Amid the deafening applause and cheers in the bar, Song Yi bowed slightly and stepped down with his friend Xu Shuangcheng.

Xu Shuangcheng was excited, excited, and a faint melancholy because he didn't do his best! He said in the cheers of the audience: "Old Song, your scene explodes directly! When he turned around, Brother Ding cut it out, it will definitely be defined as a god-level scene."

Brother Ding is what Wu Xuan calls "Xiao Ding". He is currently a student and editor of the director department of the Magic City Film Academy.

Song Yi was a little tired after singing, gasping slightly, holding a cigarette in his hand, and said, "It doesn't matter if it's a god or a god. We have to prepare for the next singing."

Either he doesn't do it, and he has to do his best to do it. This is his current philosophy. He used to waste too much time! In the end, he ended up in his thirties and achieved nothing.

If you let time down, time will definitely let you down.

The petite Zhu Sisi and the small and thin young man He Zhou were waiting at the end of the game. Hearing the conversation between the two, Zhu Sisi smiled enthusiastically and said: "

Song Yi, you don’t have to prepare for the third performance. Someone in the live broadcast room just gave you a reward of 500,000, and the Muskets Band has lost. You can check your phone quickly.”

If you know a little bit of music, everyone who performs live knows that the Muskets will never be able to turn the tables. Their remaining two songs don't have to be sung at all.

He Zhou also smiled and said hello, giving a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

Xu Shuangcheng widened his eyes. Damn, a reward of 500,000 yuan?

Song Yi was a little surprised, and then humbly thanked the two of them, "Sister Sisi, Brother He, thank you!" He returned to the lounge together. He first snuffed the cigarette and threw it into the garbage can in the lounge, sat down, took out his mobile phone to see what was going on in the live broadcast room.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is still dense, all of which are praising his song "In Spring". The camera is currently facing the empty stage. But the enthusiasm of tourists and fans is still high.

It makes people feel refreshed.

Song Yi looked through the records and saw all kinds of comments about rewards before. In summary, he summed up: fame and fortune are gained, record companies, brokerage companies will call him, etc.

Just as they watched, Wu Xuan and Hu Baiyu came to the backstage lounge together.

Wu Xuan smiled like a flower, responded to everyone's greetings, and said with a smile: "Song Yi, you sang very well. You won this game. Han Dongfang, a few of them in the Musket Band, had already left."

Song Yi had just heard Zhu Sisi say the news and confirmed it online, but now he heard Wu Xuan say that the Musket Band is "fleeing", and he feels a little more joy in his heart. He smiles and says sincerely: "Sister Xuan, thank you."

Without Wu Xuan's arrangements for him, how could Zhou Yanming from Ergou Recording Studio do his best to help coordinate the recording studio and musician?

Moreover, the third song was not sung, but Wu Xuan clearly agreed to help him. The reason he told Xu Shuangcheng that he would win was also a truth, although it was a consolation for his friends.

In the live broadcast room, appearance is justice!

She is very beautiful.

"This is all your own ability!" Wu Xuan smiled and said, "Don't leave later, let's go have a midnight snack together and have some wine to celebrate. Sisi, you go on stage first! He Zhou will follow you later."

"Sister Xuan, open and bright!" Zhu Sisi gave a thumbs up and went on stage with a smile. Wu Xuan saw that they all wanted to make friends with Song Yi, so she arranged a dinner party directly. She didn't see Hu Baiyu bringing her? She added a WeChat message when she went back to drink, and it would be easier to leave it to the phone.

Relationships are all developed! She has been living in the underground music circle for many years, and of course she understands this kind of human relationship and worldly style.

He Zhou smiled at Wu Xuan, unable to hide his admiration, and quickly lowered his head, "Yes."

Wu Xuan felt helpless. She was loved by people who had work relationships. It was embarrassing to meet from time to time, but she had long been used to the eyes of various men at her. She explained to Hu Baiyu: "Brother Hu, you can rest here." Then she said to Song Yi, Xu Shuangcheng smiled and said, "You two come with me!"

Take the two to the street at the back door of Jasmine Bar.

At the back door of the bar, the street lights are dim and the shadows of trees are mottled. Occasionally, a few cars drive by, making the street quieter at around 10 o'clock in the evening.

Wu Xuan gently stroked the hair in her ear, and she looked like a beautiful and pure beauty, and smiled and said, "Shuangcheng, why didn't you sing a harmony behind you?" Now there is no one else, and she speaks much more casually.

Xu Shuangcheng smiled silly, "Sister Xuan, I'm afraid of disturbing Song Yi's pretense. He sings with a cigarette in his arms is so handsome!"

Wu Xuan chuckled, and the smile on the corner of her mouth overflowed, "That's right. Your decision is right." As she said that, she looked at Song Yi, the handsome big boy, and joked: "Song Yi, I can't tell that you are still a classmate with a story! Tell me, who is she?"

Song Yi glared at Xu Shuangcheng first and stopped the boy from talking nonsense about Zhou Yutong. He explained with a smile: "Sister Xuan, I did not write songs for myself, but just processed them based on the art of the story."

Since he cheated on the golden finger of "Apocalypse", he would have doubts about him: Without corresponding life experience and experience, how can he write such a work?

Faced with this situation, he could only make excuses. Li Taibai also wrote palace resentment poems back then. Could it be that he was a palace maid first? There are many such things in history. Imagine, you must imagine!

Art comes from life, but is higher than life. You don’t have to be the person involved, you can learn the field!

If you take a step back, if others don’t believe it, it’s written by him, so what can you do? As long as you can’t find the same work, he will not involve plagiarism, and how can he do it if the doubts are loud? He just needs to throw out the work again and again, which is enough to defeat the doubts.

