Chapter 40
"Didn't it all say that it's almost healed in the morning? Why has it become more serious again?"
"Sister Yan, don't listen to Fangfang. I accidentally slapped again when I went down the stairs. I'm fine now."
At noon, in a superior suite of the Hilton Hotel.
While Lin Yao was on the phone with Mo Yan, she covered Fangfang's mouth with the other hand.
Xiaosuke ideal broke free to speak, but was afraid of hurting Lin Yao, so he had to be obediently suppressed by his own unconscious artist.
"You!"
Mo Yan knew Lin Yao's character, and knew that her injury might not be so light, and he sighed:
"Forget it, anyway, the third issue of "Super Challenge" will be recorded in a few days. You can rest in Jiang Rong for a few days. I contacted a recording studio for you, and you recorded "The Roof" by the way."
After returning to the hotel, Lin Yao told Mo Yan and Fang Xiaole that he had agreed to sell the song to her.
"By the way, what's the price? I'm going to the company tomorrow to talk to Mr. Chen about your new album, just in time for him to send someone to follow up on the payment and the copyright of the song."
After arranging Lin Yao's schedule for the past few days, Mo Yan asked by the way.
In her opinion, songs written by grassroots singers like Fang Xiaole, plus personal sentiment, cost up to 30,000 to 40,000. This small amount of money is just a matter of casual mention with the company.
"Four hundred thousand." Lin Yao answered calmly.
"What?!" Mo Yan's voice rose suddenly, and she said in disbelief, "Four hundred thousand?! You really talked to others like that?"
"Yes, that's it, it only costs 400,000." Lin Yao said naturally.
"It's only four hundred thousand?" Mo Yan was a little speechless.
"My aunt, why did he give him 400,000 yuan for a song written by an unknown person? Your company money fell from the sky?"
"What an unknown person, I think Fang Xiaole is quite talented, not worse than those famous songwriters!"
Lin Yao was upset, and rarely spoke to people loudly: "Furthermore, four hundred thousand is not too much. I remember the last time you talked about the copyright of a song, it was also two hundred thousand."
"The song last time was the work of a well-known songwriter, and it was only 200,000 yuan. No matter how good Fang Xiaole's song is, it is impossible to double the price, right?"
Mo Yan felt a little strange. Lin Yao is not such a reckless person on weekdays. How could he rashly promise someone a sky-high price this time?
She tried to continue to persuade Lin Yao: "And you think about it, how could the company agree to buy a work of an unknown singer for 400,000 yuan, no matter how good it sounds, at most 100,000 yuan."
Lin Yao was silent, and said softly after a moment: "I'm sorry, Sister Yan, I am too capricious."
"It's okay, let me explain to Fang Xiaole." Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and she was still the gentle and well-behaved little fairy of her own.
"I will record the demo of the chorus as soon as possible with Fang Xiaole. After listening to the company, I feel that the song will be given as much as it is worth. I will pay 400,000 yuan for the rest."
But Lin Yao's next words were like a series of high-altitude bombings, and Mo Yan's head was dizzy.
"You and Fang Xiaole sang this song together?"
"No matter how much the company pays, you have to pay for the 400,000 yuan yourself?"
"Lin Yao, are you crazy?!" Mo Yan, who was just relieved, couldn't help but yelled at his "gentle and well-behaved little fairy".
"Do you know how your fans would react if they heard you sing a love song with an unknown man on the new album? There will be a lot of people out of fans!
Also, why do you post money yourself? You are stupid, Fang Xiaole is the one who sells songs, and the company is the one who buys songs. You just need to sing well. What are you doing with yourself? "
"Yes, Sister Yan makes sense!" Lin Yao suddenly woke up.
"What makes sense?" Mo Yan suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Fang Xiaole, the one who sells songs, is the one who bought the songs.
The copyright of this song belongs to me and him...cough, it belongs to me.
The four hundred thousand yuan should be paid out by me.
This matter has nothing to do with the company, the company only I need to agree to include this song in my new album."
Sure enough, Lin Yao's words almost made Mo Yan faint on the spot.
"Lin Yao!!!"
"Sister Yan, I'm serious. I really like this song. I don't want to give the copyright to others. I have already negotiated the price with Fang Xiaole. I don't want to be a person who doesn't believe in words."
Lin Yao interrupted Mo Yan and said in a firm tone that she had never had before.
Mo Yan was speechless for a while. She understood Lin Yao. Although she seemed weak, once she insisted on one thing, no one could change it.
"Well, I will send the address and contact person of the recording studio to Fangfang, Lin Yao... I hope this song will not disappoint me."
"Thank Sister Yan, you are the best." Lin Yao happily held the phone microphone with a sweet voice.
"Oh, you! That's it, you have a good rest and don't get hurt anymore."
Mo Yan is very efficient. Soon after he hung up the phone, he sent Fangfang the address and contact information of the recording studio.
After Fangfang contacted the other party, she agreed to record the song at 1 p.m. the day after tomorrow, and Lin Yao could also practice singing there these two days.
This time is also negotiated with the other party according to Lin Yao's request, because entering the recording studio is not a simple matter.
Prior to this, singers must master the songs, polish the details, and blend into the emotions, so that they can record the best results.
Otherwise, it is a waste of equipment and time.
Moreover, "Roof" is a chorus song for men and women, and both choruses need to run in with each other to enhance their tacit understanding.
There are less than two days left from now, and I want to practice and run in to the best condition, and the time is very tight.
In other words, Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole must practice together for more than a day.
And this is exactly Lin Yao's purpose.
Wow, I can be with him for two whole days this time, so happy!
Lin Yao jumped into flight with joy, with a calm expression on her face, sending a voice to Fang Xiaole in front of Fangfang:
"I have contacted the recording time. It is 1 o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. If you are free these two days, let us practice this song more, okay?"
Soon, Fang Xiaole replied: "It just so happened that Li Daogang informed the preparations for the third phase of recording the next night. There was nothing wrong in these two days."
Lin Yao pursed her lips and immediately replied: "Then let's start now, you send me the address, and I will pick you up."
Fang Xiaole sent an address location: "Okay, I really trouble you."
"It doesn't matter, let you record the song for me, it should be me thanking you."
When the two ended their WeChat chat, Lin Yao immediately stood up from the sofa.
"Let's go quickly, don't let people wait for a long time."
Fangfang didn't move, put her hands on her chest, walked in front of Lin Yao and stared at her with a suspicious expression on her face:
"Sister Yao, are you lying to me?"
Lin Yao smiled, and subconsciously stroked the hair next to her ear, "What did I lie to you?"
"You said you were looking for Assistant Fang just to buy songs, and you have no other ideas."
"Yes, what's the matter?"
"Then you couldn't keep laughing when you chatted with him on WeChat? Sister Yao, are you in love?"