"Ding dong!" In the office of the president's assistant at the headquarters of Jinlong Interactive Entertainment, assistant Li Xiaole's cell phone rang, and she immediately picked it up and looked at it.
"Oh, did you reply so quickly?" Li Xiaole clicked on the message a little excitedly, but soon her face became confused again.
There was a loud click of high heels on the ground. Li Xiaole took his cell phone and walked directly to the president's office.
After a while, Li Xiaole walked out of the CEO's office glumly, with tears in her eyes and an innocent look on her face.
"Huh, I'm just an assistant, a messenger. Why are you getting angry at me?" Li Xiaole said as he picked up his phone, deleted the text message he just received, and then called the guy named Chen Feng who sent the text message.
, pulled into the blacklist.
The text message Chen Feng sent was very simple: "One song, one million, plus 80% of the copyright fees for each channel."
The boss of Jinlong Interactive Entertainment, Wang Jinlong, got angry when he saw Chen Feng’s text message. One million songs? And 80% of the channel royalties? Is this Chen Feng taking Wang Jinlong as his scapegoat?
After getting angry at his assistant Li Xiaole, Wang Jinlong loosened his tie and sat back comfortably on his boss's chair.
"Oh, today's young people think about getting rich overnight every day. This Chen Feng wrote a bad song and turned himself into a character. What a joke!"
A similar situation is happening in many live broadcast entertainment companies, because Chen Feng’s message was sent in bulk.
Most of those who had made great efforts to finally find Chen Feng's contact information had similar reactions to Wang Jinlong's after receiving his almost unreasonable text message.
Some people directly scolded Chen Feng bloody.
Some people simply ignored Chen Feng.
There are also some people’s polite replies that should be considered.
In short, no one mentioned buying songs anymore.
At this moment, Chen Feng's cell phone suddenly became quiet again.
Chen Feng was very satisfied with this, but at the same time he felt a little regretful.
"Oh, I thought I could meet a wealthy man or something, and he was really willing to dump me for a million dollars, but in the end, there was no regrets at all."
However, Chen Feng still underestimated the mobility of some people. Near noon, when he was about to leave the hotel to pick up An Ruohua in the film and television city, there was a sudden knock on his door.
Chen Feng opened the door, and standing outside was a young man wearing formal clothes.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Chen Fengchen?" the other party asked politely.
Chen Feng nodded and asked: "Who are you and what do you want from me?"
"Hello Mr. Chen, I am the assistant to President Wang Dongming of Red Cat Entertainment Company. Our boss would like to talk to you. I don't know if it is inconvenient for you."
Wang Dongming?
Chen Feng's heart moved. Zhou Lin had mentioned him to him, but he didn't expect that the other party would move so quickly and come directly to the door.
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes: "What if I say it's inconvenient?"
The young assistant's face did not change at all, and he still said very politely: "If you have any work matters that need to be dealt with, you can tell me and I can help. The results are guaranteed to satisfy you; if you have your own personal matters, you must
If you want to do it, then we can also send someone to provide pick-up and drop-off services for you throughout the entire process, and we can continue talking after you finish the matter."
"Are you threatening me?" Chen Feng understood as soon as he heard this. The other party is going to stalk you. As long as you don't agree to the other party's request, they will keep following you, making it inconvenient for you to do anything.
"Absolutely not, we just respect you!" the young assistant said calmly.
Chen Feng thought for a while, it was best not to involve An Ruohua in this kind of thing, so he took out his mobile phone and sent An Ruohua a message.
"I have something to do at noon, so I won't have dinner with you now. You go with Su Jinxiu and the others. Pay attention to safety and have a good rest!"
Soon, An Ruohua's message came back.
"Okay, go ahead and do your work. Come see me when you're done."
Chen Feng let out a breath and then said to the young assistant: "Okay, let's go."
Parked outside the hotel was a luxury Cadillac, and the young assistant politely invited Chen Feng to get in the car.
Chen Feng clicked his tongue twice and sat in the car. He was also a little curious now, who is this Wang Dongming? Is he willing to be the one who spent a million to buy songs?
Soon, the car arrived at the most upscale five-star hotel near the film and television city. The young assistant took Chen Feng to a luxurious suite on the top floor.
As soon as he entered the door, Chen Feng was stunned.
Because he saw an acquaintance.
It was the rich second generation who threw money at Wang Xu in the Western restaurant.
Is he Wang Dongming?
"Welcome, welcome, are you the genius who wrote "Mouse Loves Rice"? Hahaha, it's really rare to meet you. It's my honor!" Wang Dongming didn't know Chen Feng. He was in a western restaurant last time.
He didn't pay any attention to this ordinary-looking man.
However, this does not prevent him from saying some polite words.
Chen Feng secretly sighed in his heart. Sure enough, these rich second generations are not all idiots who spend money and cause trouble. Under the influence of their family environment, they can learn more or less from their elders.
Just like now, this Wang Dongming is obviously not very interested in Chen Feng, but in order to do business, he still behaves very enthusiastically, and does not seem too fake.
