Ling Xi directly rejected this disgusting proposal without thinking about it.
The general manager did not expect Ling Xi to refuse such a good job. In his opinion, Ling Xi has no possibility to go further. The company has not even given him a new manager, and he will be bound by a brokerage contract for the next two years. Apart from resigning himself to write songs for the company, he has nothing to do with it. There is no other way out.
Yes, he has gained a lot of fans on Weibo in recent months, and he has also taken up small roles in TV dramas, but he is a singer after all. If the company pressures him not to give him an album, it will stop treating him. With all the support, how else could he jump
"You have to think about it, the company doesn't take a cent of royalties." The general manager emphasized on the money: "Which company out there can be so good at composing lyrics and music? You have written songs for others before, and you have written songs for others. According to the contract, the royalties are to give the company a part of the money. Now the company has given you such favorable conditions, it is true that you have never been a gunman to others before, so why are you pretending to be arrogant now?”
"It's different." Ling Xi shook his head. He had indeed been forced to make a living as a gunman for other "singer songwriters" before, but it was often a one-shot deal, occasionally. He has always been proud of his creative ability. He only takes up the job of the shooter when he is particularly embarrassed. Before taking over, he has to do a long time to build his heart. The song he wrote has to be signed by someone else's name at the end, and the feeling of "buying out the manuscript" It's no different than selling a son.
But now the company's intention is to let him be the gunman of the Mahjong Band for a long time, and write songs for them continuously, which is unacceptable for any composer with self-respect and self-confidence. Even if the right to sign is deprived, what is the use of him taking more money
Ling Xi said: "I can look at the company's 11 years of cultivation. When they really can't write songs, I can rescue them once or twice as a gunman. But you asked me to write an album tailored for them. , even if I have to write two or three innumerable sheets in the future, but I am not allowed to sign it, I will not accept it."
The general manager's face was dark: "Ling Xi, let me tell you the truth, you have been out for so long, you don't even have a big-selling album, and the commercial value is very low. The album you signed is not a hit at all, it is better for me to learn from music. Find a school grass in the academy, pack him up and let him write songs to get a lot of attention... The company can give you such a high treatment, it is already very respectful of you. "
"Do you care about suppressing its singers and forcing them to be gunmen? It's called respect? Then I'll bring you a plate of shit for you to eat. Can it be called a thank you gift for you?"
"Don't be ashamed..." The general manager directly put the threat on the surface: "Your brokerage contract is still in the company, I will give you a day, you can go back and think about it before replying to me! Be not a shooter, decide The power is in your hands; but whether you have any further announcements to make, the decision is in my hands!"
Ling Xi finished drinking the last drop of water in the cup, and gave him a contemptuous look before leaving: "Next time you threaten someone, please bring a more powerful bargaining chip." Che, it seems that he has an announcement in recent months that he can go up. Same.
The general manager was so angry that he had a stroke.
In fact, rather than suppressing the other party with words, Ling Xi wanted to smash the water glass directly into the other party's face. It's just that he absolutely can't do it. If he does, it will be his fault. He must leave in a dashing manner and fight against the general manager's inferior arrangement with a high chin. No matter how much she told herself, "I can't do it", but when she walked out of the office, Ling Xi still couldn't help but slammed into the door heavily. The door frame made a loud noise when it met the door panel, and the photo frame hanging on the wall smashed. Next, the general manager was startled.
Ling Xi felt unhappy in his heart, but he couldn't show a little bit on his face. With so many eyes in the company staring at him, he couldn't let them spy out any information through his expressions.
He walked out of the company with his head buried in it, and quickly took a taxi and drove in the direction of home.
He didn't feel relieved until he was in the car. He stretched out his sweaty hand and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. On the screen, the light dots representing the recording flickered on and off, and the recording time was as long as 30 minutes.
The general manager of Yangtian Media looked down on Ling Xi, and felt that this little artist with no prospects for development was a puppet in his hands and could be controlled by him. He never imagined that Ling Xi was prepared this time. Before stepping into the company, Turn on the phone's recording function.
The content of this half-hour-long recording is very clear, and the conflict points are mainly concentrated in the last five minutes. He edited it a little, took out the next five minutes of recording, and sent it to Wu Youpeng as soon as possible.
In business, the person he trusts the most and relies on will always be his (former) agent.
Five minutes later, Wu Youpeng, who had listened to the recording, called him. Before Ling Xi could say hello, Wu Youpeng burst out a series of swear words.
"Did that idiot hold all the shit back in his head without shit for three months? This kind of rubbish decides he can say anything? And let you be the gunman? Give me a pistol and I'll kill him first! I Never shoot at his head, for fear of smashing his skull and expelling shit!"
Every time he pushed Angkor in a hurry, Ling Xi's level of personal attack was an eye-opener.
Ling Xiguang felt disgusting just listening to him describe it: "I originally thought that the company had never arranged an agent for me, and maybe it would randomly promote an assistant who had just worked for half a year to be my agent. I didn't expect that he didn't even have the idea of superficial skills. , let me be a gunman directly, and it seems that he wants to squeeze me dry in the last two years." He said seriously: "You have to know that no one in this world can squeeze me dry except An Ruifeng."
"..." Wu Youpeng didn't even have the strength to say "excuse me" this time.
