Chapter 66 Who Pays?

This has to say, Huaxia language art.

He invited him to sing, Gong Nanbei agreed to it, and wrote a song. Whether the song is good or not can be known from Han Yiming's reaction.

So now the problem comes, Gong Nanbei said to write songs for him, but he never said to write songs for free!

Despite the current status gap between the two sides, Han Yiming's willingness to use Gong Nanbei's songs would give him great face!

But there is no way, who made Gong Nanbei's song touch the softest part of Han Yiming's heart?

If he had not been impulsive and announced on Weibo that the song would become the main hit, then Zhao Yuzhi still had some room for negotiation, but unfortunately, there was no if!

During the day, Zhao Yuzhi thought about it for a long time, and now ask a front-line songwriter in China to write a song, which is 500,000 yuan, but the eldest young master of the Gong family, will it be 500,000 yuan worse? To put it in an ugly way, he spent more than half a million dollars when he went out to play one night!

If you buy him a song for 500,000 yuan, what will people think of you? Do you think you're humiliating him?

It is not enough to quote high prices. Every industry and industry has its own rules, some are explicit rules, and some are unspoken rules, but no matter what industry, driving up prices will be targeted by peers!

Don't think it doesn't matter if they are Uranus superstars, Uranus still has the circle of Uranus and the rules of Uranus!

In the end, Zhao Yuzhi was helpless. She really couldn't think of a proper solution. After that, she decided to let Gong Nanbei bring it up and see what he wanted!

The eyes of the fans in the live broadcast room were wide-eyed, their hands were already on the keyboard, and they were ready to grab God's comments and say SAO words.

Gong Nanbei rubbed the captain's belly and said, "Okay, Sister Zhao, you are a senior. Tell me, how much is my song worth?"

Gong Nanbei didn't know how much a song was worth. In his last life, he had never been exposed to such a thing, let alone in this life, he was on the road every day, and he didn't even understand the complete framework of this world.

Zhao Yuzhi watched Gong Nanbei kick the ball back, sighed a little fox, and said with a smile, "Then it depends on who is singing this song."

After she finished speaking, she looked back at Han Yiming. What she meant was that Han Yiming's singing was valuable because Han Yiming's fame was here!

If someone else sang this song, it might not be worth the money.

Han Yiming hasn't said a word since Zhao Yuzhi came out. Isn't that what the agent talks about? What's more, Zhao Yuzhi is the noble person who holds him up with one hand, and the person he trusts the most.

Gong Nanbei naturally understood the meaning of her words, and was too lazy to go around in circles with her. Anyway, the copyright was in his own hands. It was you who came to find me, not you.

He yawned and said, "Sister Zhao, whoever sings the song gets the score, but it's not something everyone is willing to sing."

He looked at the phone and said, "I'm stupid. It's better if we have something to say."

Zhao Yuzhi took a deep look at Gong Nanbei, if it wasn't for Li Jingrou's relationship with Fengtian, she would have to sign him to her subordinates no matter what!

There are many stars, but there are very few above the first line. Why is this? Some people may think, didn't you say it before, there are more than 200 people in the front line!

But China has a population of more than 1.4 billion. Do you still think there are many first-line stars?

If you want to be on the front line, hard work and talent are indispensable!

Thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge, and there is no one who can walk across it!

And in Gong Nanbei, Zhao Yuzhi has now seen talent, and it is that kind of excellent talent! People who can walk so far on foot will definitely endure hardships, not to mention hard work.

Now through chatting, I know that this kid's emotional intelligence is not low, and the subtext in his words can be understood. Such a person already has the qualifications to become a front-line.

"Mr. Gong, to be honest, the quality of your song is very good, and it is also very suitable for Yiming, otherwise Yiming would not directly announce that this is the title of his next album."

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, aren't you planning to go to Hengdian? I have two apartments in Hengdian. I bought one for 300,000 yuan. If you don't dislike it, how about giving it to you?"

Gong Nanbei's head was a little confused. One set is 300,000 yuan, and two sets are 600,000 yuan? One song changed two houses! Is this thing so valuable?

Gong Nanbei was in a daze, but there were no fans in the live broadcast room.

"Fuck! One song and two suites, I also want to be a songwriter, I think I can, I can, I can!"

"Brother Gong, I'm getting married soon, and I'm worried about not having a new house. Why don't you write a song for me too, and I'll change my suite too!"

"Do you still want to show your face upstairs? How can I talk to my foster father?"

"Uh, bah!"

Looking at Gong Nanbei Namu's (stupid) expression (eyes), Zhao Yuzhi sighed, and knew that the young master of the Gong family absolutely disliked this. Also, with Li Jingrou's status, would there be no house in Hengdian?

Gong Nanbei just wanted to agree to her, but the phone rang again, and at first glance, it was Li Jingrou who called.

"Hey, Mom!" Since there were some more memories in his mind, Gong Nanbei's mother's voice had no sense of disobedience.

"Well, leave this matter to me." On the other end of the phone, Li Jingrou's voice seemed calm.

Gong Nanbei snorted, but when he searched for information, he knew that Li Jingrou was a former Chinese actress, and it was definitely not a loss for her to talk about copyright.

After hearing Gong Nanbei's agreement, Li Jingrou hung up the phone, and the fans in the live broadcast room became curious, who is this Gong's mother?

In less than a minute, Zhao Yuzhi on the other end of the video rang, her complexion changed slightly, she walked to the side to answer the phone, Han Yiming returned to the screen again, smiled a little embarrassedly and said: "This kind of thing , let the broker handle it."

Gong Nanbei nodded and smiled. In fact, to put it bluntly, Gong Nanbei really didn't pay attention to a song.

But you can't give favors either. This is not to say that Gong Nanbei is stingy, but that people have to be willing to owe you favors!

With Han Yiming's status, the price of his favor is terrifying! Would such a person owe you a favor for a song?

After about five or six minutes, Zhao Yuzhi reappeared on the screen. It could be seen that her expression was a little unsightly. Han Yiming asked her what was wrong.

Zhao Yuzhi smiled and said: "It's nothing, the copyright matter is discussed."

After speaking, I glanced at Gong Nanbei in the picture, and my heart is worthy of being a mother and son!

The son is a little fox, and the mother is an old fox!

Her heart hurts very much, because in the future, as long as all the profits from "Let Everything Go With the Wind", Gong Nanbei will take half of it!

Li Jingrou didn't ask for her house or money, but kept half of the copyright!

And Han Yiming, who has only half of the copyright, has to advertise and promote this song, and all the money he earns must be given to Gong Nanbei half!

This is like a company going public and making the cake bigger together.

Your original cake is only the size of a table, but after it goes on the market, the cake can be as big as a house. Although the cake is not yours alone, what you can share is much bigger than the table.

I suddenly changed my avatar~