for a housing unit in the city.
He was jealous of those with real talent.
He could only achieve what he has today by cheating and exploiting others.
But those with genuine talent don’t need to cheat or exploit; with pure ability, they can achieve it all.
Harrison was jealous of other people’s talents.
So God has never been fair, and the mediocrities always comfort themselves, saying that no matter how talented others are, they still need to work hard to reach the pinnacle.
But this is just self-deception for the mediocre.
Genuine talents only need to put in a third of the effort of ordinary people to make ten times the progress.
Some talents don’t even have to take it seriously; they simply play the game of life. They leave a legacy effortlessly and eternally in history.
For example, true business talents can make things happen and enjoy a full and magnificent life even with only a few thousand dollars in their pockets, let alone having over a million.
But now, Harrison had unknowingly earned more than 1.2 million and was utterly lost about what to do next.
If you asked him for an investment idea, he would have only one thing to say: Buy a house!
Apart from that, he really couldn’t think of any other business that could make money both steadily and comfortably without getting tired.
After thinking it over, Harrison decided to temporarily put aside the troubling issue.
His plan for now was to focus on copying songs diligently, improve his efficiency in copying songs, and quickly process the remaining three songs of Carrie Thomas and three songs of Logan Lee, turning them into money in his pockets.
Currently, his money wasn’t enough; he had to be cautious about everything. But when he had millions in his pocket, he could casually invest a million to find something to do for himself, right?
Even if he lost all his investment in the end, it wouldn’t hurt him fundamentally.
Harrison wondered why fate favored him, considering his mediocrity.
As a talentless person, he had cheated fate to steal other people’s talents, but his thoughts were still as mundane and calm as ever, even involuntarily envying others.
What virtue or ability did he have to possess this Golden Finger?
Was he not meant to be mediocre? Was he supposed to do something for the apocalypse and disaster that would happen in a thousand years?
He lay in bed thinking about it for most of the night.
However, in the end, he didn’t have any plans.
Clearly, he couldn’t do anything about it.
In a thousand years, his poor origin as private soldier Harrison Clark wouldn’t help, and he only had a year left. Even the most talented person wouldn’t be able to make any significant changes to the era within that year, let alone bridge the gap between human technology and that indescribable, unstoppable enemy.
He gave up thinking again and decided to continue selectively picking music, copying and transferring songs at a faster pace the next time.
The goal for the remaining week of the month was to sell off the other six songs, even if it meant selling them at a lower price.
He couldn’t be too picky about the buyers.
Next time, Harrison set a standard for himself to copy at least ten songs!
First, he would be shameless and focus on his own rise, then consider all the noble things.
After all, if you don’t clean your own house, how can you clean the world?