A singer-songwriter competition?
Wang Hao's eyes instantly gleamed with golden light, "Really? Is there prize money?!"
"Is money all you ever think about?" Bai Yaning laughed and scolded, "Of course there's prize money, the champion gets 500,000."
500,000 in prize money!
Damn, that's almost enough for a bathroom!
"I'm in, I'm in!" Wang Hao excited excitedly, "So much moolah! Hahaha!"
Bai Yaning: "..."
Then, Wang Hao suddenly touched his chin and said, "But then again, I have lots of songs, but the problem is, I can't sing them well!"
"That's easy," Bai Yaning drove straight to Dream Recording Studio, "you just need to produce the lyrics and melody, and I'll find someone to perform it. You don't need to worry about that. How about it?"
As long as someone else sang, that was no problem for Wang Hao, who nodded, "What are we waiting for then, let's go. Man, as many songs as you want, no problem! The championship is ours!"