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Selling the copyright, you don't even have to go to work
He hung up the phone.
Yang Mi was very nervous.
He clicked on the message sent by his mother and had a simple understanding of Shen Mu.
Then, he clicked on the calligraphy video and watched it a few times.
This poem was simply too beautiful.
Especially the last two sentences.
Although she couldn't do professional poetry appreciation.
It was also unclear if the lyrics would be popular if they were adapted into songs.
However, Yang Mi was very sure that the song adapted from this lyrics would definitely not be bad!
Thinking of this, Yang Mi's heart was beating very fast.
Excitement!
At the same time, he was a little nervous.
What if Shen Mu didn't agree?
Should he offer a high price in advance?
She had just hung up the phone, but her father had not replied.
Yang Mi's brain was already spinning rapidly.
The more she thought about it, the more worried she became. Yang Mi picked up her phone again and sent a message to her father."Dad, help me talk to him. I'm willing to pay him 500,000 yuan a year for the copyright fees! It will remain the same every year after that."
This price was actually considered very high in the industry.
Yang Mi did not release songs often, so the sales of her songs were average.
Even with the support of fans, they did not earn much money.
500,000 yuan a year was even higher than the price she offered to the previous lyricist.
Not only that, Shen Mu was not a professional lyricist.
Logically speaking, this price was very suitable.
Yang Mi didn't know how much she could earn from releasing her songs, so she promised 500,000 yuan a year.
Every year after that, Yang Mi would send money to Shen Mu.
It was worth it for any non-professional.
On the other side, his father, who had replied instantly, did not respond for a long time.
Yang Mi held her phone. When the screen went off, she pressed it again, afraid that she would miss a message.
Her eyes were fixed on the name " Shen Mu ".
Thinking of that poem, a doubt gradually began to arise in his heart.
Because she was in a hurry to find good lyrics, she forgot a very important question.
According to his parents, this young man was just an ordinary person who had just graduated from university.
How could he write such good lyrics?
Even if you majored in Chinese Literature, you might not be able to write such a good poem.
At this moment, Yang Mi was a little curious about Shen Mu.
.......
At this moment, Yang Chengguang hung up the phone and froze on the spot.
His old face flushed red as he looked at Shen Mu with his neck straightened.
Mrs. Yang elbowed him." What's wrong? Do you still remember losing the game?"
"No, my daughter gave me a mission.”
Yang Chengguang pursed his lips and didn't say anything. His old face turned white, then red again.
He had already promised his daughter, but why couldn't he move his feet?
Looking at his expression, Mrs. Yang was even more confused.
Logically speaking, this old man should be in a better mood after calling his daughter, right?
Why did it feel worse?
What did his daughter say to the old man on the phone?
Mrs. Yang was about to ask again.
Yang Chengguang finally started walking in one direction.
Rather than walking, it was more like moving.
He used to be old and vigorous, but why did he feel like he had aged several years now?
His eyes were fixed on Shen Mu in the crowd.
He began to rehearse how to speak in his mind.
Slowly approaching.
The group of uncles who were drinking tea and chatting also noticed Yang Chengguang's actions from the corner of their eyes.
"Sigh, Old Yang, you're here to drink tea too?”Uncle Di held his teacup and waved at Yang Chengguang.
Yang Chengguang felt his throat tighten and his mouth dry.
He didn't rush to speak and shook his head first.
When he walked in front of them, these old men noticed Yang Chengguang's gaze.
Was he looking at Shen Mu?
Shen Mu also felt that burning gaze.
Putting down the teacup, Shen Mu looked up at his flushed face.
Could it be that he was still angry because she had won against him?
But this expression doesn't look like it.
While he was still speculating, Yang Chengguang suddenly stammered," Little Shen, there's, there's something I want to ask of you."”
His voice was hoarse, as if he was anxious, but also as if he did not know how to open his mouth and thought for a long time before saying it.
As soon as he finished speaking.
Everyone around the tea table fell silent.
They were stunned.
He wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.
What did Yang Chengguang say?
Do you have something to ask of Shen Mu?
Yang Chengguang, who had just proudly said that he would definitely defeat Shen Mu one day, had something to ask Shen Mu for help in just a few minutes?!
Yang Chengguang noticed everyone's stunned expressions.
He gritted his teeth.
He knew that everyone would react this way.
However, when he thought of his daughter's anxiety, Yang Chengguang couldn't care less.
Shen Mu was also a little surprised. He blinked and slowly said," Yes, Uncle Yang, please tell me. Let's see if there's anything I can help you with."”
"Yes, it's like this."
Yang Chengguang became a little embarrassed. After all, he was facing a young man.
This was the first time in decades that he had asked a young man for help.
Halfway through his sentence, Yang Chengguang took a deep breath and his tone became serious." Little Shen, I just sent your calligraphy to my daughter. My daughter likes your poem very much. I wonder if I can buy the copyright of your poem. My daughter wants to use it to adapt a song.”
Shen Mu was stunned.
An adapted song?
Uncle Yang's daughter?
Who was Uncle Yang's daughter?
Could it be a singer?
Ever since Shen Mu transmigrated, he had never understood what the entertainment industry of this world was like.
However, he had never thought of understanding it.
In his previous world, he had no interest in the entertainment industry.
Looking at Yang Chengguang's plain clothes, Shen Mu guessed that he was probably a niche singer, or he simply liked the lyrics and used them to adapt the song as a souvenir.
At this moment, the uncles and aunties were dumbfounded.
They were familiar with each other, so they naturally knew who Yang Chengguang's daughter was.
Yang Mi, one of the four young actresses a few years ago, was an A-list female celebrity in the country!
It wasn't strange that he liked Shen Mu's poems.
But the strange thing was that Yang Mi actually wanted to use it to adapt it into a song!
Although their children were in the entertainment industry, these elders did not know much about the entertainment industry.
After all, he was already in his sixties or seventies. He didn't have enough fun every day and didn't have the experience to understand them.
Could a song be adapted from a poem?
They did not understand.
Using such a good poem to adapt a song?
Would it sound good?
They did not understand either.
All they knew was that Yang Chengguang's arrogant look was now completely different from before. It was a little magical.
Not to mention these people, even Aunt Yang found it strange.
Her old man had lowered his head to his 'competitor' for his daughter?
Everyone's mood was strange.
Only Shen Mu recovered his calm expression after the surprise.
In fact, many ancient poems in the previous world had been adapted into songs, and this "Shuidiao Ge Tou" was no exception.
It wasn't surprising that he was chosen by others and wanted to adapt it into a song.
Shen Mu nodded," Okay, Uncle Yang, what price do you want for your daughter?"”
Shen Mu had never thought of adapting the poem to make money.
However, since someone wanted to buy the copyright, he definitely couldn't give it to her for free.
"My daughter said that the price is negotiable.”
Hearing that Shen Mu had agreed, Yang Chengguang no longer felt any sense of shame. Instead, he began to get excited.
If he successfully signed the copyright and his daughter's work was completed, would he be considered to have helped his daughter?!
Yang Chengguang's hand trembled slightly as he took out his phone.
It was rare that the corners of his mouth began to rise wantonly.
He took out his phone and happened to see Yang Mi's message.
Yang Chengguang was flabbergasted when he saw the contents of the chat box." One year? 500,000 a year?!”
500,000 a year, no fixed number of years.
In other words, five million in ten years?!
Just a poem, and he did not have to do anything for a year, and he earned the same amount of money as office workers now!
It was even more than what he earned at work!
If he sold the copyright of this poem to his daughter, Shen Mu wouldn't have to do anything in the future. It would be enough for him to just sit at home and wait for money every day?
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