Why not sell it?
Why was Zhang Ye so determined?
It was because "Shuidiao Getou: When Will the Moon Appear" had a very mature song in Zhang Ye's world. It was called "Wishing We Last Forever". The original singer was Teresa Teng. This song was one of her most famous songs. It was very popular all over the country. The composer was Liang Hongzhi. Later on, the Heavenly Queen, Faye Wong, also sang it. If one had to say who sang better between Teresa Teng and Faye Wong, it was not easy to judge. Anyway, among the older generation, Teresa Teng was more popular. Among the younger generation, Faye Wong's "Wishing We Last Forever" was the most famous. Faye Wong's voice was relatively clear and elegant. It was very suitable for Su Shi's lyrics.
This song was already deeply ingrained in Zhang Ye's heart. It was also one of his favorite songs, so how could he throw it to this group of people to randomly compose songs?
Listen to these three songs.
One was too popular, one was too obscure, and one was too rock.
What kind of crappy songs are these? Look at how they've been ruined by you!
Of course, maybe Zhang Ye was a little extreme. He was not a person of this world, so he naturally had a special feeling for his world. It was similar to a sense of place. The things from his hometown, no matter what, were good. It was something that made him proud. Hence, Zhang Ye looked down on this world's music standards. Actually, if you looked at it objectively, the three songs were not bad, especially the first song, which was composed by Faye Wong. It was very catchy and could be considered a pretty good song.
But from Zhang Ye's point of view, it was not enough. It was far from enough!
As for copyright, Zhang Ye placed great importance on it. A large part of his life depended on it. It was also the foundation for him to establish himself in this world. Every work's copyright was very meaningful to him. It was too important. Zhang Ye sometimes thought that if he did not do anything for a month and used the Memory Search Capsule to write out all the poems from his world, along with novels and movie scripts, would it make him famous faster if he threw them all into this world? The answer was yes, but also no. It was certain that a good work would attract the attention of others, and his reputation would increase greatly. Negative was that this was killing the goose that laid the golden eggs. Even if his fame soared for a while, with so many works appearing at once, firstly, people were not fools. They would be suspicious. Secondly, there was also the factor of aesthetic fatigue. In the future, no matter what Zhang Ye created, people would think that it was normal and would not pay much attention to it. He would only go downhill from now on. With all his original copyrights used up, without any works to write or produce, what else could he rely on?
Hence, Zhang Ye placed great importance on every single copyright. He wanted to do it slowly, one by one, so that these works from his world could be used to their fullest potential. It would also help Zhang Ye become famous to the greatest extent, and not bombard him with information all at once. That would be undesirable, as it would not be sustainable. Every work had to be used where it was needed!
Fang Weihong frowned, "Teacher Zhang, please reconsider. I personally think that Wang Ge's song is not bad. Sister Zhang also thought the same when she heard it before."
Zhang Ye smiled bitterly. "It's not that I don't want to help, but I really can't."
Having been doubted, Wang Ge could not help but be infuriated, "What's wrong with it?"
"The song is not good. It's not matched well." Zhang Ye said what he had to say. This was not the time for pleasantries.
Wang Ge looked at him with a black face. "Teacher Zhang Ye, when it comes to literary standards, I'm not as good as you. Right now, everyone in this room added together is not as good as you. Everyone has to admit this, and there's nothing to doubt. You are an expert in literature, and we all agree. But when it comes to music, when it comes to the art of music, I believe that anyone here knows it better than you, and knows it better than you. You won't deny this, right? "
When Zhang Ye heard his words, he was amused. He could say that he did not know music, but he could not accept others saying that. Who are you? Do I know you? "That's not necessarily true."
Wang Ge was stunned, and then he laughed, "Is that so? I really don't believe it! "
Zhang Yuanqi looked at him, "Little Wang, how can you speak to Teacher Zhang like that?"
"Sister Zhang, I'm not convinced! I've been in the music business for seven or eight years! It's fine if others doubt me, but not my musical attainment and standards! " Wang Ge had spent too much time on this lyrics. He had spent more than half a month composing the music, and only then did he come out with a satisfactory work. In the end, Zhang Ye said that it was not nice, and that he did not want to sell the copyright, making all their efforts go to waste? It would be a wonder if he was happy!
In front of them, Zhang Yuanqi was an amiable Heavenly Queen, "Alright, Little Wang. Keep that attitude of yours. This is Teacher Zhang's work. He has the right to decide the ownership of this lyrics."
Wang Ge was still unconvinced, and continued, "But he …"
Fang Weihong put on a stern face, "Look at how easy it is to talk to Sister Zhang. Are you not done yet? If you have something to say, say it to me! "
Wang Ge did not say a word. They were not afraid of Sister Zhang, because they knew that the Heavenly Queen never stared at anyone angrily. She was especially nice to everyone, but her manager, Sister Fang, was not so easy to talk to.
