Wu Liangtong’s fool has already firmly believed that he wants to be the pinnacle of the singing world, and he still needs to help others write songs to earn that money.
So he hesitated for a moment and said nothing, but the hesitation already meant refusal.
The idle king of the Great Song Dynasty was also a fine man. His real name was Song Jikai, and he was born in a famous league. The Song family grew up full of intrigue and giants. Was his mind generally keen? As soon as he heard Wu Liang thoughtfully, he immediately understood Wu Liang’s mind and hurriedly said, "Angkor, why don’t you just give your brother a face and listen to my friend’s conditions first?"
Wu Liangmian nodded and said, "Go ahead."
Song Jikai smiled seductively and said, "He wants 200,000 yuan."
Two hundred thousand? This even Wu Liang was taken aback
Ten years ago, even years ago, this 200,000 yuan would not have surprised Wu Liang so much, because at that time, it was the peak of the Chinese music scene, and several outstanding singers came forth in large numbers. At that time, whenever a famous singer released an album, Zhang Zhangda sold it, and platinum and ultra-platinum albums emerged one after another every year, both singers and music companies earned a lot of money.
At that time, asking people to write a hot song didn’t cost hundreds of thousands, and some top songwriters in the company paid a high price of one million songs.
However, with the rise of the internet, sharing and stealing links can be seen everywhere, and the attitude of the music scene is shrinking. No one can buy albums anymore. Singers often work hard to make albums, and vendors can often steal them. Seeing that the whole music market is getting worse every day, no one can make money from albums anymore.
At this time, no singer in the base will release another album, because how much one loses means how much one loses. Those singers who launch a new album simply don’t expect to make money from the album. They make a name for themselves in order to lose money and make money, and then they will make money back from Shang Yan and concerts.
In this case, the price of songs naturally falls again and again. The previous song can sell hundreds of thousands of excellent musicians. Now a song can usually sell tens of thousands or even thousands of dollars.
Only then did Du Hongfei change the network manager’s "rebellion" from the music system.
At this time, people who are willing to spend 200 thousand to buy a song are really rare
I have to say that this 200,000 yuan really touched Wu Liang, not because the price was very high, but because it was a hammer sale, making a sum of money was just right for him who was so poor that he wanted to rob a bank.
"With this 200,000 yuan, I can go to massage every day …" Wu Liang comforted himself and said to Song Jikai, "Can I meet your friend first?"
Song Jikai was waiting for his answer. After listening to his question, he immediately replied, "Okay, I’ll ask her out to meet you. Where are you now?"
Wu Liang replied "Chang ‘an"
Song Jikai said happily, "It’s a coincidence that we are also in Chang ‘an, so how about meeting at the coffee alley in the morning bell and drum tower?"
Wu Liang should be "good"
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The Bell and Drum Tower is a scene in Chang ‘an, which has stood in the west of the city for 400 to 500 years. It is said that this landmark building was born from that time, and now it has become a national protected building.
The alley coffee is a scene of the bell and drum tower. This cafe has a long history. It is said that there were foreigners’ bell and drum towers when the Allied Forces invaded China. Later, the Qing Emperor returned to Chang ‘an Cafe, and the owner also ran away. A sovereign took over the store and managed it as usual. At that time, it was still a rare commodity. Coffee was made for decades.
After the war, the cafe has changed its owners one after another, but as time goes by, the cafe finally stands firmly in the Xicheng boundary and the bell and drum tower have almost become the memory of the four or nine cities. Even at that time, it was not taken apart as the tail of capitalism.
After hundreds of years of vicissitudes, the cafe has become the business place of a large fast food chain enterprise, but its face has not changed, with ancient songs, old storefronts and old hand-ground coffee, which has become the ideal holy land for many petty bourgeoisie tourists to spend their leisure time.
Wu Liang took a refreshing hot bath and changed into clean clothes after going to exercise early in the morning, and arrived at this cafe after an appointment with Song Jikai.
What I saw head-on was a mottled ebony signboard with the words "Lane Coffee" written in four big letters. From that little letter, I could almost feel that the years had settled down.
Wu Liang likes this feeling very much, as if he had witnessed a historical change hundreds of years ago, which made him suddenly inspired.
"I really want to suddenly have a desire to write songs!" Wu Liang said to Tong, "I think my inspiration is like diabetes insipidus now, and it is gushing out desperately."
This metaphor is really … tears running.
Wu Liang knew that Tong would not respond to his conversation. He said to himself, "I might be able to write a song myself today. Then let’s see if my song is better or your goods are better."
The young man who is full of vigor and vitality has forgotten the system, which has dealt a serious blow to him the other day. Behind the classic songs, there is the lonely back of the young man who is full of dreams.
Just then he saw Song Jikai sitting next to the old sandalwood table through the outdoor fence.
What, he doesn’t know Song Jikai, but he can recognize each other at a glance?
Because he saw a young man among many guests wearing a T-shirt and a pair of flip-flops with messy hair like a chicken nest, he was not embarrassed at all, but looked proud on his face for fear that others would not know his expression of hope.
So batting practice and so reckless must be local tyrants’ suspicions.
Wu Liang went over and said hello. "Hi, are you the idle king?"
Song Jikai’s eyes lit up and hurriedly took Wu Liang’s hand and said "Angkor? Come and sit down. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. "
Wu Liang looked around and asked, "Where is your friend?"
"They will be here soon," Song Jikai explained. "Last night, Wusong rushed to announce that the plane flew in early this morning and estimated that the plane and horse would arrive."
Wu Liang looked at his mobile phone and said to himself, "Wouldn’t it take dozens of minutes?"
Song Jikai was busy. "No, no, the plane will arrive in a few minutes at most. They have a special car coming soon. It will take fifteen minutes at most."
Wu Liang just nodded and sat down
"What can I get for Angkor? I called waier to come over. "Song Jikai politely greeted him to sit down.
After the meeting, Wu Liangcai found that Song Jikai was not as cold as expected. Although he had an extraordinary family background, his attitude was very friendly and there was no difference between him and those ordinary college students who had just graduated.
Perhaps the only difference is that in his live broadcast, people expect local tyrants to reward them at every turn, that is, tens of millions of them. Many people imagine him as the kind of tall person who loves to answer ordinary people.
But fortunately, Wu Liangtong’s fooling has already possessed a very high psychological quality, and he can gradually show his emotions, even in the face of a rich brother like Song Jikai, he can be supercilious.
But this made Song Jikai think highly of him and show more enthusiasm for him.
The two men sat and chatted for a while, mainly because Song Jikai praised Wu Liangqu’s talent, and then they heard a drip of high heels stepping on the ground outside. A young woman wearing sunglasses and a girl with a small suitcase came in.
The woman with sunglasses has a good figure and a good complexion. Even if she is covered by sunglasses, she can still feel her beautiful face, while the girl in the suitcase looks like her attendant. She is of medium height, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and her face is in a daze.
"Yan Ni here!" When Song Jikai saw the sunglasses woman come in, he immediately got up and greeted her. Because of the loud sound, all the guests around him looked at him angrily, but he didn’t blush at all, smiled and waved at the woman with a hard move.
The woman hurried over on high heels and said to him lightly, "I told you not to call my name outside. If fans hear me, it will attract a lot of people to watch!"