Huang Yuteng was dumbfounded. He thought that Qin Ze would at most use a slobber song to deal with it, but after listening to this song, it wasn't a slobber song at all.
There was no problem with premium quality. No, it was the best of the best.
Not only would this kind of song be a hit upon release, but it would also last for a long time. Even if one listened to it again many years later, they would still think it sounded good. It wasn't like a slobber song that would get sick of it after a few days and not want to listen to it anymore.
Huang Yuteng realized that Xu Jiao's eyes were frighteningly bright. She was humming the rhythm of Qin Ze's song.
Not only her, but Xu Lu at the same table, the singers next door, and even further away all had hopeful and excited expressions on their faces. They chewed on the song while looking at the stage with burning eyes.
Of course, they wanted this kind of song. No one wanted to give it up.
The male host said, "Thank you, CEO Qin, for bringing us this song. It's called 'Don't Talk,' right? Thank you!"
The artists below the stage clapped and cooperated.
"But there's something we need to clarify. How much does CEO Qin plan to sell it?"
The host asked the question that everyone wanted to know.
"The starting price is 1.5 million, and each increment must be no less than 100,000," Qin Ze said.
A stone stirred up a thousand ripples. The audience was slightly stirred and whispered to each other.
This price was clearly much higher than what they had expected.
There weren't many gold-medal composers in the entertainment industry today. The most famous ones were in Taiwan and Xiangjiang, and they had worked with the Heavenly Kings and Queens of the 90s. They charged 60,000 to 100,000 yuan for a song or lyrics.
They were the top composers. Low-level songwriters could thank the heavens for a few thousand for a song.
For Qin Ze, it didn't matter if the price was several times higher. Singers were always so partial to talented fast shooters.
But this price was too exaggerated. The starting price was 1.5 million, and each increment must be no less than 100,000. Even celebrities who reeked of money found it hard to accept.
"Because it's a charity gala, he's unscrupulously offering such a high price … That's reasonable."
Many charity galas had auctions, and only in this kind of occasion could the item be sold for ten times the original price. It didn't matter what was sold, the most important thing was the donation.
"Tsk, I reckon most of the singers will withdraw from the auction."
"It's not worth it."
"Let's see how it goes. It's still acceptable if it's within two million."
Those who were more flexible wanted to use the auction to get closer to Qin Ze.
"All copyrights," Qin Ze added.
"…" All the copyrights?
Everyone suddenly realized that this was reasonable. If it was all the copyrights, based on the words "Qin Ze produced" and the quality of this song, there would be no problem at all with such an auction.
The scene immediately heated up, and the stars' eyes lit up with excitement again.
The income of a composer was not just limited to composing songs and lyrics. Famous composers and singers had a kind of cooperative relationship. They wrote songs and composed songs, and the singers sang them. If they became popular, they would receive all kinds of copyright fees.
Moreover, this kind of income was long-term. KTV requests, website downloads, album re-sales, and so on. There was also the annual royalties paid by platforms such as China's Aitong and so on. This was the reason why some singers and composers could live off a single song for a lifetime.
"Then, let's begin." Qin Ze looked at the male emcee.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we'll keep it simple. During the auction, please shout slowly and quietly. Otherwise, we won't be able to see all of you. We won't shout the countdown either. We'll give you enough time," the male emcee said.
"1.6 million." Huang Yuteng raised his hand and shouted.
His voice was clear and audible. It was undeniable that the quality of celebrities was definitely one of the best in the entire society, at least on the stage.
Such a large venue quieted down just like that.
"1.7 million."
The second to bid was Xu Jiao.
As Qin Ze's underlings, they were very responsible in supporting him.
At the same time, if the final price was within an acceptable range, they would fight for it. If not, then so be it. They were different from other artists. Other singers had a hard time getting a song, but they did not lack Qin Ze's nourishment.
We're different.
"1.8 million."
Xu Lu, who was at the same table, made a bid.
"1.9 million."
.....
"2 million."
.....
"2.1 million."
Bidding voices rose one after another.
Qin Ze stood on the stage and was very satisfied with the artists' enthusiastic bidding. Usually, he scrimped on his points and carefully held them in his hands. It was only at times like this that he was willing to be generous.
In any case, he was the successor of communism. When society was in trouble, of course, he had to help. If you're in trouble, I'll help. I live next door, and my surname is Wang.
At this moment, the bidding had reached 3 million. It was very worth it, wasn't it? It was only 30 points, so it was not a loss.
If Qin Ze really donated 5 million in one go, he would have to hesitate. Although he was the successor of communism, the fact that the country tried so hard to get rid of him back then could not be erased.
That didn't seem right. The "me" that the country wanted to get rid of had already been dead for 24 years.