Wu Xuan's pretty Bai Songyi glanced at him, "It's weird if you believe in you!" He had a different kind of vividness and closeness. He said again: "

The reward amount in the live broadcast room today is particularly large. With my experience, you will soon become popular. There will be many agency companies and record companies coming to you next.

In addition, your creative ability will be paid attention to by the outside world, and there will be various requests to come over to invite you to sing and buy songs.

You have to make plans early and find an agent to deal with these trivial matters. You can concentrate on recording the songs early and upload them to the online music platform. First convert popularity into profits. Then use the download data to discuss the contract conditions with the record company.

Once you sign a big record company, you will focus on writing and posting songs. After a few albums, you will definitely have a place in the Chinese music scene. There is no problem with the meager fans exceeding 10 million to become a first-line singer."

This is guiding him on the way forward. Song Yi had other plans in his heart, but he still looked at Wu Xuan's beautiful eyes and said sincerely: "Sister Xuan, thank you."

Wu Xuan smiled and accepted Song Yi's gratitude, and then avoided the gentle and clear eyes of the handsome boy without any trace. His eyes were very beautiful, with mature and restrained people who were not of his age. I don't know how many women would be immersed in his eyes in the future.

She turned to Xu Shuangcheng and smiled and said, "Xu Shuangcheng, you have to come on."

After tonight's performance, the Flower Band has actually died in name only.

Xu Shuangcheng patted Song Yi on the shoulder and sighed: "Sister Xuan, brothers are too strong, I can't do anything about it! I will study hard after I go back and become an amateur player in the future."

"Puff!"

Wu Xuan couldn't help but smile, looking at Song Yi for no reason, with a pair of spiritual eyes vividly: Look at you, your friends are thrown away by you and want to leave the music circle.

"The amount of rewards today is relatively large, so I will transfer them to you with a bank card later. First, share the 500,000 rewards from "Jingzhe Can't Hun Ming" to you. The subsequent settlement will take some time. Send me an account.

Song Yi smiled slightly and accurately grasped the meaning in Wu Xuan's eyes, but it was not easy to refute. He and Xu Shuangcheng had a tacit understanding when they were drinking a few days ago. Xu Shuangcheng was unwilling to take advantage of him, and he would not force him to his friends, so he gave Xu Shuangcheng a harmonious treatment.

"Okay, Sister Xuan."

Wu Xuan smiled and nodded, not caring about the affairs between their brothers, and said, "Let's chat when you drink later. You can do your own thing first, and I'll send you a WeChat message to notify you." After that, he went back to the bar and went to work hard.

Song Yi first sent his bank account to Wu Xuan on WeChat, and prepared to find a convenience store to buy some snacks and drinks to make his stomach first. Although he had a meal with his cousin in Magic City Film and Television City before coming, the performance was quite expensive just now.

Of course, they are in a good mood now. They need to taste the taste of "victory" well!

The 500,000 yuan reward from the "Jingzhe Can't Stop Ming" was half drawn on the tiger fish platform. The Jasmine Bar was then drawn 40% of the remaining part, and it fell to Song Yi for 150,000 yuan!

This money is also a lot for Song Yi.

The "fame" that wins both fame and fortune is still within a small range for the time being, but this "profit" is about to be obtained.

Comfortable.

At this time, a tall man came out of the back door of the bar, with a smile on his face, and came over in just a few steps, and smiled heartily: "Hello, Mr. Song, hello!"

Xu Shuangcheng looked shocked. Damn, Sister Xuan is very foresighted! Someone came to find Lao Song so soon.

"Hello." Song Yi reached out and shook the visitor, spoke on his own initiative, and said in confusion: "Do you have something to ask me for?"

Lai Ren said: "To introduce myself, I am a small shareholder of Rock Company and agent Shi Xinmin. I just heard you sing another good song created by yourself in the bar. It's so wonderful! I wonder if you have any intention of selling the works you have in your hand?"

Song Yi simply refused and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shi, I have no intention of selling it at the moment."

In this world line, copyright protection is strictly protected. The situation in the entire industry is a bit similar to the situation in the American record industry.

The copyright of a song is sometimes very complicated and not all in the hands of the original creator. For example, "Buy Songs" at this time is one of them.

As a songwriter, he sold the copyright. Currently, the first-class creators in the industry sell songs fluctuate around 100,000 yuan per song.

But if you are the top creator, the cost of selling songs is as high as 200,000 to 300,000 yuan per song, and the fine songs can be priced at one million yuan. You can even ask to share some subsequent copyright income as the songwriter.

It depends entirely on how to play.

But he is not a producer who produces "againstant quality". His songs come from "Apocalypse", which are all good works in the original world line. How could he sell songs?

Only songs he can't sing will he consider selling them or giving them to exchange for favors.

Shi Xinmin was a little stunned. Is this too straightforward to refuse? He quickly remedyed: "Mr. Song, I am willing to spend 120,000 yuan to buy your song "start from scratch". This is the price for the first-class creators in the industry to sell songs."

He is not buying songs at the price of a newcomer, it is definitely a sincere price.

Song Yi shook his head and refused, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shi, I still have something to do."

Shi Xinmin immediately frowned slightly. The "Rock" company he works in is a second-tier label in the record industry, and behind it is a giant like "Tengda Music".

Since the record industry, companies that have mastered distribution channels have been giants in the industry.

Whether it is out of capital pursuit of profits or cruel market competition, the giants finally adopt the model of "controlling" the entire industry: in addition to owning their own large record companies, there are many small and medium-sized companies surrounding them.

The industry rules are: 50% of the equity of these small and medium-sized companies belong to giants.

He was rejected twice and felt a little unhappy. He said with a slight smile: "Mr. Song, I forgot to introduce one thing, I am the agent of the Muskets."
Chapter completed!