When Lin Xuan heard this, he was instantly energized." Sister Hua, what does this 'get rich' mean?”
"Aiyo, my silly boy, didn't you pay attention to the percentage when you signed the contract?”
Lin Xuan felt awkward when he heard that." Haha, I really didn't notice. Aren't you the one who checks everything? I knew that I would definitely choose a contract that was beneficial to me.”
"Hehe, you brat, I feel good hearing that. Let me tell you, the contract for the album release also has a percentage because your share in Huayi Company is a platinum contract: 20:80. Plus, the company took a fancy to your song this time, so they've set a customized ratio for you.”
"Personalization ratio? Is it complicated?"
This was the first time Lin Xuan had heard of this term. He felt that this model seemed to be somewhat different from what he knew.
"Actually, it's not complicated. To put it bluntly, this kind of proportional dividends depends on the results. If you sell one million copies, your share with the company will be nine to one. You get 10%, and the remaining 90% will be taken by the company. Of course, this is excluding the production costs of each album.”
"And if you sell two million albums, then the ratio between you and the company will be 8:2. You get 20% and the company gets 80%.”
"If you sell 3 million albums, that's 7:3. You get 30% and the company gets 70%.”
"The rest will be the same. Do you understand?”
Lin Xuan understood when he heard this.
"Sis Hua, according to this, if I sell 9 million copies, it will be 1: If it's 9, I'll take 90%, right?”
"Yes, that's right. You're quite smart.”
Lin Xuan was also helpless after being praised by Sister Hua. This was something that even a child could calculate. He voiced his final question.
"Sis Hua, what if my album sells 10 million copies in the end?”
Sis Hua fell silent.
After a long time.
Sis Hua finally spoke.
"Little Xuan, Sis Hua, let me tell you something. I'm not trying to dampen your enthusiasm, but I have to tell you that you'd better not think about selling 10 million albums because it's impossible. You know how many years it has been since anyone in the country has been able to sell 10 million albums in a month. It was likely that the cumulative number of an album would not reach 10 million.”
"Sis Hua, I'm just asking out of curiosity.”
"Hehe, you brat, I still don't know what you're thinking. You must be thinking about what if? Alright, I'll tell you, if you're really lucky enough and your album sales reach 10 million, then things will be exciting. First, you'll be on the bigger news in the country, then all the major media outlets will want to interview you, and there will be countless advertising endorsements, and they'll be top-notch ones."
"For example, I just received an advertisement endorsement for a pair of leather shoes. It's not very famous. I gave you a million yuan for three years and requested that you have to wear their leather shoes for formal occasions within three years. I rejected it directly."
"Other than these many benefits, you'll also get a bonus from the company's album sales. Sis Hua can tell you honestly that from the start of Huayi Company until now, there has never been a singer who can sell 10 million albums in a month.”
"Never!"
Sis Hua sounded very certain.
"Xiao Xuan, if you really manage to sell 10 million albums in a month, then Sis Hua can guarantee you that all the money will be yours alone after deducting the labor costs, material costs, and taxes. No one can take it away!”
After Lin Xuan quietly listened to Sister Hua's words, his heart was already surging.
He didn't expect that the sales of debut albums were so important in China.
Actually, it was not wrong to think about it. A newcomer's first album with eight new songs could actually sell for 10 million in the first month.
What did this mean?
It represented topics, gimmicks, traffic, and money.
This was also why there were top companies looking for advertising endorsements and why the national media would report about it.
The reason was because he was awesome!
Lin Xuan thought through this and looked forward to seeing if he could sell 10 million copies in the end.
"By the way, Sis Hua, if I sell this album, how much can I earn from it?”
Sis Hua was very clear about these things and gave her answer directly.
"The gross profit of each album is about 1 yuan. This is excluding labor costs, material costs, transportation costs, warehouse storage costs, operating costs, advertising costs, and all other costs. If you can really sell 10 million albums, then Sister Hua will congratulate you. You can earn a net profit of 10 million yuan.”
F * ck!
Lin Xuan was no longer calm when he heard this.
10 million!
It was actually 10 million!
He had originally thought that an album would only be worth a few cents or less when it was distributed to the singer.
However, he did not expect to get so much.
Sis Hua seemed to understand Lin Xuan's thoughts and continued to explain.
"Kid, actually, this 1 yuan is a lot. If it's an ordinary singer, think about it. He would have his own team of guitar players, bass players, drummers, pianists, chorus, post-production, composer, lyricist, and so on. All a singer needs to do is sing.”
"50 cents?"
Lin Xuan thought for a long time and gave this answer.
"50 cents? Kid, you're dreaming. It's impossible. There are three most important parts to a song. One is the marketing, one is the composition, and the last is the lyrics. The singer is only responsible for singing. How can he get 50 cents? 10 cents, at most 20 cents."
Lin Xuan was confused by this number.
F * ck, so it turned out that the singers he saw in his previous life only got 10 cents after releasing their albums?
No wonder those singers were always writing songs, releasing albums, and holding concerts.
To put it bluntly, he still earned less money.
It turned out that all the money had been taken away by the company and the publishing company.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan couldn't help but sigh at his luck. Because of the system, everything in the song was done by him. Therefore, in the end, the money was all his.
10 million!
Just thinking about it made him want to wake up laughing from his dreams.
Of course, the premise was that Lin Xuan's album could really reach 10 million in sales in the end!
Lin Xuan sobered up a little. After Sister Hua reminded him of a few things that he needed to pay attention to in the near future, he hung up the phone.
Little Deeny immediately came forward curiously.
"Brother Xuan, what were you talking about with Sis Hua just now? Ten million, proportional dividends, and so on?”
Lin Xuan smiled and stroked Little Deeny's hair." It's okay. Hubby is earning money to support the family. If I don't earn money, how am I going to support you in the future?”
"Oh, you're so annoying. Don't touch my head. You won't grow tall like this.”
"Miss, you're already 1.7 meters tall now. How much taller do you want to grow?”
Lin Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
" You're right." Deeny laughed at herself.
"Oh right, Brother Xuan, are we still going to watch the Olympics?”
"What are you looking at? It'll be troublesome if we get surrounded by people. Why don't you give Zhao Liying a call and let's leave Beijing and have fun for a few days?”
"Alright, alright!"
When Little Deeny heard Lin Xuan say that he wanted to bring her out to play, she was instantly extremely happy. She simply raised her hands in agreement.
Lin Xuan muttered in his heart.
"I hope that after I go out this time, when I come back, the popularity of my album has already separated from the Olympics. I can't always wear the halo of the Olympics. The main thing is that this halo isn't any positive energy. It's a bit hot.”
Deeny quickly called Zhao Liying. When she found out that Zhao Liying was filming in Hengdian, the two of them decided to go over for a walk.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan decided to take this opportunity to have a good chat with Zhao Liying. This bro's album was already wearing the halo of the Olympics, so why didn't he quickly beg for mercy? He didn't want to die too horribly when he lost in the end.
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