Zhang Yuanqi patted Fang Weihong's arm, "Alright, it's not that bad."
After criticizing him, Fang Weihong played the good cop and the bad cop at the same time. She turned to Zhang Ye, "If you are not satisfied, you can get Little Wang or the other two musicians to change it again. If there are any adjustments, you can tell them. When you are satisfied, we can talk about the licensing. Don't be in a hurry to say no. We really like your lyrics, or else we wouldn't have spent half a month on this matter."
Zhang Ye smacked his lips, "I have other uses for this lyrics, so …"
Seeing that the song could not convince him, Fang Weihong tried to move him emotionally, "You said you like Sister Zhang's music, then you should know that it was a long time ago. In the past two years, Sister Zhang has not had any good musical works. Even after releasing an album, the sales were barely good. But everyone knows that it was forced out. She is just living off her past achievements. It's all those hardcore fans buying in. It's already difficult to continue. If this goes on, without any good musical works, those hardcore fans will also leave. Sister Zhang can only give up on music in the future and purely develop in the film and television industry."
Zhang Ye was also a little embarrassed as he said, "I know this. I've also heard about it on the news, but I really find these songs average."
Another musician said, "The price is negotiable. Nowadays, the lyrics of an excellent work by a famous lyricist are usually priced at fifty thousand to one hundred thousand. Even the best lyrics don't exceed one hundred and fifty thousand."
"Yes." Fang Weihong said, "We can pay you 150,000 in licensing fees, as long as you give us the copyright of the lyrics. We are preparing to make this song into a single. After it's recorded in the next few days, we will first release a demo version on the internet. It's quite urgent. What do you think …"
Zhang Ye was unfazed, "It's not about the money. It's the song that won't do."
Wang Ge spoke again, "The song won't do? Then why don't you compose a song for us to broaden our horizons? "
Fang Weihong narrowed her eyes and slammed the table heavily, "Wang Ge! Do you really want me to fall out with you? "
"Sister Fang, I just can't stand him being like that! He keeps saying that our song isn't good, but it's clearly an excuse! I guess other companies must have found him first! "Wang Ge said.
Fang Weihong looked at Zhang Ye, "Is that so, Teacher Zhang?"
Zhang Yuanqi also looked at Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye said, "When I was arrested, Sister Zhang gave my poem a Like. Quite a number of Sister Zhang's fans also helped me. That's why I was released so quickly. If Sister Zhang is in trouble, I will definitely help if I can. However, this poem is different. No company has contacted me to buy the copyright. You are the first. However, this poem is very important to me. Hai, it looks like I can't explain it clearly?" Saying that, he looked at Wang Ge, "You say that everyone here knows music better than me? You even want me to compose a song for you to broaden your horizons? Alright, then I'll make a fool of myself today. "
Fang Weihong exclaimed, "You know how to compose?"
The other staff members also fainted. Don't you study history or write novels or poems? Compose? You even know how to compose?
Wang Ge was at a loss of whether to laugh or cry, "Alright, then we are all ears!"
Trying to goad me? You are so childish! This bro … This bro is good at goading!
Zhang Ye was also angered by this. I don't know music? Alright! I'll let you all broaden your horizons today! Actually, he wanted to tell Zhang Yuanqi that he had a better choice for this song. Besides, he was planning to leave this song for himself to sing in the future. He was not deliberately not selling the copyright, so he did not want Sister Zhang to misunderstand.
Zhang Yuanqi said to him, "Teacher Zhang, if my team members say something inappropriate, I'll get them to apologize to you. As for composing, forget about it. What Little Wang said was also …"
Zhang Ye flatly said, "It's fine. Give me the guitar!"
A musician winked and handed the guitar to him. He was the person who had played the guitar and sang by himself.
Zhang Ye also copied him and sat there. He straddled the guitar and after about a minute, he suddenly coughed and took the guitar off and handed it back to that person.
That musician was stunned, "What's the matter?"
Zhang Ye said awkwardly, "I don't know how to play the guitar."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room nearly fainted. If you don't know how to play the guitar, why are you acting all high and mighty with the guitar!?
Zhang Ye touched the microphone in front of him and tested it, "Next, I'll be singing a song for everyone. It's called 'Wishing We Last Forever'. Sorry for my incompetence."
Wang Ge sneered in the audience.
A few musicians were also absent-mindedly waiting to hear it.
Other than Zhang Yuanqi, who was expressionless, everyone else looked doubtful. They knew that Zhang Ye was probably just being angry. No one thought that he would compose a song. Compose? That was something only people who specialized in music could do! You don't even know how to play the guitar. You probably don't even know how to read a musical staff. You're a literary writer who studies the history of the Three Kingdoms. You're a person who writes supernatural novels and fairy tales. How can you compose a song!?
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