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When Li Ming heard the words "songs can be sold," his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally settled back into his stomach.

As long as you're willing to talk, there's plenty to discuss.

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his professional instincts prompting him to quickly adjust his demeanor and try to take the initiative in the negotiation.

"Mr. Yu is a straightforward person."

Li Ming took out a notebook and pen from his briefcase, adopting a businesslike demeanor.

"Since we're only discussing copyright, Wheatfield is willing to offer the highest industry standard for the song and music buyout: 30,000."

After saying that, he looked confidently at Yu Le, waiting for her to show a surprised expression.

In an era when the average salary is only a few thousand yuan, spending 30,000 yuan on a song is an astronomical price for a newcomer.

Liu Xiaoli, who was standing next to her, was indeed pleasantly surprised. Her eyes widened, and she was about to say "okay" when Yu Le glared at her and stopped her.

Yu Le precisely tossed the remaining apple core into the trash can two meters away.

"Thirty thousand?"

He pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, leaned forward, and his languid air subsided, replaced by a knowing and playful expression.

"Producer Li, do you think I'm an idiot? Thirty thousand? How could you even offer that much!"

Li Ming frowned: "Mr. Yu, this is the highest price for a newcomer..."

"A newcomer?"

Yu Le interrupted him, sticking out a finger and shaking it.

"This song has now garnered over ten million views on Tianya, Mop, and various university BBS forums."

"Since last night, the thread asking for the audio source has been posted thousands of times."

"That's called having built-in traffic. Do you know what traffic is? It's money."

He pointed to the copy of the copyright certificate on the coffee table.

"I want 100,000, plus a 5% cut of the profits."

"puff--"

Liu Qianqian, who was drinking water, spat it out and choked, coughing violently.

Liu Xiaoli was also surprised and almost dropped the cup in her hand.

One hundred thousand?!

That's enough to make a down payment on a house near the Third Ring Road!

Li Ming's face twitched, and his smile faltered.

"Mr. Yu, you must be joking. One hundred thousand? That's about the price you'd pay for lyrics by Vincent Fang and music by Jay Chou."

"You want a share? How is that possible! After all, you are..."

"After all, it's the first song?"

Yu Le picked up the conversation, leaned back on the sofa, and crossed his legs high.

"You think it's too expensive? Okay, let's change the algorithm."

He pulled out an unopened pack of Hongtashan cigarettes from under the coffee table, and without lighting it, just twirled it in his hand.

"I can do without a single penny."

Li Ming's eyes lit up.

Is this for real?

Yu Le changed the subject, a playful smile curving his lips.

"However, I want 8% of all subsequent commercial revenue, including but not limited to record sales, commercial performance licenses, and... possible future ringtone downloads."

The smile on Li Ming's face instantly froze.

And this person even mentioned "ringtones"?

This is a new concept that has just emerged in the industry and is regarded as the next gold mine. How could this outdated man understand it?

"Mr. Yu, that's impossible."

Li Ming refused without hesitation, "Company rules state that new songwriters can only receive a buyout fee at most. Even if our situation is special, we can't possibly give such a high percentage."

"Then let's go back to the first option."

Yu Le shrugged, looking like he was saying, "I'm helpless too."

"One hundred thousand, plus a five percent cut. Not a penny less, and this piece of meat won't be yours, Wheatfield."

"you……"

Li Ming was speechless.

This isn't negotiation, this is outright robbery!

"Producer Lee, don't be so quick to refuse."

Yu Le slammed the cigarette pack on the table, and his usually half-closed eyes suddenly sharpened, radiating a sense of oppression that made Li Ming feel uneasy.

Let's do the math.

"Although the current record market is rife with piracy and physical albums are not selling well, the market for campus folk songs has always been a gap."

"The song 'Invisible Wings' has simple lyrics and music, is catchy, and most importantly, it is inspiring and emotional enough."

Yu Le held up three fingers.

"First, it appeals to all student groups, from junior high school students to college students. These kids may not have much money, but they can still afford an album, and it has the strongest reach."

"Secondly, what major galas, talent shows, and even official events desperately need are songs that are positive yet not politically correct. This is called political correctness."

"Third, and most importantly."

Yu Le pointed to Liu Qianqian, who was eavesdropping.

"This girl's current popularity is the best form of publicity."

"If you buy Wheatfield, you don't even need to package it much. Just find a singer with a little bit of fame to cover it, or just let this girl sing it. You can monetize it immediately."

"Ten thousand dollars to buy a hit song of the year that's guaranteed to be a smash hit, plus a perfect quarterly performance."

Yu Le leaned forward, looking directly into Li Ming's eyes, his voice low and resolute.

"Producer Li, don't you know who really profited from this deal?"

The living room was deathly silent.

The only sound was the hissing of the pressure cooker venting from the kitchen.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Li Ming's forehead.

Looking at the man in front of him, dressed in shorts and flip-flops and reeking of cooking oil, he felt a storm raging in his heart.

This analysis is incredibly insightful.

It was so insightful that even he, a professional producer, felt a chill run down his spine.

Every sentence hit the nail on the head, and every sentence accurately predicted the market trend.

The terms "political correctness" and "ringtones," in particular, are simply brilliant.

Li Ming was quickly calculating in his mind.

He had seen the internal data for "Invisible Wings," and the growth curve was terrifying.

Making money is inevitable; the only question is how much.

The man in front of me had precisely set the price at the highest limit that I could accept.

It made him very upset.

"call……"

Li Ming let out a long breath, took off his glasses, and wiped away the fog.

He lost.

A complete and utter defeat.

"Mr. Yu, it's such a waste of your talent that you're not a talent agent."

Li Ming gave a wry smile and took out another backup contract from his briefcase, which was a top-level copyright transfer agreement.

"One hundred thousand, plus a 5% cut. But this 5% is limited to record sales and ringtones; commercial performance rights cannot be granted. In addition, Liu needs to cooperate with us in promoting the song."

This was his final bottom line.

Yu Le raised an eyebrow, seemingly having anticipated this outcome.

"make a deal."

He picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract in a flamboyant style.

At that moment, Liu Xiaoli felt like she was dreaming.

In just a few words, 100,000 yuan was in hand?

And it was a song that was "just written casually" that was sold?