My ex is a queen, I'm on fire

After watching the whole song, Xing Zhiguo excitedly asked: "Sister Fang, who wrote this song?"

"It's simply a theme song tailored for the National Day Gala!"

"How does that compare to Liu Changyou's song?"

He Sufang didn't answer Xing Zhiguo's question immediately, but asked rather proudly.

"The two songs are incomparable, they are not on the same level at all!"

Xing Zhiguo was born as a composer. He also wrote popular songs in his early years. After he left his official career, his creation was abandoned. However, his appreciation ability is first-rate, and he can tell the quality of songs at a glance.

"Look at another one."

He Sufang was not in a hurry to reveal the answer, and said with a smile.

"good!"

With this amazing song "Singing the Motherland" by Xing Zhiguo, he also became interested in another song, and immediately started to watch it seriously.

After watching it, he slapped his thigh excitedly: "Awesome! This song is so amazing, it will definitely become popular!!"

"Sister Fang, please tell me, which teacher's works are these two songs? No matter how much it costs, our group has to buy them!"

Seeing that the creases on Xing Zhiguo's excited face were about to open, He Sufang immediately said proudly: "These two songs were written by one person!"

"What!"

"Two songs with such different styles have the same author?"

"Which great god is this??"

Xing Zhiguo was completely shocked.

"Both songs were written by my son-in-law!"

He Sufang no longer kept her secrets, and revealed the answer to the mystery with a smile on her face.

"Your son-in-law?"

Xing Zhiguo was even more confused: "Wen Xi is married? No way, if Wen Xi gets married, it will be big news, it is impossible not to report it!"

"Not married yet, but soon!"

He Sufang smiled.

"That's the prospective son-in-law!"

"Well, you can say that too!"

"Sister Fang, who is your prospective son-in-law?"

"Chen Wenhan, he also has a pseudonym, Big Devil Piccolo!"

He Sufang proudly introduced her prospective son-in-law.

"I know him!"

Xing Zhiguo slapped his thigh: "I should have thought of it earlier, recently he and Wenxi participated in a show together!"

"The two of them sang the song "The Most Romantic Thing" together at CTV's 3rd public benefit party. That song is also very good!"

"Well, that song is also written by Xiao Chen!"

He Sufang nodded with a smile on her face.

"The young man is talented and suave, and he and your family, Wen Xi, are a match made in heaven!"

"Sister Fang, you have to inform me when you get married, I'm sure I'll drink this wedding wine!" Xing Zhiguo laughed.

"That's for sure!" He Sufang smiled.

"Sister Fang, let's talk about these two songs. Your son-in-law is the most popular composer at the moment. His songs are not cheap. You know the situation in our group."

Xing Zhiguo was halfway through speaking when his cell phone rang suddenly. It was Liu Changyou who he had just mentioned.

"Pick up the phone first!"

Xing Zhiguo answered the phone, and Liu Changyou's urging voice came immediately: "I said, Lao Xing, seeing you is more difficult than meeting the head of state. If you don't want the song, I will withdraw!"

"I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon!"

Xing Zhiguo quickly replied.

"Hurry up, I still have arrangements behind me!"

After Liu Changyou finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Old Xing, I'll accompany you, let's meet him first."

He Sufang didn't want to let her son-in-law suffer, she was going to look at Liu Changyou's market first, and then talk about Chen Wenhan's two songs.

"Also!"

Xing Zhiguo nodded, and the two walked quickly to the office building.

In the conference room.

Liu Changyou got impatient with waiting, and when he saw Xing Zhiguo, he complained: "Let me tell you, Lao Xing, if it weren't for our relationship for so many years, I would have left just now!"

"It's National Day soon, you should know how popular red songs are right now!"

"Yes, yes, there was a small situation in the rehearsal over there."

"Xiao Li, hurry up and pour a cup of tea for Teacher Liu."

Xing Zhiguo winked at a civilian employee of the Cultural Workers' Troupe.

"No need, if you drink any more, your bladder will explode!"

Liu Changyou waved his hand, and then greeted He Sufang. The two had met on many occasions, so they could only be regarded as acquaintances.

"Old Xing, hurry up and talk about business."

"This is the copyright transfer contract I prepared, take a look!"

Liu Changyou said and handed over a contract that had been prepared to Xing Zhiguo.

"okay!"

Xing Zhiguo took the contract and looked at it seriously, but soon he frowned: "Mr. Liu, the price is a bit high!"