Wu Youpeng dragged the topic from Ling Xi's sex life back to the recording: "When I first started to lead a group, the company told me that the line for the 'direction group' was a creative team, but I think this month, except for vocal music lessons It's just a dance class, I haven't taken a lyric writing class at all, I thought it was running out of time... I didn't expect it to hit you!"
Ling Xi smiled: "I guessed that Angkor, you must not know the company's arrangements. If you knew earlier than me, the head of the general manager would have become a pig's head."
After discussion, the two of them unanimously decided that it is not yet time to terminate the contract. Now it is not enough to rely on this recording as evidence. It is better to have other evidence to prove that during the signing of Yangtian, the company did not give him the due Treatment, and even repeated mistakes in promotion methods, so as to give him more leverage in the lawsuit.
It's just that Ling Xi and the general manager are so awkward now that it's very inconvenient to move around in the company, so it all falls to Wu Youpeng to collect evidence.
Referring to this, Ling Xi felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry Angkor, but now you have an artist group that can allow you to fully display your talents for you to cultivate, but let you take risks for my affairs. If the company finds out, it will be difficult for you. The job opportunities that came with it are gone…”
"What is this?" Wu Youpeng said: "On the one hand is the rascal dog I have raised for ten years, and on the other is the ugly duckling I took over for a month... Even if those ugly ducklings can really become white swans and take me to the sky, I will I'm still more reluctant to keep a stupid dog that I've raised for so long."
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After leaving the company, Ling Xi did not go to An Ruifeng, but went directly to the apartment allocated by the company to rest. Today, An Ruifeng is recording a talk show in the south of the city. It is expected to be recorded until more than eight o'clock in the evening. There will be variety shows in other studios in the south of the city tomorrow. In order to facilitate the communication between the young couple, Xu Zhiqiang specially sent An Ruifeng's work plan to Ling Xi in advance, so that Ling Xi could clearly know when to contact An Ruifeng and urge him to rest early to save his energy.
Ling Xi's apartment is in the north of the city, and it takes more than three hours to travel from south to north. Ling Xi has to stay in the north of the city to deal with company affairs for the past few days. An Ruifeng's schedule is also full. We won't be able to meet in the next few days.
Although Ling Xi regretted it, she still accepted the result positively. On the contrary, An Ruifeng was lonely and unbearable, and he couldn't sleep alone. If he didn't see Ling Xi all night, his thoughts spread into a river, enough to irrigate the desert into a delta.
After finishing today's work, An Ruifeng called Ling Xi as soon as he got into the nanny car.
"Ling Xi, did you sleep well last night? Did you eat on time today? Did you see Angkor? What are you doing now?"
Ling Xi only picked up the most important answer: "I'm thinking of you."
"That's such a coincidence, I just happen to be thinking of you too."
The two were sweet on the phone, as if the stars in the sky were blooming. They talked about some unnutritious things one by one, from how the sun is so big today to the flock of birds fighting outside the window, as if there are endless topics to talk about. After chatting for a long time, they turned to business.
An Ruifeng asked Ling Xi how the deep chat with the company's leaders turned out today.
Ling Xi did not hide it, and repeated the matter one by one. He was past his most indignant moments, speaking of the disgusting conversation with a calm voice and a calm mood. He said that he had recorded the other party's coercion of him as a shooter, and he would file a lawsuit to terminate the contract after collecting enough evidence.
After listening to his words, An Ruifeng was very distressed. He had been backed by a big tree for several years since his debut, and the wind was smooth. The contract signed by the company with him was extremely loose, and almost all rights and no obligations were written on a few pages. Although he has heard of the hardships that many low-level artists in the circle have gone through, he has never faced that kind of predicament directly.
Now that he heard that his boyfriend had encountered such a big setback at work, An Ruifeng could not wait to fly to Ling Xi's side immediately to make him happy and help him solve the problem.
Ling Xi of course disagreed: "How late is this? You have two variety shows and a magazine photo shoot tomorrow, how many hours are left to sleep when you come to my side? Besides, this kind of thing can't be solved in a day or two. , this is a protracted battle, and when I have collected all the evidence, I will ask you to find me a lawyer who is good at filing lawsuits in this area."
An Ruifeng insisted on going, insisting that it would not matter if he slept a few hours less. Ling Xi couldn't bear to let him run back and forth, and said that they would meet in a few days and then talk.
The two had tossed about this matter for 20 minutes, An Ruifeng took a step back first: "Ling Xi, let's not make money for this matter. Whether I will go or not, let God decide."
"Ah? How does God decide?"
"I'll send you a WeChat red envelope now, and I'll give you two options. Guess how much is in it. I'll send it first, and then you'll guess. Finally, you open the red envelope. If you guess right, I won't go. If you can't guess, I'll go. "
Ling Xi thought that if this matter was not resolved, neither of them could sleep well tonight, so he agreed to the suggestion made by An Ruifeng.
A minute later, An Ruifeng sent Ling Xi an unknown WeChat red envelope.
An Ruifeng: "Guess how much is it? 6 yuan or 8 yuan?"
Ling Xi: "I guess it's 8 yuan."
An Ruifeng: "Then take it apart."
Ling Xi clicked on the red envelope, and the small animation of money sprinkled on the screen jumped for a second, and finally settled on a number.
9 bucks.
"... An Ruifeng, you!"
An Ruifeng's love words are endless: "I'm already on my way to your house. ^_^"