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Chapter 45

Although one million was a bit painful, when Song Yun saw Han Sen agreeing immediately, her heart suddenly relaxed and she showed a charming and bright smile.

To be honest, if one million could buy a song like "Broad Sea and Sky", Song Yun would never regret it until her death.

Because of such a price, even if you look for top domestic lyricists and composers, you cannot guarantee the quality.

You may also be treated hastily and have a greater chance of being cheated.

But Song Yun felt that Han Sen would not deal with her.

She had just seen Han Sen's resume, and in Song Yun's opinion, each of these four songs released recently had the potential to become a hit.

In fact, "Friendship Years" and "Glory Years" have shown a trend of becoming popular in the Greater Bay Area.

Because "Today Next Year" was only broadcast once on the radio and the communication channels were limited, it was only spread by word of mouth in a small circle. Unlike a large platform like TVB, which continuously rebroadcasts the "Years" series every week, these two songs

In the past half month, the golden song has spread crazily in the Greater Bay Area.

And Han Sen has become the target of many young men and women in Guangdong and Guangdong now competing to imitate.

On the streets of various cities in the Greater Bay Area, there are many buskers singing songs from the "Years" series while carrying a guitar.

And today, after the release of "Broader Sea and Sky".

It is almost certain that the streets and alleys in the Greater Bay Area tomorrow will definitely be influenced by this song.

It will definitely have terrifying spreading power.

Because even Song Yun can see how classic "Broad Sea and Sky" is.

This also made Song Yun very excited.

If a song like this was adapted into Mandarin, would it become a big hit across the country?

Song Yun has dreamed of this scene many times in the past two years.

But unfortunately, when I wake up every day, my dreams come true, and I face countless losses.

She was once considered a popular singer on the front line. When she first debuted, she was called the Iron Lung Queen by people inside and outside the industry.

Because her lung capacity is extremely high, she can hold her breath underwater for more than five minutes.

But now, things are different and people are different.

Falling from the clouds, you can never get up again.

Many of the big-name songwriters she had worked with in the industry could no longer help her because of their estranged relationships with the original company.

These were the two or three years when Song Yun was lost.

Now that I suddenly saw Han Sen, I was like a drowning person. In despair, he suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw.

You must hug him tightly and not let him leave.

At this time, Han Sen resolved Song Yun's request and looked at the person coming from the other party.

Dong Yaoshun smiled slightly, maintaining the demeanor of a leader in the industry, and introduced himself gracefully, "I am Dong Yaoshun, deputy director of the copyright operation department of Yuanzheng Media. You should know our company, because soon, Miss Ge Qingqi will join us and become

A member of the expedition.”

"We are a family, you can just call me Brother Yaoshun."

Hearing this, Ge Qingqi stood up immediately, feeling a little embarrassed.

The deputy director of the Copyright Operations Department is already regarded as the absolute top executive of Yuanzheng Media. Ge Qingqi had not seen such a big shot in the capital not long ago, but he did not expect to meet him here.

Han Sen said nothing.

Ge Qingqi suddenly asked: "Brother Yao Shun, do you have anything to do with us?"

Dong Yaoshun smiled, glanced at Ge Qingqi, and said to Han Sen again: "I am here for work arrangements. Ah Sen, our company is very interested in your song "Next Year Today" and wants to buy out the Mandarin copyright...

…”

"Of course, we fully appreciate your talent, Asen. If you are willing, you can write the lyrics for this song yourself, and we will adopt it as appropriate."

Han Sen has his own bottom line, and he does not want to engage in meaningless negotiations on his works.

Because it is an insult to the work.

So he said bluntly: "I have already promised Sister Yun a song, so in a short period of time, I can no longer concentrate on writing lyrics."

"It doesn't matter, our company also has professional lyricists."

Dong Yaoshun smiled happily: "Then just buy out the Mandarin copyright. I will definitely not treat you badly in terms of price."

Han Sen wanted to refuse, but hesitated.

He glanced at Ge Qingqi. After all, Aqi would be leaving for this company soon. He felt that if he was too decisive, it would be detrimental to Aqi's future development.

But Ge Qingqi obviously knew the relationship chain. Dong Yaoshun had already come to name the relationship with her, just to lower the price. She immediately asked: "How much can the company give for the buyout price?"

"One hundred thousand." Dong Yaoshun said it neatly.

Song Yun felt that her face looked a little ugly.

How low Dong Yaoshun's figures were, it showed how reckless and irrational the price Song Yun had just given was.

The manager next to him was also a little unbalanced, but because of Song Yun, he couldn't speak directly.

The entire lounge fell silent for a moment.

The gap is too huge.

No one expected such a price.

Seeing this, Dong Yaoshun added: "We will give this song to the popular first-line singers in Yuanzheng. Asen, you can't just look at the profit in front of you. If this song becomes popular, then as a songwriter, you will go

In the future, its value in mainland China will also increase."

"What's more, 100,000 yuan is not low. For any unknown creator, this is almost the ceiling price."

Han Sen said nothing because he felt that the other party was insulting him.

Although the other party is right, giving the song to a first-line singer to sing may indeed bring the songwriter huge prestige and value.

But Han Sen believes that a song like "Next Year Today", even if it is handed over to an unknown singer, as long as the emotional expression is in place and the singing skills are good enough, it will definitely become popular on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

It's a pity that Dong Yaoshun obviously couldn't see the value of it.

