Chapter 27: Guo fat agent (3/5)

The two of them were squatting aside for a while. Finally, Guo Zi was willing to sort out his hair and walked forward in spirit.
"Hello, Eason, get to know each other again. Now I am my brother's temporary agent and will be fully responsible for the negotiation of the song." Guo Ziyi said with a smile.
Chen Yujie took a moment, and he also extended his hand and shook hands with Guo Ziyi. The atmosphere suddenly became official.
Of course, it looks very funny. Yang Lan’s 30-year-old uncle is sitting behind and not screaming. Instead, he makes a little fat man with no hair in his head, and the big star Chen Yujie has no shelf. This picture is too illegal. And!
"Actually, I don't know much about the mainland market." Chen Yujie took out a contract and looked at Yang Lan and Guo Ziyi. He said sincerely, "Before I came, my agent prepared this contract."
Guo Ziyi took it over and turned it over. He didn't actually touch this type of contract. It was just that this kid was very talented and he quickly found the key point.
"Fifty thousand dollars want to buy this song of my brother? Is it too cheap?" Guo Ziyi grinned and said, "Eason, don't think that I don't know how to do it. At the beginning of the year, the Hong Kong media also revealed that Liu Tianwang gave it to him. He wrote a song for Lin Chiqing’s teacher’s million-dollar pen, not to mention the copyright fee in the contract.

Chen Yujie is somewhat stunned: "There is nothing comparable. Lin is the first ghost in Hong Kong. He has written many classic works, but Mr. Yang, with all due respect, we have given a very high price for newcomers."
"But my brother is not a normal newcomer!" Guo Zi said with a smile, "Eason, your evaluation of this song is not very high? Or else, will not personally come to Jiangcheng?"
In fact, Chen Yujie did not quite understand the negotiation. He was usually handled by his agent, but this time he was in a hurry, and the agent had to stay to handle the mess that he had left for him, so Chen Yujie was alone.
"Yes, I really like Mr. Yang's song." Chen Yujie said with sincerity, "No matter whether it is a port city or a mainland circle, there are very strict rules. I can win the copyright fee of up to 80,000 yuan. It is impossible. More."
He was also afraid of Yang Lan’s resentment and took the initiative to say:
Of course, if Mr. Yang’s song has a very good score, if you cooperate with us next time, this amount will increase a lot! Because Mr. Yang is no longer a pure new person at that time. It is."
"Would it be better for my brother to write a little song to you, this song will be sold to the next time?" Guo Ziyi said with a smile, "My brother can make you a song, cheap. It’s so bad to sell!

Chen Yujie was helpless. He felt that this little fat man was too embarrassed. He was a little bit sloppy and he couldn’t help but say, "What do you think should be?"
Guo Ziyi glanced at Yang Lan, and Yang Xiaochong nodded slightly.
What the two had discussed before, Yang Lan did not intend to open any harsh conditions. After all, it was recommended by Hu’s father. He accepted the great feelings of the old man, and the lion’s opening was not the style of Yang Lan’s life.
Guo Ziyi understood it. He coughed twice and said: "Eason, you have your difficulties, I can't understand it. So, let's change the conditions and increase the proportion of the division?"
"How to improve?"
Guo Ziyi patted his chest and said with pride: "Eason, we don't take advantage of you. If this song doesn't help you get a platinum record, our score will be calculated according to the original contract of 8 percent!"
The copyright income of this world is very high, and the high is reflected in this sales share. The record company is still a big head, but it is not as terrible as Yang Lan’s past life. The record company can account for up to 40% of the share, record stores or other channels. It is divided into fifteen to twenty percent.
The remaining 40% is broken down by singers, songwriters, producers, and copyright associations.
The copyright associations have a high share of 2%, but it is precisely because of this that they have sufficient financial resources to maintain the operation of this large organization, so that creators can get the reward they deserve!
The linguistic creator's separation is not fixed. It depends on the creator's negotiation with the record company. However, 8 percent is really only a newcomer's standard. After all, the words and songwriters each account for 4 percent. The mainland is also relatively rare!
Of course, this eight percent, according to the number of these songs on the album, plus the performance of Yang Song's song, through a complex weighting algorithm, can accurately calculate the part of Yang Lan's due income.
"As far as I know, Eason has not had a platinum album for three years?" Guo Ziyi said sharply.
Chen Yujie nodded silently, and he did not deny that he was eager to return to the peak.
"If your album can reach the platinum record, we ask for a 16% share!" Guo Ziyi said with amazement, "This is to be written into the contract!"

16%?
Chen Yujie was shocked.
That’s too much! The first-line songwriters can’t get this proportion.

Sixteen percent is indeed high. As a singer, Chen Yujie can only get 15% to 20%, and 20% of the high score is that he used to be in Gangcheng. The state of the song at the peak.
"Eason, we are talking about the results! If my brother wrote a song that can help you sell a platinum disc, do you think this split is not worth it?" Guo Ziyi said with a smile, "If it is not platinum, the percentage The division of the eighth, we are losing money!"
Chen Yujie smiled bitterly. He felt that he was completely at a disadvantage in the negotiations with Guo Ziyi. Guo Ziyi had firmly grasped his eagerness to prove his own psychology.
"I need to make a phone call and discuss with the company." Chen Yujie stood up and said.
After Chen Yujie walked away, Guo Ziyi was relieved for a long time, and a serious expression became a slap in the face: "My God, I am nervous."
Yang Hao patted his shoulder with a funny smile and gave him a thumbs up.
"Yangda, you see that I am so hard, can I not work without waiting?" Guo Ziyi squinted and smiled slyly.
Yang blinked and he smiled: "No."
"Ah? No!" Guo Ziyi threw himself down on the sofa and mourned. "Da, I have no credit, and I have hard work!"
Yang Yan’s mouth showed a smile, and he said,
Let’s work hard, but look at you so hard, give you a big meal today!

This is the biggest encouragement. Guo Ziyi climbed up in surprise. "Really? Then I want seven mature fried steaks, fried foie gras, snails..."
Yang Lan turned his eyes and said: "There is no foie gras, no snails, what do I do, what do you eat!"
Also foie gras, snails, Yang Lan want to eat yourself! However, in Jiangcheng, he has not figured out where to buy this top food.