While the food was being served, Yang Ning took out a twenty-page contract from her bag and handed it to Fang Jing.
"Take it back and read it carefully. Sign it and give it to me within three days. It's best to find a lawyer to help explain it. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."
Fang Jing's head hurt when he read the dense regulations. He couldn't understand many professional terms, "Sister Yang, I believe you."
Before Yang Ning could speak, Fang Jing continued: "Just tell me the key points and what else needs attention."
"Okay!" Yang Ning couldn't help but nodded, "I won't talk about the benefits of resources, they are clearly written."
"Let me tell you some actual benefits. The contract signed by B is for seven years, and the liquidated damages are eight million. In addition to the higher share than that of C, there is also an additional signing fee of five hundred thousand."
"You have to pay for the five insurances and one housing fund yourself, and you have to pay for the assistant's salary yourself. There is nothing else you should pay attention to."
"Then if I write my own songs and release an album, will the company take a share of it?" Fang Jing asked the biggest question. He still had many classic songs in his heart. If the company had to pay for each song, then he would have suffered a huge loss.
"It depends on the situation. If you want to use company resources, you will have to charge a part of the fee, such as promoting variety shows, shooting music videos at public expense, and the publicity department will cooperate."
Seeing Fang Jing's expression of pain, as if he was a money addict, Yang Ning laughed and said, "The publicity expenses are very small, so they won't take up much of your share, at most 1.8 million."
Fang Jing's mouth twitched, "One million and eight hundred thousand is still very little? How many pigs do I have to sell to make money back?"
"The music video is a bit more expensive. It requires a film crew, arranger, producer, post-editor, choreographer, professional dancers, rent a venue, and costs at least two million before and after."
The price revealed by Yang Ning is still a conservative estimate. There are dozens of people working before and after an album, seven or eight machines are running every day, and money is spent every day.
An album by a top-tier singer costs tens of millions, and just renting a venue costs one or two million.
Fang Jing felt guilty when he heard the price, "So an album costs at least three million? Doesn't that mean I can't make much?"
The company invested three million, but Fang Jing refused to believe that they would only get back the cost, at least double it, and this time it cost six million.
Physical albums have collapsed in recent years. Who still goes to CD stores to buy albums when listening to music? They all listen to music on their mobile phones.
So we can only post the songs online and distribute digital albums, so the music website will charge at least half of the fee.
The two big tigers each took a bite, and he, a little shrimp, probably didn't even have the soup, and Fang Jing felt quite chilled.
Yang Ning rolled her eyes at him, "You can't make money in music, but for just one dollar, listeners can listen to it for a lifetime.
Even if you are a top-tier singer, you will only have 20 million downloads until you die. The platform will take half of the 20 million, and if you get 10 million, the company will take the lion's share. In the end, you can have two to three million, which is considered good."
"How much time and cost will you spend for these two to three million? Let's say a few months at least."
"Doesn't that mean the music has not started yet?" Fang Jing frowned.
"Who said that? You don't understand this. Singers gain popularity with their songs, and then they go on a few variety shows and earn 1.8 million easily."
"Some singers' songs are all free. Why is that? Do you think they really have too much money?"
Fang Jing was speechless, "The water is so deep?"
"It's not bad!" Yang Ning said after taking a sip of wine, "When you become famous, I'll help you film a variety show on TV. That's the big deal."
…
After having a meal for more than two hours, Yang Ning and Fang Jing got closer. From this old manager, Fang Jing learned a lot about the rules of the entertainment industry.
Yang Ning also made a simple plan for Fang Jing's future. The promise of free money made him dizzy. There were concerts and TV series, and she even said she would take him to make a big movie.
Fang Jing hadn't recovered even after he left the house, and he didn't wake up until he returned to the Magic City TV Station.
I originally agreed on the contract and went back to read it carefully, but Yang Ning had tricked me into signing it before I knew it. I actually wrote a lot of verbal checks, and he kept thanking me.
After taking a shower and lying on the bed to rest, Fang Jing smiled brightly as he recalled what Yang Ning said about the music business model.
"A singer may not be able to release a hit song in a few years, and of course he can't make money. He can only make money through variety shows."
"But I'm different! There are so many good songs. I put out seven or eight songs a year. Even if one song makes one million, it's still seven or eight million."
Thinking about the future, Fang Jing was about to fall asleep when suddenly there was a knock on the door, like thunder.
"Who the hell is this?" Fang Jing wanted to hit someone.
"Dong dong dong dong!!"
The harder you knock, the harder it is, accompanied by the sound of a key unlocking.
After putting on his slippers, Fang Jing had just opened the door when a figure immediately rushed towards him, and the pungent smell of alcohol made him frown.
"Hey! Why did you open this door by yourself?" Shen Hao closed his eyes and muttered.
"I'll let you go! This is my room, you're in the wrong room!"
"Fang Jing... let me tell you good news. I signed the contract and I will be a star in the future."
"Okay, okay! I know, can't you go back to your house first?"
"You don't know... this guy named Xiong is not a particularly good person... he is so perverted... Qian Mengjun just... vomit! vomit!"
Fang Jing's facial features were distorted. Looking at the drink on his pants and the stench filling the room, he wanted to kick this guy out.
…
Early the next morning, a faint ray of sunlight shone through the window, and Shen Hao had a splitting headache. Xiong Li drank too much at the dinner party yesterday, and he didn't know why he came back.
Opening his tired eyes, "Huh? It's a bit cold. Where are my clothes? How can I tie my feet to the edge of the bed?"
Looking at his bare arms, Shen Hao was a little panicked.
When I turned my head, I saw that the door was open just a crack, a cool breeze was blowing, the ground was in a mess, shoes, socks, short sleeves were everywhere, and there were a few traces of blood on the edge of the quilt.
Shen Hao was startled and woke up instantly. His face was pale and his mouth was trembling. With a worried heart, he gently raised his hips and tightened his abdomen, and took a deep breath.
"Phew! Fortunately!"
The entertainment industry is not safe. There are all kinds of people. It seems that you need to pay more attention in the future. If you meet a bad person, you will suffer. There is no place to cry.
"But where did this blood stain come from?"
After finally fishing out a slipper from under the bed, Shen Hao jumped over the minefields and obstacles to the bathroom.
After taking a shower and changing clothes, I felt much more energetic. After cleaning the house, I went downstairs to take out the trash, and I happened to meet Fang Jing coming back from a run.
Yesterday, their respective managers took the newly signed players to a dinner party. Knowing that they couldn't get up, He Kangsheng gave them a day off to let them rest.
Fang Jing had not exercised for a long time, and his bones were almost rusty. He deliberately ran two laps early in the morning to sweat.
"Are you awake?" Fang Jing did not give Shen Hao a good look.
"Well! Do you... know how I came back yesterday?"
"I know." Fang Jing sneered, "First you knocked on my door, then vomited all over me, and shouted that you were going to have a concert on the rooftop, saying it was the Bird's Nest."
"I couldn't hold you back. You knocked on the stairwell and your nose started to bleed. Two security guards came from behind and tied you back up."