About 20 minutes later, the driver called Zhang Ye to inform him that he was already downstairs. Zhang Ye went out to take a look. It was a new car brand from this world. He did not recognize the logo, but it was probably a high-end car. The specifications were not bad, and it looked like it was asking for help. But you should at least tell me first. What's the matter? If this bro can't help you when the time comes, wouldn't that be a waste?
When it was almost ten o 'clock, an unknown number called.
Zhang Ye really did not want to sell it, "I don't think there's a need to listen to it. Why don't you take a look at my other poems? For example, 'Remembering Your Charm – Remembrance of the Crimson Cliff'. I'll license it to you for free. "
The musician could not bear to listen any further. He came over and said, "But this is pop music. If it's not pop, and the melody isn't catchy, how can it be called pop music?" This tune was probably composed by him.
"Hello, Sister Zhang." Zhang Ye also pretended to shake hands with her. This was the first time he had seen Zhang Yuanqi smile at him in such a pleasant manner. This fellow was not used to it.
One of the musicians on the other side understood and informed a staff member.
Very soon, Fang Weihong's figure appeared in the lobby. She was a woman in her thirties. She was not very pretty, but she looked quite capable. She was probably someone who spoke and did things neatly. If not, she would not have been trusted by Zhang Yuanqi to be her manager. This was a rather important position.
F * * k, there were people in this world who were eyeing this poem?
Anyway, after listening for a long time, Zhang Ye was not interested at all. He said, "This tune is not nice. It's too obscure." He was not a professional, so he could only speak based on his feelings.
… …
The three of them sat down.
Ding. The elevator arrived.
"Do you have time now?" Fang Weihong asked.
When a few staff members heard this, they were unhappy. They were thinking that it was such a good opportunity for a super S-list Heavenly Queen like Zhang Yuanqi to use your poem to publish her music. If it were anyone else, they would not even have the time to be excited. Why did you have such an attitude? You still don't want to sell it? What's the point of keeping this poem? Besides, even if you want to publish it, the two copyrights do not overlap. There's no conflict!
This time, it was sung in a bel canto style. The charm was passable, but the melody was not nice!
Get the phone number from the television station?
Fang Weihong couldn't help but say, "Let's listen first."
Zhang Ye waved it off. "They're all not nice to hear. I've already said that I really don't want to sell this poem. Let's forget about it." It was not that he did not want to give Zhang Yuanqi face, but Zhang Ye had other uses for this poem. If he were to give them the authorization, this poem would be ruined. Furthermore, the finished product would definitely not do well!
"Yes, I'm on leave today." Zhang Ye was actually waiting for her.
"Didn't Wei Hong tell you?" Zhang Yuanqi smiled and said, "Actually, she just wants to buy your copyright."
When the last person finished singing, Fang Weihong sought Zhang Ye's opinion, "Teacher Zhang, what do you think?"
Zhang Ye did not stand on ceremony. "Alright, I'll text you the address."
Zhang Yuanqi stretched out her hand and smiled gently, "Hello, Teacher Zhang. Nice to meet you."
In a business district.
However, Fang Weihong did not understand. She even introduced, "Let me introduce you. This is Teacher Zhang Ye." Looking at Zhang Ye, she said, "Teacher Zhang, I don't think I need to introduce Sister Zhang, right?"
The two of them walked into a large recording studio. There were about eight or nine people inside. Zhang Ye immediately saw Zhang Yuanqi inside.
"Why?" Fang Weihong frowned.
Fang Weihong greeted the staff and then said to Zhang Ye, "The next song was composed by another composer and lyricist. It has a strong ancient flavor and the melody is very unique."
Zhang Ye was stunned.
The car stopped and the driver got out to invite Zhang Ye in. After informing the staff at the front desk, the female staff made a phone call.
Zhang Ye blinked his eyes, "Buy my copyright? I don't have any copyright anymore. " "Analysis of the Three Kingdoms" was completely sold. "Ghost Blows Out the Light" was also basically sold. Right, the movie copyright for "Ghost Blows Out the Light" was still there. However, even if Zhang Yuanqi wanted to make a movie, she should not be the one buying the copyright. That was the producer's job.
Zhang Yuanqi smiled lightly, "Then let's listen to the last song?"
Fang Weihong explained, "It's like this, Teacher Zhang. We would like to buy the copyright for your 'Shuidiao Getou: When the Bright Moon Appears'. Actually, it's not considered buying the copyright. We just want to obtain the authorization from you, the original author. This is because we all think highly of this poem and want to turn it into a pop song. In the end, it will be sung by Sister Zhang. Hence, we would like to use your poem as the lyrics, while we provide the soundtrack. This is a win-win situation. It will also allow your poem to be more popular and spread."
"Come, let's go upstairs first. We'll talk as we walk." Fang Weihong was wearing flat shoes and walked to the elevator with him. She said, "I was supposed to pick you up, but something came up and I couldn't leave. Sorry for the delay. Please don't mind me. Besides, it's not good to ask for your help over the phone. It involves some trade secrets, so I would like to seek your opinion in person. Well, we'll know when we go up."