Chen Feng smiled and said directly: "Mr. Wang, do you have something to do with me?"
He doesn't really want to deal with such people, and he doesn't want to be in vain with them. He just wants to finish the matter as soon as possible and leave.
But he still remembered that that night, Wang Xu finally killed Sap and was beaten with wounds all over his body.
Seeing Chen Feng speaking so directly, Wang Dongming's eyes changed, and then he smiled and said: "Haha, Mr. Chen is indeed a happy person, so I will tell you directly. I saw the text message you sent today, and then
Want to talk to you."
Chen Feng nodded and said nothing.
Wang Dongming invited Chen Feng to sit down together, and the young assistant next to him poured Chen Feng another cup of tea.
"To be honest, with Mr. Chen's talent, everyone can understand your request. However, business is about mutual benefit. Long-term cooperation, where both sides make money, is a win-win situation. Therefore, I hope that Mr. Chen's request will be
It can be lowered appropriately.”
Chen Feng smiled, but still did not respond.
A look of displeasure appeared on Wang Dongming's face. This Chen Feng was a bit too ignorant. He had already lowered his status to such a low level, but he still refused to let go?
"Then I'll tell you the truth!" Wang Dongming put down the tea cup in his hand, looked directly at Chen Feng and said: "If Mr. Chen is willing to write a song for our company, we are willing to pay half a million in cash and half of
Channel copyright fees, if this song becomes popular, our company also hopes to hire you as our music production director with an annual salary of two million, how about that?"
This is already the best condition Wang Dongming can offer. In fact, he has already investigated and found that the song "Rat Loves Rice" written by Chen Feng to Zhou Lin only received 50,000 yuan, and the channel copyright fee was only 50,000 yuan.
Just 50-50.
Now, the price given by Wang Dongming has increased tenfold. If Chen Feng is still not satisfied, then he is a bit ungrateful.
As for the text message "One song, one million, plus 80% of the copyright fee for each channel", Wang Dongming believed that it was just used by Chen Feng to bluff people.
After explaining his conditions, Wang Dongming confidently waited for Chen Feng's response.
In Wang Dongming's opinion, his biggest advantage is that he can quickly find Chen Feng to negotiate with him in person. Relying on his family's information channels, he easily obtained Chen Feng's relevant information. After learning that Chen Feng himself was
After arriving at Donghai Film and Television City, he was the first to meet him.
Five hundred thousand yuan per song, plus half of the channel copyright fee, and a future job with an annual salary of two million yuan. The other party should not refuse such a generous offer!
Wang Dongming is very much looking forward to Chen Feng's answer. At the same time, he also hopes that Chen Feng can really help him write an Internet divine song that can become a hit.
With the support of his family, Wang Dongming already has several companies under his name, including entertainment companies, IT companies, game companies, and a recently invested live broadcast company.
However, Wang Dongming's business acumen is not very good. Although there are many companies, most of them are not very profitable, which also leads to his not very good reputation in his family.
Therefore, now he urgently needs a company that can bring sufficient cash flow to supplement his blood. Finally, he took a fancy to the live broadcast industry.
Live broadcasting is a fan economy. If it is done well, you can indeed get a lot of cash quickly. Moreover, in the live broadcasting industry, as long as you can create a large-traffic anchor, the specific economic benefits can actually be done in many places.
The account is very beautifully done.
This is his ultimate goal.
Of course, the premise of all this is that he must do a good job in the company and cultivate high-traffic celebrity anchors.
Now, the most critical step is stuck here with Chen Feng.
Will Chen Feng agree?
Of course Chen Feng would not agree.
First of all, he didn't want to deal with Wang Dongming at all. He had witnessed Wang Xu's incident before and had no good impression of this rich second generation.
Secondly, this guy cut the song price in half as soon as he opened his mouth. Although he deliberately exaggerated the price of one million, the feeling of being devalued is really uncomfortable.
Finally, Chen Feng simply didn’t believe in the position of music production director with an annual salary of two million. If there was such a good job, it would definitely not be his turn to be an unknown person. At most, this was just a pie deliberately drawn by the other party. Will it be fulfilled in the future?
It's hard to say.
Moreover, Chen Feng himself cannot guarantee that his next song will continue to maintain the popularity of "Mouse Loves Rice". Even at the beginning of "Mouse Loves Rice", Chen Feng only dared to make a conservative estimate.
I don’t dare to say too harshly, and, judging from the current situation, although "Rat Loves Rice" is more popular than expected, it is still not as scary as the dream world.
After all, the real world and the world in dreams are not exactly the same. If there is an acclimatization situation, no one can do anything about it.
Therefore, when facing a rich second generation like Wang Dongming with an uncertain personality, Chen Feng absolutely did not want to cooperate with him.
"Mr. Wang, you really flatter me." Chen Feng was silent for a moment, and suddenly said with a smile: "Actually, I didn't have time to say the last part of my text message of 'One song, one million'
"
Wang Dongming frowned: "What's the second half of the sentence?"
Chen Feng shrugged and said: "One song costs one million, plus 80% of the royalties from each channel, and there is no guarantee that the song will be a hit."