Rebirth of the Routine King

After lunch, Wang Yan cleaned Liu Jianan's cartoon lunch box, joked and walked out the door.

Originally, according to his expectation, he would not come over for injections tomorrow, but Liu Jianan disagreed, saying that he would have to consolidate for another day, and that he was waiting for his spicy soup tomorrow!

Wang Yan had no choice but to nod in agreement.

In fact, even if he didn't come for the injection, he didn't even think about reporting to class. He was currently in military training!

One or two of them looked like idiots, standing in the sun, their delicate faces were burnt black, like coal!

He, Wang Yan, is a shameless person! He will not go to military training even if he is killed.

But if he didn't come for the injection, he would not be able to escape the fate of military training. It was the lesser of two evils, so Wang Yan chose the injection without hesitation.

After leaving the house, Wang Yan walked around the street and found no Internet cafe. As a last resort, he ran back to the Lan Tong Internet Cafe yesterday.

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After Wang Yan left, Liu Jianan picked up the lunch box and prepared to rinse it again. But after opening it, he found that Wang Yan rinsed it extremely clean, even the edges that were difficult to clean, and it looked shiny.

Unconsciously, his eyebrows quirked, and he thought to himself: I didn't expect him to be such a careful boy, so different from his cheerful personality!

The sun was blazing now, and the cicadas outside were shouting in annoyance. Liu Jianan lay on the bed again and began to fantasize:

"I have never bought food for a boy! Will Wang Yan misunderstand that I like him?"

"Hey, let's just misunderstand it. Anyway, it can't influence other people's thoughts..."

"When will he treat himself to a meal? He won't come after the fight tomorrow..."

"Hey, it would be great if he came here for injections every day..."

"Bah, bah, bah, it would be great if he came to talk to me every day..."

"Huang Huihui, I'm so distressed now!"

...

When she arrived at the Lan Tong Internet Cafe, Sister Shamate obviously recognized herself, squinted her eyes and smiled:

"Brother, do you want to become a member? Sister will give you a discount, get fifteen for one hundred."

Wang Yan shook his head and said: "The strength is too small. If you charge one hundred to get thirty for free!"

Shamate clearly didn't believe it: "How is that possible? That was driven by my brother..."

Seeing that the lie was exposed, Wang Yan was also shocked: "Since the Internet cafe next door is owned by your brother, why did you go to your opponent's house to collect cash? Are you not afraid that your brother will be angry?"

Shamat raised his chin proudly: "This restaurant is owned by my boyfriend."

Wang Yan: "..."

"Help me drive three small

Then, get a pack of cigarettes worth ten yuan..."

.......

After Wang Yan logged into his msn mailbox, he found that his inbox was empty!

Huh? What is going on? What kind of trick did Fang Yanshan play?

It's the final moment of signing the contract, and he doesn't care at all?

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yan came up with several possibilities:

First: Fang Yanshan saw that he had vomited and knew that there would be results today, so he did not reply and waited for his answer.

Second: He feels that praising himself too much will breed his arrogance and ask for exorbitant prices for remuneration, so he deliberately gives himself a cold shoulder to allow himself to think rationally.

Wang Yan thinks that the second option may be very reliable. Play hard to get! This is a commonly used routine in the business world.

who cares!

Wang Yan squeezed out the messy thoughts and started typing to write a letter:

Brother Yanshan, thank you!

After a sleepless night of thinking, we Six Musketeers finally reached an agreement regarding the compensation for lyrics.

First of all, the lyricist. Brother Yan Shan’s name must be before mine. Even if there is no Six Musketeers’ name, it doesn’t matter. This is the basis of all agreements! Brother Yan Shan, please remember this!

Furthermore, we are willing to sell all the copyrights for each song at a price of 15,000 yuan. Although those words are all our hard work, we are extremely reluctant to part with them.

Especially our eldest student, Wang Weihang, has always regarded these lyrics as his own children!

But we also know that only by handing it over to Brother Yan Shan can they truly shine and be known to the world.

You may not know that after making such a difficult decision, classmate Wang Weihang hugged his pillow and cried for half the night. His expression was so sad that everyone who saw it was moved!

Last but not least, please discuss with Mr. Jay Chou and his management company. We want 6/1000 of the total proceeds from this album!

I know this request is a bit hard to accept, but only this can stop classmate Wang Weihang from crying in sorrow! I hope Brother Yanshan will understand!

As a follow-up cooperation, I can guarantee Brother Yan Shan that in the future, for every album Mr. Jay Lun releases, we Six Musketeers will be obliged to write two lyrics, not only without any income from the album, but also without even taking the most basic royalties!

These words are so sincere that they shake heaven and earth!

Here comes the Six Musketeers!

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After clicking send, Wang Yan lit a cigarette and started thinking.

In the entire agreement, the most difficult one to reach is the last one.

Although the lyricist occupies a high position in an album, his popularity is far less than that of the singer.

Singers can share the income from the album in proportion. Ordinary songwriters do not have this privilege. In his last life, Wang Yan only learned from gossip news that there were only a few lyricists who could enjoy the profit share. Fang Yanshan also learned about it after 2006.

Just enjoy this privilege.

The share ratio at that time was about 2%.

Perhaps at first glance, this ratio does not sound high, but Wang Yan knows that the sales of Jay Chou's albums are often more than one million! The highest record should be "Ye Huimei", which has reached nearly 10 million copies!

What is this concept? If one million copies of an album are calculated, that’s 100 million yuan in sales!

Wang Yan was also aiming for a high profit share. If there was no last requirement, he was sure that the agreement would be agreed to immediately. At fifteen thousand for one song, Fang Yanshan would laugh so hard that his mouth would cramp!

Although this request is outrageous, Wang Yan feels that it is feasible to some extent.

Following the trajectory of his previous life, Jay Chou only released one album in 2003.

In other words, it was precisely because of these classic lyrics that he carried that Jay Chou and his management company decided to release another album.

From the side, it is enough to illustrate the excellence of these words.

It is precisely because of the excellent lyrics that Wang Yan dared to muster up the courage to open his mouth.

He was also afraid that his agency would not agree, so he specifically mentioned compensation. For each future album, he would be able to write two lyrics for free. Furthermore, this album would contain at most six of his songs, and the remaining twenty songs would be counted as 10,000 yuan each.

I gave him five bucks.

Such a preferential price will inevitably make the brokerage company excited.

Wang Yan knew that if he wanted to get what he wanted, there would be a lot of competition in the future, so he didn't say anything too harshly, leaving a little room for maneuver. Everything had to be adjusted according to Fang Yanshan's attitude.

Wang Yan put out the cigarette butt and said to himself: If it doesn't work out, just give him 50,000 yuan for each song. Anyway, it was picked up for nothing. The most practical thing is to have the money in your hands.

Seeing that today's events were over, Wang Yan opened the CS game and waited for Fang Yanshan's reply while playing.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yanshan did not reply until the computer was shut down.

Wang Yan was unwilling to give in and rushed for another two hours.

Unfortunately, God failed to fulfill his wish, and Fang Yanshan still did not reply.

Wang Yan smiled, this guy is still playing tricks on me! Yesterday, he clearly promised to reply today. Fang Yanshan must be guarding the computer, but he didn't reply?

Regardless, Wang Yan turned off the phone and hurried to the college.

Wang Weihang agreed to treat me to dinner today!

Can't be late.

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