He just habitually uses empiricism to conduct this negotiation.

At this time, Wu Yu could no longer hold back his bad temper. He laughed and said angrily: "Expedition? Or a big company! Want to take away my brother Sen's copyright for only 100,000? Who are you looking down on? Tsk tsk, I'll add a hundred

Yuan, one hundred thousand and one hundred, how about you give me a song like "Next Year Today" to sing?"

Dong Yaoshun was not angry at all. He shook his head with a smile, ignored it, and looked at Han Sen again: "Think about it?"

"Don't think about it."

Ge Qingqi took a step forward and suppressed his anger: "Brother Sen will not agree. That song has special meaning and cannot be measured by commercial value. It is not suitable for anyone else to sing it except Brother Sen."

Seeing Dong Yaoshun being besieged by "his own people", Song Yun immediately felt much more comfortable.

She narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and said lazily: "Dong Yaoshun, well, how can I say hello to you? You still haven't fully understood the value of Han Sen. What you just said was really stupid. As long as you have more

If you know Han Sen well, he would never say such an opening statement. I really pity you. How did you get to where you are now? Just wait until you go back and be scolded by Hu Zhongshu, hahaha..."

Dong Yaoshun's expression finally changed.

But in the face of the crowd's ridicule, he still didn't pay much attention. He just looked at Han Sen: "Asen, you are a smart man, you should..."

"I'm not smart, but I know that Sister Yun may be smarter than you, or have more foresight than you."

Han Sen said with a cold expression.

But he didn't say it too harshly, lest A Qi would have a hard time in the future.

"Brother Yaoshun, we are not destined to be together today, but I believe we will have opportunities to cooperate again in the future."

This time Dong Yaoshun was really disappointed.

He glanced at the time on his watch and sighed: "It's getting late. In that case, I'll leave now and discuss it another day. By the way, congratulations on winning the championship."

"Thank you." Han Sen nodded.

At this time, Song Yun felt like the hairs on her body were spreading, and she felt extremely comfortable.

After Dong Yaoshun left in disgrace, she couldn't help laughing.

"He will definitely be scolded, definitely! Haha!"

Song Yun looked back at Han Sen and said with a smile: "This guy has always looked down upon others. When I was a newcomer, I worked with the first composer of the Yuanzheng expedition. At that time, the composer was still unknown, so there were many

The prices of the works are all sold at very low prices, few of them exceed 100,000 yuan, and the person who handles them is the vice president of the Expedition Copyright Department."

"Then what?" Ge Qingqi asked curiously.

Song Yun smiled and said: "That composer's name is Li Ang."

Everyone was silent.

Guitar god Leon?

Li Ang's early works only sold for 100,000?

You know, so far, none of Li Ang's works is below average, and all of them have become popular across the country.

Even his early works are classics among classics, and many of them have been included in textbooks and are hailed as role models for composers.

Song Yun said meaningfully: "There are also rumors that Dong Yaoshun's left hand is the right hand, but it has been so long that it has been impossible to verify. The real reason... who knows?"

Han Sen lowered his head and glanced at the black guitar placed next to him. It actually had Li Ang's signature on it.

This signature guitar alone is worth more than 20,000.

Then Li Ang's personal works are definitely worth the sky-high prices.

"By the way, there is one more thing to tell you."

Song Yun thought of something and immediately showed her courtesy, saying to Han Sen: "Jiangnan Satellite TV has a singer program that they would like to invite you to participate in. This program will be Jiangnan Satellite TV's flagship program this year. It is rumored that the ratings will be comparable to those of CCTV."

, all those who can perform are domestic first-line singers..."

Everyone was shocked.

Han Sen asked in confusion: "Invite me?"

"Yes."

Song Yun explained: "Today Zhang Minghui came as an inspection team from Jiangnan Satellite TV. Your performance shocked him. I believe you will receive an invitation from the program team soon."

Han Sen was puzzled.

I am not a first-tier singer. In mainland China, I am not even considered a third-tier singer. In other words, I am simply not in the mainstream.

In comparison, Song Yun's words seemed a bit unrealistic.

Han Sen didn't hold out much hope.

Seeing Song Yun's attentive and expectant eyes, he paused and picked up the guitar next to him: "Sister Yun, what kind of song do you want? Tell me some ideas."

Song Yun suddenly became excited. She had been waiting for this moment for so long.

His eyes were bright: "If it can become a big hit, it's best if it's a Mandarin song, but Cantonese songs are also okay."

"Any other requests?"

"Highly popular."

"anything else?"

"It's best to leave a lasting mark in the Chinese pop music scene."

When Han Sen heard this, he slowly put away the guitar.

Song Yun quickly held down Han Sen's hand and asked him to continue holding the guitar. She said coquettishly like a little woman: "I'm just kidding, you can do whatever you want."

The agent's eyes popped out.

Han Sen sighed. He actually understood Song Yun's mood.

Everyone who has fallen from a high place will cherish the next opportunity to rise again.

As long as you hold on, you will never let go and never give up.

Because only those who have truly fallen can know what it feels like to be at the bottom.

He plucked the strings of his guitar and, in full view of everyone, sang softly:

"Why are you sad--"

"It's all bubbles, even though there are fireworks for a moment

All your promises, although they are too fragile

Love is a bubble, if you can see through it..."

"What's so sad..."



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