Li Bo suddenly felt the nervousness he felt when he first entered Koukou Music ten years ago. He took a deep breath and told himself that the other party was just a newcomer and that he was the big shot. Only then did he ease up.
"It's like this. I heard the song you sang on the show. I think it's very good and should have a market.”
Dewey was originally lying on the bed. When he heard that the other party wanted to sign his song, he sat up with a carp jump.
"But my song hasn't been made yet.”
"It's okay. Let's sign the contract first. When your song is done, send it to me.”
"As long as it takes?"
"Try to reap the benefits as soon as possible, right?”
Dewey nodded. This was not bad. Another way to make a fortune.
"Then what about my profits?" Dewey had never come into contact with this before, so he simply asked about it.
"It's like this. We have two ways. The first is to buy it out. That is, you can directly sell the music copyright to us. This way, we will give you a higher price, but it won't be too high. After all, you're not a big shot yet.”
"What about the other?"
" The other way is to split the profits. The platform will provide a one-minute listening session for the song. If you want to listen to the full version, you will have to pay a fee. Downloading a song with a normal quality will cost you two yuan, and a high-quality song will cost you five yuan. This money will be split equally between the platform and the author. The more you download, the more you earn. That depends on whether your song is popular or not.”
"Oh, I see…"
Dewey thought for a moment. If he bought it out, he might get a little more money, but it probably wouldn't be much more. It would be better to split the money. The hundreds of Buried Love Family members under him were all living advertisements for him.
Judging from the results of the previous two songs, it wasn't too difficult to earn enough money to buy them out. Moreover, this was a long-term benefit. Even if he changed his career, he would still have income here. No matter how much he earned, it was better than nothing.
The most important thing was that the copyright was in his hands. Dewey could sing wherever he wanted to. He could put up videos, MVs, and other highlights on Psiliant. He didn't have to be controlled by others everywhere. He didn't have to pay copyright fees to others when he sang his own songs.
Dewey was a man with a system. How could he be controlled by these mortals?
After struggling for a while, Dewey made a decision.
"I choose the split."
"Sure, I'll draft the contract now and look for you later.”
"Yes."
Just as he was about to hang up, Li Bo spoke again.
"Oh right, there's one more thing."
"Tell me."
"Because this is a formal and professional music platform, I hope that your 'Poisonous Perfume' can be produced at a higher level. Like your previous 'Flying to Someone Else's Bed' and 'The Wood Man's Manner', they were too crude and might not pass the review.”
Dewey grinned.
But after thinking about it, it made sense. What kind of place was Koukou Music? The biggest music portal only charged professional singers. This Heavenly King and that Heavenly Queen would charge the same amount of money as others if they put up their own plaza dance divine weapon and lousy audio recording. It would be strange if they wouldn't be criticized to death.
But professional music required a lot of money. Where would the money come from?
If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have bought a fruit phone.
That was not right.
It was not enough even if he did not buy it.
F * ck!
"Mr. Dean, don't worry. Take your time. We have no problem here.”
"Alright, I got it."
Dewey hung up the phone gloomily.
In fact, even if Li Bo didn't make this request, Dewey would have thought about it.
He had already appeared on television twice. Although it was a small local television station, his popularity had accumulated to a certain extent. Since he was going down this path, he had to be professional. This was not a joke.
Survival was a must, and money was also a must. If he wanted to have both, how could he not pay?
"System, how many points do I have now?”
Ding!
"Hint: Current slot points are 325.”
"Host…"
"Shut up!"
"Let me calculate. 325 points. I can live for about two weeks. It's enough!”
"Host, what are you doing?"
"I want to earn money!"
" Host, sh * t points are the best way to extend your life. Don't go the wrong way. The previous host had more sh * t points than you, but in the end..."
"You're here again, right? Do you know why the previous host died so quickly?”
"I've used up all my points."
"He's f * cking stupid. I'm definitely better than him. I earn money to earn more sh * t points in the future.”
"Haha…"
When it came to making money, Dewey actually had plans for a long time.
It was a live broadcast.
It had to be broadcasted live.
However, Tian Xin was too tired today and was not in a good state. She was still stuck in the plot of " Poisonous Perfume."
What a sentimental, whimsical, and fat woman.
However, although Tian Xin was a little stupid, her voice was very sweet, and the male netizens liked her very much.
Compared to the live broadcast, it was more important to return to An Town first. He would spend too much money outside, so he had to save as much as possible.
That night, the four of them drove back to An Town. When they arrived at Chen Liang's house, it was almost ten o'clock.
Coincidentally, Chen Liang's parents were at home today!
Perhaps it was because of Chen Liang's appearance on television that his parents found out that he was coming back from Ha City. They actually came back to see him for the first time.
It was a rare time for the family to reunite. Dewey wouldn't stay here as a decorative lamp, would he?
Li Qiang sent Tian Xin home, and Dewey was a little embarrassed.
Could he still go back to the home that his mother and sister had happily sent away?
There was still 500 yuan left in his pocket. It was from the phone he bought. It should be enough to open the door, right?
There was still half a month before the 5,000 yuan from the backstage of Pilibili would arrive. The water from afar could not quench the thirst of the present. It was really uncomfortable to have money but not to spend it.
She walked alone on the street. The street lights were dim, and there was no one around.
Now that he had money and fame, why was he becoming more and more pitiful?
After walking for more than half an hour, they finally reached home. It was already past ten o'clock, but the lights were still on.
Du Xin was studying?
What a good child.
He crept upstairs and opened the door with the key. Fortunately, the key was not taken away, or else he would not be able to come back.
The lights in the living room were off, and the door to his mother and Du Xin's room was closed.
Dewey suddenly realized that the light was in his room!
Thinking of Li Jiaojiao, Du Wei couldn't help but shiver.
Looking at the broken sofa at home, Dewey sighed.
Why don't we just make do here for the night?
Dewey had just laid down.
Creak!
The door opened.
A muscular figure appeared at the door, almost blocking the light of the entire bedroom. The little chirps on his head made his head look like something that babies liked very much.
Du Wei raised his head and Li Jiaojiao's delicate body trembled. Du Wei saw her big white teeth that flashed coldly.
Almost instantly, Du Wei covered Li Jiaojiao's mouth and pushed her back into the bedroom.
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