"You also know that our art troupe has limited funds"

Liu Changyou asked for 200,000 yuan for this song called "Big Country, Small Family", and he will be divided into 30% of the subsequent related income.

The share ratio is reasonable, but the copyright buyout price is too high.

Theme songs are not as high-yielding as popular songs, so songs in this type are often worthless.

When the art troupe or related units buy songs, the cheapest ones are 10,000 to 20,000 yuan, and the expensive ones will not exceed 200,000 yuan.

The 200,000 songs are generally the works of famous composers. Liu Changyou is a member of the Beijing Composer Association, and he is somewhat famous but not very famous.

The price of 200,000 is indeed inflated. Of course, this is actually a business.

As a seller, Liu Changyou can ask for a high price, and Xing Zhiguo can also sit back and bargain.

"Old Xing, don't cry poor with me!"

"If you say that your art troupe is short of funds, I wouldn't believe it if you beat it to death. Besides, you've watched the song. It's the highest-quality song I've had in recent years. Two hundred thousand is definitely worth it!"

Liu Changyou waved his hand and choked back what Xing Zhiguo said later.

"Ms. Liu, how about this, you read this song first, and then we can talk!"

Xing Zhiguo directly handed over the lyrics of "Singing the Motherland".

"Old Xing, what do you mean?"

Liu Changyou frowned.

"Our group paid 100,000 for this song!"

Xing Zhiguo replied.

"A song worth 100,000 yuan?"

"You mean that my song is not as good as your one hundred thousand!" Liu Changyou picked up the lyrics of "Singing the Motherland" with disdain, and looked at it with a critical heart.

However, looking at him is not good, and his brows are directly twisted into twists.

After watching the whole song, he grinned: "Old Xing, who are you fooling, this song is one hundred thousand?"

"Are you kidding me!"

"Children are not deceived!"

Xing Zhiguo shrugged: "So, Mr. Liu, can you see if your song is down?"

"Your song is 100,000 yuan, how can I ask for a price?"

Liu Changyou rolled his eyes, he is a professional composer, he knows the quality of the two songs well.

If "Singing the Motherland" really sells for 100,000 yuan, his song "Big Country, Small Family" is not worth 50,000 yuan, so there is really no way to ask for a price.

"Old Xing, tell me who wrote this song?"

"I'm calling now to ask, if you really bought it for 100,000, I'll sell you 30,000 for my song "Big Country, Small Family"!"

Liu Changyou didn't quite believe that someone would sell such a good song as "Ode to the Motherland" for 100,000 yuan, unless the other party was a newcomer or didn't understand the market.

"It's okay to tell you who wrote it, but Mr. Liu probably doesn't have his phone number, and he can't be contacted."

Xing Zhiguo said with a smile on his face.

"Just tell me whose song it is, the circle is so big, and there are people I can't get in touch with?"

Liu Changyou curled his lips in disdain, the music circle is still very big, but the circle of writing popular songs is actually very small, because writing popular songs does not make much money, naturally there are few people who write such songs.

And there are prominent figures in the popular song circle, Liu Changyou recognizes them all, and has contact information.

"Okay, this song is the work of Mr. Chen Wenhan Chen!"

Xing Zhiguo didn't want to be foolish anymore, and directly reported Chen Wenhan's name.

"Chen Wenhan??"

Liu Changyou quickly went through the name in his mind, and then he was surprised: "The big devil Piccolo, the composer of the younger generation who is very popular recently?"

"Well, that's him."

Xing Zhiguo nodded.

"No, isn't he only good at writing saliva songs? A few days ago, some people in the association made complaints about it!"

"Ms. Liu, who said this, can you tell me?"

As soon as someone said bad things about her son-in-law, He Sufang immediately responded.

"Well?"

"Teacher He knows that Chen Wenhan?"

Seeing that He Sufang was in a bad mood, Liu Changyou asked suspiciously.

"Just tell me who speaks ill of people behind their backs!"

He Sufang said indignantly: "What does it mean to only write saliva songs? He just wants to cater to the market and enrich the spiritual life of young people. It is easy for him to write red songs with the main theme."

"Mr. He, don't get excited. The people in the association just can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour. You don't need to be as knowledgeable as them!"

Liu Changyou is also an old fritter who has been in the entertainment industry for many years. When he saw He Sufang's state, he knew that she had a close relationship with Chen Wenhan, so he directly changed the subject: "Old Xing, if you really paid 100,000 yuan for "Singing the Motherland", my song is really good." There is no way to bid!"

"Or I'd better sell someone else!"

