After spending a week repeatedly polishing, he finally finished recording two four-star songs.
Yang Ziyu's savings were instantly depleted, leaving only a few hundred yuan.
Looking at the few hundred yuan on the card, Yang Ziyu suddenly felt amused.
He had nearly two million yuan in Panda Music, but he only had a few hundred yuan.
There were still ten days until the end of the month. Could this little money last until then?
Borrowing money? Don't think about it. He didn't want to owe anyone a favor. Did he really have to eat instant noodles every day?
After thinking for a while, Yang Ziyu found Panda Music's customer service number and called.
"Hello, how may I help you?”A sweet voice sounded.
"Hello, I'm Yang Ziyu. I want to ask, can you transfer a portion of the money in advance?”
"Yang Ziyu? Aiya, was it Yang Ziyu who sang 'Lonely Singing'?”
"Yeah, why?"
"Please wait a moment. I'll connect you to our supervisor now.”
Yang Ziyu sat on the bed and waited patiently.
About a minute later, the call connected again.
"Hello, Mr. Yang Ziyu. I'm Li Li, the operations manager of Panda Music.”
"Hello, Supervisor Li. I want to ask if I can transfer a portion of this share first. I don't want more, ten thousand is enough."
"Haha, Mr. Wang, you must be joking. Forget ten thousand, even one million was not a problem. We've been trying to contact you for a long time, but we haven't been able to get through to you.”
"Oh, I see. There were too many calls a while ago, so I turned off my phone. I'm sorry, why are you looking for me?”
"It's like this. Regarding your share of the profits, we've decided to give you more. If you have time, you can come to our company to discuss it in detail and we can sign a new agreement.”
Yang Ziyu knew what he meant. Panda Music wasn't without rivals. There were still two strong opponents waiting for them.
The music he uploaded was only the copyright share of a single song he signed. The other party wanted to sign him.
"Maybe in the future. To be honest, I only have a few hundred yuan with me now. I can't go to your place.”
"It's okay, Mr. Wang. We'll reimburse you for your round-trip ticket and fare. No, we'll arrange everything for you.”
"I see. Then I want to ask what percentage of the profits you're prepared to give me?”
"After our discussion, our company has decided to give you a C-grade contract, which is a 60% share.”
"I want to ask, what is the highest percentage?”
"The highest percentage is an A-grade contract. The client gets 80% and we get 20%. However, the signers of this contract had to be powerful Heavenly Kings and Queens.”
"I'm sorry, Supervisor Li. Perhaps you can report this to the higher-ups and discuss whether you can give me the highest contract.”
"What? "You…" The voice on the other end was a little surprised. He could even hear the slight mockery on the other end.
"I'm not in a hurry. Perhaps you can consider it for a while. In short, before the end of the idol era, you just have to give me an answer. My inspection period of your company also ended at that time.”
"Mr. Wang, I think you should consider it carefully first. After all, there's still a long way to go in the future. You don't have to be so anxious.”
"Hehe, it's fine. The splitting of the accounts can be postponed. Come find me after you've thought it through.”
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
He regretted it the moment he hung up.
F * ck, he only remembered to act cool and actually forgot about splitting the money in advance.
Should he call the other party again?
Yang Ziyu rubbed his chin and thought for a long time before deciding to forget it. He couldn't afford to lose face.
Looking at the few hundred yuan in the card, he fell into deep thought.
Now, it wasn't a problem of ten days. He was acting tough so that others didn't have to be in a hurry to split the money. There were at least two more months until the end of the idol era.
Now, they couldn't even afford a plane ticket to Changsha, let alone eat.
F * ck! As the old saying goes. Don't act tough, act tough and you'll be struck by lightning! It was indeed karma.
Where should he get the money?
Go to Boss Tang's bar?
No, no, if he went to a bar to sing now, wouldn't that be walking around? It was too embarrassing. Moreover, she was so familiar with Boss Tang that she was embarrassed to ask him for money.
After some thought, he suddenly stood up and opened his Weibo.
There were 1.3 million fans on Weibo, and the number of anti-fans had exceeded 5 million.
He didn't care about his fans. He was seriously posting a short essay on Weibo.
"I don't have any money left. I'm selling the female cover rights to Lonely is Singing. Leave me a message intentionally and tell me the singer's name. I'll see if the voice is suitable first. Since it's my first time selling a song, I'll give you a discount. I'll set the price at 200,000 yuan, the highest price in the current market. If you are sincere, you are the one."
After posting, he got up and made himself two packets of instant noodles.
Only by suffering the most hardship can one become a superior person.
Eating instant noodles was also a form of mental cultivation. At least, that was what he felt now, although he had never thought of it this way before.
After finishing the instant noodles, he started to check the private messages on Weibo.
The private message function could only be shared between public figures who had verified their real names. This was also a convenient way for famous people to contact each other.
At this moment, more than ten people had already left their names. Some even said that if the price was not enough, they could increase it.
He was not in a hurry. He would wait for a day first. By then, he would be able to select the most suitable candidate. It would be best if her voice was similar to Ah Sang's. It would make up for a little regret.
He went to the comments section. Less than half an hour had passed, but there were already tens of thousands of replies.
"Hahahaha, retribution! You deserve to be poor, scum Yang Ziyu. Do you want money? I have plenty here. Kneel down and beg me. I'll give you a hundred or two hundred thousand.”
"How shameless. You only sang one song, and you actually dared to sell it at the highest price in the market, and it's even the first time's discount? Your skin is much thicker than the city walls. Why didn't Qin Shihuang build you into the wall when he built the Great Wall?!”
F * ck, this was ruthless enough!
This was the first time Yang Ziyu liked someone who cursed him. Your scolding is really good. You're awesome!
"Brother Hao, are you short of money? Give me your account number. I'll definitely support you. I've decided to reduce the amount of money I've saved for buying cigarettes this month from 300 to 150. Let's split it 50 - 50.”
"Isn't it said that celebrities are rich? This is the first time I've heard a celebrity call herself poor. Yang Ziyu, I just want to know how poor you are now.”
" This is interesting." Yang Ziyu looked at the number on the card and replied," 236.5 yuan."
After a while, this comment was pinned to the top. His reply was set as an elite post.
There were neat comments below.
"D * mn, this is too poor. He's so poor that he's almost eating dirt.”
"D * mn, this is too poor. He's so poor that he's almost eating dirt.”
"D * mn, this is too poor. He's so poor that he's almost eating dirt.”
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