Hello aria, after review your account aria has met the standards for signing with the High Energy Alliance. Do you have any relevant intention to sign a contract?" The official staff certainly did not come to chat with him, and quickly got to the point.
Signing the contract? Guan Lang hesitated for a moment.
It happened that the other party also passed over the signed contract, and Guan Lang clicked on the document with the attitude of reading it.
After reading the obligations and rights stated in the contract, Guan Lang pondered for a moment before slowly replying on his mobile phone: "Sorry, I have no intention to sign the contract."
In the operations department of the B station headquarters building, in a single office that was not very open, a fat woman in her thirties was sitting at her desk, looking at the replies on the chat box with a bit of astonishment on her face.
The invitation to the High Energy Alliance is a dream platform for most up owners.
Those who can be favored by the operations manager must be waist or head-up masters with at least 500,000 fans.
Generally speaking, up owners who receive invitations readily accept the invitation. After all, there are not many obligations to be fulfilled in this contract. Apart from a certain number of video updates per month, there are not many rigid requirements.
After signing the contract, you can receive a fixed monthly salary from Station B, and you can get more opportunities in many surrounding activities.
Strictly speaking, this contract is just to attract a group of potential up owners to prevent them from being poached or lost by competitors. Most of the conditions in the contract are beneficial to the up owners.
She didn't expect that the other party refused without even thinking.
Her peripheral vision paused for a moment on the data report on Aria's popularity rate and fan activity on the desktop.
Although in terms of the number of fans, with more than 800,000 followers, he is not considered to be a top up, but his potential is really too great.
He has an excellent image and diverse talents. Because he became popular in a short period of time, he doesn't have any dark history.
If she were allowed to run it step by step, she would even be sure to make him the number one internet celebrity on the internet.
Therefore, although Guan Lang bluntly refused to sign the contract, the operations manager still did not give up.
"Don't you want to think about it more? Are you dissatisfied with any of the obligations in the contract that need to be fulfilled? You can also bring it up for discussion." The manager's fingers were full on the keyboard.
She already had some suspicions in her mind, maybe the other party was trying to raise the price.
She can still tolerate the other party's greed because she sees greater possibilities for commercial realization in the other party.
"Yes, I think it will be difficult for me to fulfill the requirement in the contract to update at least four videos every month." Guan Lang saw that the other party was so easy to talk to, and did not show off, and frankly stated the reason for his refusal.
Update? Is this something worth worrying about? The manager, who was already thinking about the bottom line of profit sharing, was a bit dumbfounded.
In total, there has been less than one video this week, and there are no restrictions on the content or duration of videos. Is it difficult to just spend some time to create a video? For creators in the living area, the difficulty of updating the requirements should be minimal, right?
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"Actually, the number of updates required is negotiable, so... let's lower it a little bit, how about three per month? If you don't have creative inspiration, we also have an editorial team that can provide you with some guidance and training."
"Forget it. I'm not a full-time uploader. I just do it for fun. It would be a bit stressful if there were fixed tasks."
“Then we change it to a minimum requirement of two per month?”
...
Guan Lang put away his phone.
After a round of negotiations with the staff, in the end, he still did not choose to sign.
This is good now, you can post videos if you want, and you can just post them if you don't want to update them.
And the basic salary after signing is not particularly high.
As for the benefits and inducements offered by the other party, such as more commercial promotions, increased backstage recommendations, magazine shoots, variety show activities, and more official resources to exaggerate the level of influence to help him realize his promise of becoming an artist, he is not very interested.
If he really wanted to pursue a career in the entertainment industry, why bother promoting it through a two-dimensional community platform? There were so many solicitation emails from economic companies in his mailbox that he couldn't read them.
Therefore, in his opinion, the other party's benefits are unavoidable troubles, so the staff naturally failed to win over this pigeon.
I didn’t dwell too much on what happened just now.
He casually took out a book from his backpack and lay on a bamboo chair to review it quietly.
Review earlier to avoid cramming for all subjects until final exam week comes.
According to the class notes, he read extremely fast.
And the moment he sees the handwritten notes written on the book, his brain can clearly recall the memory of the class at that time.
The key point, the expansion, is like the sound of the lecture echoing in my head again.
After a while, after reading through it again, the key points of the entire book were listed in his mind in an orderly manner according to the classification logic.
I have a good memory and it is really easy to review.
Although after reading it like this, it is naturally impossible to memorize the more than two hundred pages of the textbook, but the test points and key points have been printed in my mind like a cocoon.
He originally thought it would take longer.
It only took about an hour to review a book.
Of course, it went so smoothly thanks to the fact that he never skipped classes and had memories of attending classes in his head. Now that he is reading the book at the end of the semester, he can quickly recall the knowledge points through his notes.
Turn off the air conditioner, push the door open and walk into the courtyard.
Now the heat of the afternoon is slowly fading away, and the harsh sunlight at noon is gone, leaving only the shallow sunlight at dusk.
The junior high school students playing football outside have long since left.
The alley suddenly became quiet again.
Only a few clicking sounds came from under the tree more than ten meters away.
Like an old man, Guan Lang moved the deck chair from the wing to the pavilion, shaking it back and forth.
A sudden ringing of the phone disturbed his tranquility.
With a twitch between his eyebrows, the zipper in his backpack was ripped open out of thin air, and his cellphone instantly floated out and was caught in his hand.
Mom's phone number.
Guan Lang glanced at the screen and quickly connected.
As soon as he pressed the connect button, a loud cry that made the listener sad and the listener in tears sounded from his ears.
"Wow...Wow...Brother...Brother, brother!"
Guan Lang immediately recognized Guan Xiaomei's voice behind the microphone.
"Well, brother is here, what's wrong?" Guan Lang responded softly.
Guan Xiaomei's wailing sobs made him feel very distressed.
"I... my... little turtle... uh... wu... was... stepped on by a boy. I... no... little turtle...
I'm dead...I'll never move again..." Guan Xiaomei choked and cried intermittently, sucking her nose and sobbing while saying in grief.