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

Chapter 162: Chapter 138: Shameless Without

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He wasn’t sure if everyone in the world could do it, or if it was just him.

But since fate chose me, perhaps this is the only gift I have as an ordinary

person.

Just like the words Chris Owen said in anger.

“It’s the responsibility of history.”

Even if he was never understood by his era.

As much as Carrie Thomas admired and appreciated Harrison Clark, he admired and appreciated her as well.

He never told anyone about his weaknesses.

Even if he tried to forget, deep in his heart, Harrison would occasionally have an unbearable sadness he wanted to share with someone.

He wanted to find someone to rely on for his loneliness.

Carrie Thomas was the best choice for that support.

He was afraid that in the quiet of the night, just by looking at her one more

time, he could no longer restrain his emotions.

Harrison Clark ran away.

He returned to the center of the celebration crowd.

He raised his hand and waved it in the air, and the noisy crowd below quickly quieted down, including special guest Avril Green, who watched him with sparkling eyes.

Harrison took a deep breath, “I have a few important announcements, please

listen.”

Carrie Thomas also came down from the balcony.

Harrison grinned and waved to her, “Our pillar, come join us.

Carrie Thomas rubbed her eyes, there was a hint of confusion in her gaze, and she was pulled into the crowd by Susan Lambert.

“The company is heading in a good direction. We have received many creative collaboration invitations, but in the short term, our main creative resources will still be focused on our internal artists.”

Lucy Haywood and Ward Owen, two contracted artists lacking independent creative ability, applauded wildly.

Harrison smiled and continued, “Within three days at the latest, I will have completed all ten songs for Lucy’s first album. However, I am only responsible for writing the songs, the actual recording, packaging, marketing, and promotion will be done by everyone.”

Everyone clapped again, and they congratulated Lucy one after another.

Jenny Hart and Leah Clark were extremely envious.

Look at their boss, it’s so easy to support someone, without having to go all over the place to collect songs.

Some singers can’t even collect enough songs for an album in one or two years, but Harrison does it differently, personally writing songs for you, and only in a matter of days!

That’s just too much.

After giving Lucy the good news, it was Ward Owen s turn.

“I will complete Ward Owen’s second album in six days.”

Ward couldn’t stop grinning.

What could be better than watching Summit Ventures continue to grow in value, so high that even his father found it too expensive to buy?

Of course, it was to do it himself, personally!

At this time, Bella Ross, the relatively more familiar agent of Avril Green, took the initiative to raise her hand and interject, “Our Lucia wants a song too!”

Harrison smiled and nodded, “Sure, no problem.”

He agreed without hesitation.

This wasn’t a big deal.

Avril Green nudged Bella Ross, looking a bit embarrassed, but she didn’t deny

it.

Afterward, Harrison walked over to Avril Green and Bella Ross, whispering, “Lucia, don’t you prefer independent creation? I just wrote one for you recently, right?”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sell songs, but that he was considering another point. Avril Green herself had great creative talent. If he met all her demands, would he inadvertently suppress her own talent? That would be a real pity.

Avril Green crossed her arms, her mouth curved slightly, revealing a subtle smile, “What, you don’t want to write for me?”

“No, that’s not it.”

“A good song is never too much for anyone. Sometimes I really envy you and Carrie Thomas’s talents, but I believe that singing your songs will give me a new understanding.”

Harrison nodded, “That makes sense. Alright then…”

“No, Lucia, let me write for you.”Just then, Carrie Thomas walked over and said without hesitation, “Harrison, you’ve been really busy lately. Julia Lambert said you’re writing a movie script, right?”

Harrison originally wanted to say that he had only mentioned it to Julia Lambert and hadn’t started writing yet, so he wasn’t that busy.

But when he took a closer look at Carrie’s eyes, he decisively nodded, “Yes, I’m indeed writing a script.”

“Then it’s quite inconvenient for you. We’ll have to rely on Carrie.

Avril Green spoke cheerfully, appearing to hold no grudges.

Carrie had just written Self-Combustion, so offering to write a song for Avril wasn’t presumptuous or abrupt; it could even be seen as doing her a favor.

But the intricacies behind the scenes were not for outsiders to know.

Harrison had a vague idea, but he didn’t want to bother with it.

His heart couldn’t handle that much, especially matters of love.

Whoever loves whomever.

Nowadays, Carrie was a completely signed artist under Summit Ventures, and the company covered all her training and learning expenses.

Her creative works and song production costs were also transferred to Summit Ventures.

So the songs Carrie wrote, according to the contract, partially belonged to her, and the other portion belonged to Summit Ventures, so whether Harrison personally wrote the songs or Carrie wrote them for Avril, the company made a profit.

Harrison could only marvel at the wonders of fate.

In the previous timeline, he had forcibly taken a song that Carrie wrote for

Avril, but in the end, she gave it back to her.

However, Harrison’s tricks were endless.

This time, due to his enhanced memory, he had prepared a massive collection of works when he returned.

As a ruthless professional who plagiarized from friends, he didn’t spare Avril due to their friendship, but rather showed her extra care.

Avril’s creative peak was during her teenage years, and after she turned 25, she only created two truly classic songs.

Harrison had prepared to take them all and give them to Lucy Haywood to sing.

He found a very sufficient reason for himself.

Perhaps he could even force Avril, who already had a high ranking, to unleash her potential and break into the top 100?

I’m doing good deeds here!

As he became accustomed to everything, Harrison’s psychological burden when pulling off these tricks became lighter and lighter.

Gradually, he became increasingly shameless when plagiarizing songs.

At this point, some female singers who followed Jenny Hart to the party couldn’t take it anymore.

She raised her hand and asked loudly, “Mr. Harrison, what about us? What exactly do you mean by ‘short-term’? We all want to buy your songs too.”

Everyone suddenly became attentive.

These artists hadn’t collaborated with Summit Ventures before and were not closely acquainted with Harrison.

They could only wave their checkbooks waiting for Mr. Harrison’s favor, so they were particularly concerned about the “short-term” limit he mentioned.

In everyone’s understanding, usually, when someone like Harrison spoke of “short-term,” it referred to a period of one to two years.

As long as it didn’t exceed three years, they could still accept it and have hope of waiting.

However, the speed at which Harrison spoke just now was too fast – finishing Lucy Haywood’s album in three days, and then Ward Owen’s in another three days.

This raised unreasonable desires and expectations in everyone’s hearts.

Before clarifying his stance, Harrison glanced at Carrie Thomas one more time and hesitated for a moment.

Although what he was about to say might slap Carrie in the face, Harrison couldn’t change his plan to make money as soon as possible.

He cleared his throat and said wistfully, “I’m indeed busy, and after finishing the first two albums, I’ll need another half a month to write some movie scripts. At the earliest, I can start creating more songs in 20 days.”

As soon as he said this, the large banquet hall fell silent.

In the end, Avril broke the silence.

“Then, when the time comes, can you write me a song?

Harrison turned his head to look at Avril, then looked at Carrie.

His gaze then shifted to Lucy Haywood, “Alright, no problem.”

No one knew how many thoughts crossed his mind when he said this..