I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Chapter 139: A Renaissance of One Person i

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Harrison Clark had no idea about the secret discussions and plans between Ward Owen and Julia Lambert.

However, Ward Owen’s selfishness and Harrison’s desire to raise more funds did not conflict with each other but complemented each other.

Harrison saw the once idle Ward Owen suddenly become diligent, his round face quickly turning into an oval, almost like a goose egg. It was quite miserable.

Over the next few days, Ward Owen flew all over the country, sometimes even having three variety shows in one day. When stealing time during his flights, he either watched acoustic videos on his tablet or read thick books voraciously.

The chubby guy thought he would want to give up soon or even change his hobby, but time flew by, and before he could feel tired, six days had passed in a blink of an eye.

When Ward Owen finally gets the printed file with lyrics and the complete score from Harrison’s hands, he is almost moved to tears.

It is only now that he gradually understands that his love for music is not just lip service, nor is it an excuse to escape from a dull academic life.

Although I, Ward Owen, am lazy and even disastrous in body and health management, I can put up with an unbeatable effort when facing what I really love!

Harrison was also shocked by the ferocious high-intensity work attitude of Ward Owen these days and sighed, “No wonder you are not suitable for managing a company. Maybe sometimes you don’t even know how much you like singing. No matter how hard a person stands in a position where he has no talent or hobby, and has such a big responsibility, it will ultimately be of no avail in the end.”

Ward Owen looked blank, “What are you saying, Master?”

“Nothing, just go. Rest well first, and start practicing singing tomorrow. Look at your appearance, even your pants have become too big. Please buy a new set of fitted clothes, and don’t lose face as a rich second generation. Look at those billionaires’ children in Europe and America, each one is more handsome than the other. And look at your father, he’s almost handsome enough to be a hottie killer. As his son, do you feel ashamed to ruin his good looks he gave you?”

Ward Owen covered his face and wept as he ran away in embarrassment.

Am I wrong for being approachable as a rich kid?

Look how adorable the meat on my face is! So friendly!

Have you ever seen a master trampling on the dignity of his disciple like this?

After sending away Ward Owen, Harrison went to the newly set up recording studio in the company and listened to Lucy Haywood practicing singing with the high-paid music producer they had just dug up from outside.

Lucy’s opportunity came from her talking about giving birth to a monkey for Harrison and standing up to help him clarify his stance at a critical moment. She won it through her own efforts and held her ground.

But it cannot be denied that Lucy’s abilities are quite good, otherwise Harrison wouldn’t have easily agreed to let her help him sing the demo.

However, in terms of relationships, Harrison’s requirements for song quality are extremely strict and almost unapproachable.

It can’t be blamed that he’s too strict; he simply has the original song in mind, and after comparing it, it’s easy to tell if it’s good or not.

As soon as Harrison entered the recording studio, the music producer with a very loud reputation in the industry couldn’t help but focus most of his attention on Harrison.

This producer is not famous for his creative talent, but for understanding the ideas of creators and assisting singers in constantly tuning and adjusting their voices.

His grasp of musicality and rhythm ranks among the top in the industry.

Now this producer is also curious about the genius creator Harrison Clark’s abilities, who has been called unique for decades.

“Could you ask Lucy to sing all ten songs? It’s been three days, as a professional singer, she should be able to barely sing them all, right?”

Harrison waved at the producer.

There were too many new employees in the company recently, and he hadn’t had the time to get to know them one by one, so many people couldn’t even call them by name.

The producer felt a little unhappy. He was a considerable figure after all. Even if he wasn’t as good as Harrison, he should at least have his own name.

However, unhappy as he may be, the other party is paying a lot of money, so the producer obediently stood up.

But he still couldn’t help but retort, “Although she has practiced each song roughly, If you want to guide her, you should do it one song at a time, right? Asking for too many at once, you might not be able to listen carefully.”

Harrison shook his head, “You just do as I say. Oh, and don’t tell her I’m listening, so she doesn’t get nervous.”

“Alright, Master Clark.”

This word “Master” was pronounced particularly heavy.

Harrison could understand the other party’s resentment.

In the normal thinking of people, perhaps his request seemed unreasonable.

Even the strongest producer could not fine-tune ten songs at once.

But Harrison would not explain it to him, as it would be a waste of words, and time is extremely valuable.

An hour later, Lucy came out.

When she saw Harrison outside, she exclaimed, “Ah! Teacher, how come you’re here?”

She has now learned to call Harrison directly “Teacher.”

It appears closer than others but does not transcend the boundaries.

Harrison sat in the chair with a straight face and crossed his arms, “Your progress is too slow, and I am very dissatisfied.”