The copyright for "Shuidiao Getou"?
"Hello, are you Teacher Zhang Ye?" The voice on the other end was a woman's voice. It was more mature, and her tone was crisp and capable, "My name is Fang Weihong. You might not know me, but you should have heard of Zhang Yuanqi. I'm Zhang Yuanqi's manager. I just got your contact information from your television station. Sorry for disturbing you, but I'll get straight to the point. We would like to ask for your help."
Zhang Ye waved his hand, "Anyway, it's definitely not possible. Sorry."
Zhang Yuanqi didn't give you my cell phone number?
Morning.
"It's the author of 'Shuidiao Getou'."
Immediately, the other people in the room looked at Zhang Ye, as if they were paying attention to him.
In a high-class office building.
Wang Ge had to give face to Sister Zhang. He did not say a word and sat down to listen.
"Alright, thank you first. Let's talk when we meet." Fang Weihong hung up.
Zhang Ye looked at her and shook hands with her, "You must be Sister Fang. I've heard a lot about you." Actually, he had never heard of her, but since it was a chat, he had to say so.
Zhang Ye was taking a nap at home.
Zhang Ye shook his head, "It's not nice. The pop elements are too much, causing the entire song to lose its ancient charm and flavor. It doesn't match the mood of the lyrics."
Zhang Yuanqi smiled unhurriedly, "That poem is a narrative, so it's not suitable for lyrics. Besides, the mood is not suitable for a woman like me to sing."
In the end, the musician said, "I'll play and sing by myself. I'm not satisfied with the demo, as I'm in a rush." He walked over and picked up a guitar. As he strummed, he sang, "Zhuge! Luoqihu! Zhao Wumian! " He brought up the latter lyrics and used it on the first line. Furthermore, he used it in a rock style.
"Compared to Sister Zhang, he's definitely not that famous. I don't know what he's thinking either."
Zhang Yuanqi looked over and laughed, "Weihong, you're back? This is? "She was acting like something.
Zhang Yuanqi laughed, "Let's do it this way. Why don't we let Teacher Zhang listen to the song first?"
However, Zhang Ye's answer was very firm, "I'm sorry, I might not be able to help you with this. If you want to use other poems, I can license it to you for free. Sister Zhang … I've always admired her. I like her movies and music, so money doesn't matter. However, I definitely can't license this poem."
Wang Ge vowed, "I guarantee that if you use my accompaniment, this song will definitely become popular!"
The next song was played.
Zhang Yuanqi smiled and gestured, "Little Wang, don't be anxious. Sit down first and let Teacher Zhang listen to another song."
Fang Weihong said, "It's not clear over the phone. Let's talk in detail when we meet. What's your address? Send it to me, and I'll arrange for a car to pick you up. I've seen the news on the internet recently. It seems like you have a lot of things to do, so I called to ask first. I was afraid you wouldn't have the time. "
The staff went to the console and played a pre-recorded song. It wasn't Zhang Yuanqi's voice, but another woman's. Her singing skills were average, and it was probably just a sample of a song. "When will the bright moon appear? Pour me a cup of wine. I ask the blue sky. I wonder, the palace in the sky. Tonight, what year is it …" A few words were added in the middle, and a few words and lyrics were changed.
Zhang Yuanqi looked at Zhang Ye, "What do you think?"
There were a few musicians who did not look too good.
"Yes, our team has produced three songs. This is the last one." Fang Weihong said.
"Sister Zhang." Fang Weihong also called her sister. It was unknown if she was older than her, or if it was an official title.
Fang Weihong also knew that things might not go smoothly. She had already made plans for this. This was also the reason why she did not reveal it over the phone, but directly asked Zhang Ye to come over. She was afraid that Zhang Ye would not agree, so she wanted to persuade him in person. She also wanted to use the finished product to move him. If it was an ancient poem, the law stipulated that the copyright belonged to the original author many years after his death, so it did not matter. However, Zhang Ye's "Shuidiao Getou" had just been composed, so the copyright belonged to him. It did not belong to any company, so if they wanted to use his lyrics, they needed Zhang Ye's approval. Otherwise, it would be impossible. "Alright, Teacher Zhang, listen to it first. Who knows, you might change your mind. Hur Hur. Let me apologize to you first. Without your approval, we got a few musicians in the industry to compose the song."
Fang Weihong introduced, "This song has a strong pop appeal. There are some slight changes to the original poem, but they are just empty words. The changes are not too big, so it is still the original."
"So arrogant? Is he very famous? "
Only then did Zhang Ye understand. The Heavenly Queen did not even mention that the two of them knew each other. Indeed, the two meetings were a little ambiguous. Besides, it was a man and a woman alone, so it was not good to tell others. "What's the matter?"
Fang Weihong looked around, "Teacher Zhang?"
Zhang Ye was not used to it, "Sister Zhang, Sister Fang, why did you call me here?"
"Who is this person?"
"Hello." Zhang Ye yawned and answered. He rubbed his eyes as he woke up.
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