As the saying goes, you get what you pay for. After watching "Singing the Motherland", Liu Changyou was really embarrassed to ask for a price.

"Eighty thousand."

"If Teacher Liu thinks it's okay, sign the contract right away."

Xing Zhiguo directly quoted.

"Old Xing, you are really unkind!"

Liu Changyou smiled and shook his head: "If "Ode to the Motherland" is worth 100,000 yuan, can you give me 80,000 yuan?"

"Okay, I'll sell you, but I have one condition, you have to tell me how much "Singing the Motherland" cost!"

In fact, Liu Changyou's psychological price is 100,000 yuan, but Xing Zhiguo lowered the price with "Singing the Motherland".

"That's okay, let's sign the contract first."

The Beijing Art Troupe has hundreds of performances every year, and the music library has always been insufficient. The quality of "Big Country and Small Family" is still good, and Xing Zhiguo thinks 80,000 is still worth it.

The two parties then signed the contract on the spot.

"Old Xing, can you tell me how much you paid for "Singing the Motherland"?"

After accepting his contract, Liu Changyou asked impatiently.

"You have to ask Sister Fang about this."

Xing Zhiguo turned to look at He Sufang, and said with a smile, "Sister Fang, you know the price of Teacher Liu's song."

""Ode to the Motherland", please make a price."

Upon hearing this, Liu Changyou, who had just signed the contract, was speechless: "Old Xing, you are too good at fooling around!"

"Ms. Liu, it's not less than 80,000."

"Our art troupe has a lot of performances, and the follow-up revenue sharing is much better than if you sell it to other art troupes!"

Xing Zhiguo replied with a smile, and then asked He Sufang: "Sister Fang, should I discuss the price with you, or with Teacher Chen?"

"Just talk to me, and the two songs will pack 500,000 yuan."

"Follow-up income is 40%!"

He Sufang asked the price directly. She knew the price after working in the art troupe for so many years.

Top-notch hits can sell for around 200,000 yuan, and in her opinion, these two songs by her son-in-law are naturally top-notch, even super-top-notch.

Therefore, she directly offered 500,000 yuan, and the follow-up share also increased from the normal 30% to 40%.

Don't lose out on my son-in-law's song!

When Xing Zhiguo heard the quotation, he rubbed his hands depressedly: "Sister Fang, this is a bit too expensive. I admit that the quality of the two songs is very good, but the 250,000 song is indeed beyond the group's price." The song limit has been reached."

He Sufang waved her hand: "Lao Xing, I haven't finished my sentence yet."

"Xiao Chen said, this song is only for me."

"And let me tell you the truth, these two songs were originally written by Xiao Chen for China TV, and I asked me to stop them halfway. If the group doesn't want them, he will send them to China TV."

"Whether you want it or not, you decide for yourself."

After finishing speaking, He Sufang took back the sheet music that Liu Changyou was holding in her hand, as if she wanted to buy it or not.

Xing Zhiguo frowned. The price of 500,000 yuan was indeed a bit high, but the two songs were really good.

"Teacher He, can you lend me another song?"

After listening to two songs worth 500,000 yuan, Liu Changyou couldn't help being curious about the other song.

"Yes, Teacher Liu just happened to help judge the value of these two songs." He Sufang handed the lyrics of "Good Day" to Liu Changyou.

The latter immediately looked seriously.

"Sister Fang, you are an old man in the regiment, you have to think about the regiment too."

"Recently, the funds in the group are really tight. Let's make it cheaper. Teacher Chen is not short of this money."

He Sufang shook her head: "Old Xing, I cut the two songs just for the sake of the group. Such two good songs will create a lot of income for the group in the future!"

"Huashi is rich and powerful, if the song reaches them, the price can be doubled!"

As the saying goes, a son-in-law is half the size, and He Sufang is determined not to let her son-in-law suffer.

At this time, Liu Changyou, who had finished watching "Good Day", patted the table excitedly: "Old Xing, why are you hesitating!"

"This is a great bargain. If your group doesn't accept it, I will accept it personally!"

"Teacher He, can you sell me?"

Liu Changyou asked seriously.

But before He Sufang could reply, Xing Zhiguo quickly waved his hand: "Mr. Liu, don't join in the fun!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at He Sufang again, and said with a wry smile: "Sister Fang, these two songs have set a record for our group, I hope my decision today is correct!"

"Obviously our group took advantage!"

"Just have fun!"

Seeing that Xing Zhiguo agreed, a smile appeared on He Sufang's face.

She sang the song, and her son-in-law made money, which was exactly what He Sufang wanted.