Sure enough, going against the heavens did not end well. Under the light of the national emblem, even animals were suppressed and could not become demons, let alone a mere "Qin Ze."
In the end, the auction was sold for 5 million. It was won by a little fresh meat. He went on stage with a face full of joy and shook hands with Qin Ze.
The money would probably be paid by the entertainment company directly to the foundation, but it would be under Qin Ze's name.
"Thank you, Chairman Qin. Thank you for the opportunity at this charity banquet."
The little fresh meat smiled. His two cheeks filled with hyaluronic acid were especially hilarious.
5 million for a song. No one would believe it if he said it out loud. It felt like the audience would be shocked again.
At first glance, it did not seem worth that much, but this was a charity banquet, so it was understandable that it was more expensive.
And if you looked at it carefully, it was actually a profit. First, it was Qin Ze's "brand" effect, which was destined to be widely noticed. Then, there were various royalties, which would make a long-term profit. In addition, the little fresh meat would gain a wave of popularity and fame. All in all, it was definitely worth more than 5 million.
"I'll get someone to send you the lyrics and music later," Qin Ze said.
"Okay, okay." The little fresh meat nodded vigorously and could not help but shake hands with Qin Ze again.
There was another interesting thing. Although the little fresh meat's acting skills were often criticized, in terms of quality, they were better than the older and second-generation artists.
At least in the few years since the rise of the little fresh meats, no one had ever seen a little fresh meat boasting shamelessly and arrogantly. They were very humble in the industry.
Qin Ze and the little fresh meat in front of him were both little fresh meats, but there was a fundamental difference. He calmly accepted the little fresh meat's respectful attitude.
The charity banquet ended at 10 o 'clock, and the celebrities left one after another.
In the nanny van, Xu Jiao's tone was slightly unwilling. "Chairman Qin, you're really generous. You donated such a song just like that."
In her opinion, it was obviously not worth it. Qin Ze did not lack a few million, so donating money was better than donating a song.
Donating a song was a huge loss. Not only was it money, but there were also many hidden benefits. For example, it would bring a huge amount of popularity to the singer.
Many singers relied on one song their entire lives to become popular, and many years later, people would still remember their names.
"Giving back to society," Qin Ze said.
5 million, plus the 2 million from before, it would be 7 million. Not to mention his sister, even he would feel heartache. Donating a song was not so heart-wrenching. After all, it was not real money. Moreover, it was actually just 30 points.
Xu Jiao secretly rolled her eyes. She wore brown eyeshadow, which made her eyes very eye-catching, charming and pretty. After thinking about it, she burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Chairman Qin, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
Qin Ze looked at her in confusion. What did she want to say?
"I just thought that if Chairman Qin was an ordinary songwriter, he could have many girlfriends in the entertainment industry with this talent alone."
"How do you know that I have many girlfriends?"
"Ah?" Xu Jiao was stunned and widened her eyes. "Then how many girlfriends do you have?"
Her tone was very gossipy.
"I'm just kidding. I don't have a girlfriend," Qin Ze said.
It was not good to say too much. This girl had a good relationship with Qin Bao Bao. What if she let it slip one day?
Even a wise man would make a mistake. Many amazing people often ended up miserably because of a small oversight.
"Liar." Xu Jiao wrinkled her nose.
"Single dog, no girlfriend."
"Don't slander dogs. Dogs are not single. My two poodles work every day."
Heh, this girl was quite eloquent. How could a single dog endure this? She was even worse than a dog.
"What a coincidence, I don't have a boyfriend either." Xu Jiao's smile was reserved and sweet, but her eyes were very bold. It was a look that said, "Come and chase me. If you chase me, I'll catch you."
Qin Ze had seen many similar looks. Young, handsome, talented, rich, and famous. Being a bachelor wasn't enough to describe him. Being a diamond salted fish king was more like it. Thus, his girlfriend had always been a mystery to him, and he was coveted by all kinds of female heroes.
Qin Ze himself often sighed with emotion: I'm bearing the handsomeness that shouldn't exist at this age.
Qin Ze pretended not to understand the meaning in Xu Jiao's eyes. "Start preparing for the single next month."
Although it's not wrong for us to shoot you, we cherish essence. An inch of time is an inch of essence, and an inch of yin can't buy ten drops of essence.
"I know." Xu Jiao pursed her lips and said, "You have to practice singing every day."
"You didn't understand what I meant." Qin Ze said, "What I meant was, take on more work this month and finish the album next month. You have to make up for your losses."
"…" Xu Jiao muttered, "Skinning Boss."
The MPV drove into a certain villa district, and Qin Ze personally sent her to the door. Xu Jiao stood in front of the wrought iron gate, her skirt fluttering as she waved goodbye.
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