My ex-girlfriend's best friends are getting restless right after the breakup.

Chapter 62 Best Friend, why don't you lean on the wall for another chapter, and save me 40,000?

"You actually bought a house here?!" Zhou Lingyan's voice trembled with anger. "Bei Weiwei, what do you mean? Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"

Bei Weiwei looked at her calmly: "Lingyan, I'm not arguing with you. I just want to give Chen Bo a place to live where he doesn't have to be subservient to anyone."

"Making him read your face?" Zhou Lingyan took off her sunglasses, her eyes slightly red. "Did I make him read my face? Was I bad to him? I gave him the best room, the best facilities, I..."

"You're using him as a tool," Bei Weiwei interrupted her. "You brought him back to spite Yueqing, you invested in him just to watch the show. Lingyan, ask yourself, have you ever truly respected Chen Bo? Have you ever truly treated him as an independent person?"

Zhou Lingyan opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself speechless.

Bei Weiwei continued, "I've liked Chen Bo for three years. In these three years, I've watched you and Xu Yueqing boss him around, watched you treat him like an appendage to Xu Yueqing and make fun of him. Now that he's finally stood up, have you ever thought about what he needs? No, you just want to keep him by your side and continue to be your tool."

"I'm not..." Zhou Lingyan's voice trailed off.

"You are it." Bei Weiwei's tone was firm. "Lingyan, I'm making this clear today—Chen Bo is my boyfriend now. I will treat him well, respect him, and support his career. If you still want to be friends, please respect our relationship as well. If you can't do that…"

She paused for a moment, then said, "Then let's reduce our contact."

Zhou Lingyan stared intently at Bei Weiwei, her chest heaving violently: "So, Bei Weiwei, you're willing to abandon your sisters for a man, huh?"

"You were the one who started this unreasonable behavior," Bei Weiwei retorted without backing down.

The two faced off, and the air seemed to freeze.

South Wind Cafe.

Zhao Lulu was listening to a song written by Chen Bo. The song title was very simple: "Learn to Meow".

The intro features upbeat electronic sound effects, accompanied by simple drum beats, and the melody is catchy.

Let's learn to meow together, meow meow meow meow!

I'll act all cute and affectionate in front of you, oh my gosh!

My heart is pounding, I'm captivated by your mischievous smile.

If you don't say you love me, I'll meow meow meow...

After listening.

Zhao Lulu: "..."

She looked up at Chen Bo: "Chen Bo, are you serious?"

"Of course." Chen Bo nodded. "This song was tailor-made for internet celebrities."

Zhao Lulu's lips twitched: "But, this is too..."

Too childish?

Too easy?

Too...low?

She didn't dare say what came next.

After all, Chen Bo's previous work, "The Ordinary Road," was so profound and moving that even someone like her, whose life had been smooth sailing, was deeply touched by it.

Now, this song, "Learning to Meow,"...

Zhao Lulu struggled to find the right words: "Chen Bo, what I mean is, this song is quite different from your previous style..."

"Style?" Chen Bo laughed. "Mr. Zhao, are those internet celebrities under your management preparing to go on 'Singer's Battle'?"

Zhao Lulu was taken aback: "Of course not."

"That settles it then." Chen Bo leaned back in his chair, his tone relaxed. "What do internet celebrities want? They want reach, they want to be brainwashed, they want to be able to get their fans to dance along to a melody in their short videos. What's the difference between having an internet celebrity sing 'The Ordinary Road' and having a massage parlor worker talk about morality? Doesn't it feel incredibly incongruous?"

Zhao Lulu was speechless at the metaphor.

"But..." she tried to argue, "This song is too simple, isn't it? I hired you because of your talent, not for this kind of thing..."

"Simple is best." Chen Bo interrupted her, "President Zhao, have you done any market research? What's the most popular background music on short video platforms right now? Is it complex symphonies? Is it sentimental ballads? Neither."

He looked into Zhao Lulu's eyes: "It's those catchy pop songs with simple melodies, upbeat rhythms, and easy-to-remember lyrics. Why? Because what the audience needs is instant gratification, pleasure that requires no thought. If you release this song, I guarantee that within three days, the entire internet will be filled with 'Let's all learn to meow.'"

Zhao Lulu fell silent.

She had to admit that Chen Bo was right.

But as someone who prides herself on having good taste, she still finds it hard to accept this kind of "degradation".

"Chen Bo," she sighed, "I know you're right, but this song... just doesn't seem to do justice to your talent."

"Talent?" Chen Bo laughed, a slightly mocking laugh. "President Zhao, talent should be used in the right place. Writing songs for 'Singer's Battle' is showcasing talent. Writing songs for your internet celebrities is making money. These two things don't conflict, but don't confuse them."

He continued, "Besides, do you think writing this kind of 'simple' song is easy? You have to create memorable moments within a limited melodic space, design a rhythm suitable for short video dissemination, and write lyrics that young people will find fun... This requires a precise grasp of the market, not just humming a couple of lines."

Looking at Chen Bo, Zhao Lulu suddenly realized that this man... was really a bit unusual.

He is neither the kind of self-important "artist" nor a profit-driven businessman.

He knows exactly what he is doing and what kind of work he should present in what situation.

This kind of clarity and insight is rare in the entertainment industry.

"Chen Bo," Zhao Lulu's tone became more serious, "you're right, I was narrow-minded. So, for this song... name your price."

"You decide what to give. You're Yueqing and Weiwei's best friend, talking about money is too vulgar, but if we don't talk about it, I'll starve," Chen Bo said.

"One hundred thousand?" Zhao Lulu asked.

"Are you best friends with Yueqing and Weiwei?" Chen Bo asked.

Zhao Lulu blushed, and Chen Bo was clearly dissatisfied.

"I mean, two male and female anchors will sing, each receiving 100,000," she explained.

"Not including arrangement and production?" Chen Bo asked rhetorically.

Zhao Lulu wanted to cry: "You think this song is that good?"

"It has high commercial value and quick results, don't you think?" Chen Bo said confidently.

"How much do you want?" Zhao Lulu dared not name a price herself anymore.

A man's mouth, a liar.

"Arrangement and production, let's take it all for 500,000, a friendly price," Chen Bo said. "It's not a full copyright buyout, just the performance rights. I don't want any royalties either, it's very generous."

Zhao Lulu wanted to complain to Bei Weiwei, "Your man doesn't treat you like a girlfriend, does he? He's bullying your best friend like this."

She even wanted to cry to Xu Yueqing, "My best friend, why don't you lean on the wall one more time and save me 400,000 yuan?"

"Five hundred thousand is five hundred thousand. My streamer will just have to appease the viewers in the live stream. After a few live streams, she'll break even." Zhao Lulu felt a little pained.

"If you say I raised the price again," Chen Bo said, heartbroken. "The people in the live stream are so easy to fool."

"No more!" Zhao Lulu said quickly.