I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Chapter 56: Double the Joy_l

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“No, you keep saying you’re not obsessed with looks, but isn’t this still judging someone based on their appearance? Besides, if I lose weight, I’ll definitely be good-looking too!”

“Why don’t you lose weight first before saying that? Can you not be so sure about something that hasn’t happened yet!”

Harrison Clark wasn’t exactly a people person.

On the contrary, he had a strong defensive wall against strangers, and he wouldn’t readily accept their friendship.

But 90% of Ward Owen’s skillset probably all went into making good connections with people.

Although Harrison Clark felt somewhat exasperated, the inherent distance he maintained with strangers had been unconsciously bridged somehow.

“Alright, enough joking around. Harrison, let me introduce you,”

Avril Green intervened just in time, as their bickering seemed endless, “This is the future heir of the Whale Group, Ward Owen.”

“Whale Group?” Harrison Clark hesitated for a moment, then realized, “The same Whale Group that is involved in everything people consume, live in, and use in England?”

“Cough cough, that’s quite an exaggeration, Harrison. My dad’s just running a small business, trying to make a living.”

Ward Owen said modestly.

Harrison Clark nodded, “Eating really well, I see.”

Ward Owen: “I’ll get upset if you keep saying that!”

Harrison Clark smirked, “As if you’re not already upset.”

“Let’s not talk about that now. You see, I’ve already called you ‘teacher.’ Bro, I’m serious; please sell me a couple of your songs. I really love music, and if I don’t get some recognition soon, I’ll…”

Harrison Clark: “You’ll have to go home and inherit a billion-dollar fortune, right?”

Ward Owen was shocked, “How did you know!”

Harrison Clark laughed, wasn’t it obvious?

He really wanted to refuse outright, since no matter how he looked at it, this fat guy wasn’t reliable.

Asking him to sing would probably lead to producing an album at his own expense, which would hardly sell, thus damaging his reputation as a musical genius.

However, since Avril Green stepped in to introduce them, refusing too bluntly wouldn’t be good.

“I’m not familiar with your singing skills or style. How about this, send me a couple of your representative songs later, and I’ll think about whether I can write for you. Don’t blame me if it’s not suitable.”

Repressed pain contorted Ward Owen’s chubby face, resembling a poorly wrapped meat bun.

“I…I don’t have any representative songs.”

Harrison Clark was instantly stupefied and was tempted to use this as an excuse to cut him off.

But back then, it was for the same reason that he had faced nothing but rejections, and the only person who had given him a chance was Avril Green, who was sitting right next to him.

Forcing a friendly smile onto his face, he patted Ward Owen’s shoulder, “That’s alright. You can just sing someone else’s songs you’re really good at.”

“Alright! I’ll prepare right away! I have some recordings, but they’re on my assistant’s phone. I’ll get them sent over.”

After saying this, Ward Owen turned around and left.

It was only after he left that Harrison Clark wiped the sweat off his forehead and complained to Avril Green beside him, “Aren’t you just giving me a tough problem to solve?”

Avril Green shook her head, “I’m actually helping you. You’ve offended Eric Mitchell too deeply this time. I managed to suppress him today, but my influence only works here. Once you step out of this door, if he tries to give you trouble again, I won’t have any solution. However, if you become friends with Ward Owen, Eric Mitchell won’t be so brazenly reckless anymore.”

Only then did Harrison understand her true intentions, “Thank you.”

The Whale Group was a local business in England Oxfordshire, but with great strength. Its numerous subsidiaries spanned the spheres of materials, energy, construction, environmental protection, and more, making it the leading real economy in England.

Having Ward Owen’s support would certainly ease his mind a lot.

“You don’t have to feel like you owe him too many favors either; he’s just like that. In the small social circle of Oxfordshire, everyone knows that Ward Owen and Eric Mitchell are at odds. He’s never really liked Eric, and tries to put him down on various occasions. Today, he just arrived a bit late, otherwise, he probably would have stepped in when Eric was causing you trouble earlier.”

Harrison Clark finally understood, “So that’s how it is.”

“Ward Owen is also sincere about wanting to sing. He hasn’t hesitated to throw money at it, and even though he works hard, it still hasn’t paid off. As far as I know, he has an agreement with his father that if there is no improvement in two years, he’ll really be forced to go back.”

“Alright, I’ll listen to his songs first.”

At this point, after weighing the pros and cons, Harrison was already tempted.

It was then that Avril Green remembered the main purpose of her visit and asked if Harrison could play her CD.

Of course, Harrison Clark wouldn’t refuse this free publicity opportunity and agreed without hesitation.Avril Green excitedly went off.

A minute later, the prelude to “A Dull Life” resounded through the courtyard.

In a room on the second floor, several popular female singers sat with Carrie Thomas.

Avril Green gave a slight exclamation, asking, “The same style as ‘Boring’?”

Carrie Thomas nodded, “The style is consistent, but it has evolved.”

The others looked at her with mild surprise.

The word “evolved” seemed light and casual, but the intention was quite significant and not to be said casually.

Carrie Thomas was really confident.

However, after the simple prelude passed and Carrie Thomas’s singing began, the others gradually understood her meaning.

At first listen, both “Boring” and “A Dull Life” indeed had the same structure, but some extremely subtle elements made the two songs fundamentally distinct.

The people in the courtyard outside were also gradually attracted by the singing.

At first, everyone was merely curious about this seemingly new song that they had never heard before.

However, without much time passing, their emotions gradually got drawn into the singing.

The voices of conversation at Homey Rose slowly faded, leaving only the singing.

“Everyone, how’s the song?”

It had been a while since the music ended, and the room was still silent, so Carrie Thomas broke the silence and asked.

In fact, she wasn’t really seeking other people’s opinions.

She knew the song was good, and she just felt that she should say something to break the silence.

After a while, it was Leah Clark who spoke up first, “Mr. Harrison is absolutely amazing, beyond imagination. If I had known about this song earlier, I would have paid a million to buy it! Sigh… but still, it’s not too late to buy it now! If Mr. Harrison has a new song, I’ll offer a million! Don’t fight with me, everyone! I’m desperate to release a new album.”

Leah Clark didn’t expect that after missing out on “Boring” just a month ago, she also missed two very classic songs, “Deep in the Night” and “A Dull Life.”

She was originally the first one to express her intention to buy Harrison Clark’s songs!

So it must be because her low offer wasn’t taken seriously; offering 200,000 would definitely be a joke considering the quality.

Jenny Hart reportedly paid 800,000 for “Deep in the Night,” so it seems that she really must offer a million to show her sincerity.

The others were slightly surprised.

A million for a single song was definitely a shocking sky-high price in the industry.

Leah Clark’s determination was evident.

Everyone thought privately that if Leah Clark and Harrison Clark really reached this price, it would naturally signify that Harrison Clark would become the highest-priced music producer in the country.

This set a benchmark for the others present.

In the future, if they were to buy Harrison Clark’s songs again, they probably wouldn’t be able to offer a lower price, would they?

The people here didn’t know that outside, Harrison Clark had been caught up by Ward Owen.

Ward Owen had just finished listening to “A Dull Life” and immediately cornered Harrison Clark.

“Mr. Harrison! This is also written by you, right? It must be! Please! Give me one as well! I’ll pay double whatever others offer you! Double!”

Harrison Clark grinned, “Really?”

He was very happy with the smile.

Because three seconds ago, a message came through his WeChat from Carrie Thomas.

“Leah Clark wants to buy your new song at a price of one million per song.”

The joy of doubling was quite delightful.

This poor sap.

Being conned by him, he still had to say thank you and cover him up.

What a good person..