"There is a lot of commotion on the Internet. I can't find your information. They are attacking others, Lanting, Sound Factory, and Donghuang who plan to buy your copyright. The copyright fee is 100 million. To say that you are committing fraud is equivalent to fraud." The other party said Ask: "What are you going to do?"
He was shocked when he heard about the copyright fee.
Before Gu Mang, the most expensive song in China was listened to by the music king Sheng Sheng, with a copyright fee of 90 million.
Gu Mang directly broke the ceiling of Shengting and sold 100 million yuan.
As expected, I was still shocked.
No matter what he does, he will do it to the best of his ability.
Even arranging and composing music is just for fun to her.
Gu Mang tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, his aura was cold and irritable.
After a long while, she raised her eyelids, stared at the mobile phone on the coffee table, and squinted her eyes.
He spoke slowly, "I remember that your CISAC has my video, so you haven't deleted it."
Lu Chengzhou looked at Gu Mang.
CISAC, the caller is from the International Society of Composers.
The other party laughed, "How can we be willing to delete your video?"
"Okay." Gu Mang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Do it beautifully."
The other party looked at the news on the computer.
"Master Bi and the Piano Association personally said that this is Gu Yin's music. How can it be false?"
"The matter is such a big deal. Gu Mang said that she wrote it casually. Why didn't anyone prove it to her?"
"Can someone prove to her that she came out early haha..."
The other party took a slow breath, and his blood pressure was a little high, "You should fucking think that there is no one behind you, today our Songwriters Association will teach them how to behave!"
People in academia always talk about elegance, but this was the first time he used bad words.
Gu Mang raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Hang up the phone over there.
Lu Chengzhou looked at Gu Mang and asked in a low voice: "What does the Composers Association have to do with you?"
Gu Mang glanced at him and said without emotion, "Oh, my dad used to be the president over there. They kept asking me to succeed my dad, but I didn't agree." After she finished speaking, she got up and went to the entrance.
It was the first time Lu Chengzhou heard her mention her parents and he looked straight at her.
Gu Mang took out the computer from the backpack on the cabinet in the entrance hall and put it back.
The computer was put on the coffee table and turned on, and he sat down casually on the floor.
Fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard.
His face was expressionless, his eyebrows cold and arrogant.
…
Composers Guild Headquarters.
The old man who called Gu Mang was the chairman Wen Zexing, now the top leader.
He put down his cell phone, raised his head and told his assistant, "Use the official Weibo of the Composition Association to post a video and I'll ask you to type."
"Yes." The assistant responded and immediately edited Weibo.
The official blog of the Songwriters Association doesn't have many fans. The members of the association are originally behind-the-scenes workers in music.
But as soon as the video was uploaded, it was directly at the top of Weibo’s trending searches.
The assistant was stunned, turned to Wen Zexing, and said in disbelief: "President, our Weibo has been directly pinned to the top."
Wen Zexing knew who did it without even thinking.
His old friend never had much patience and was simple and crude in solving problems.
This time even Weibo was blocked.
…
The comments on Weibo that scolded Gu Mang and called on her to apologize became more and more intense.
The hundreds of thousands of comments on the dance video of the Department of Medicine are getting more and more ugly and unsightly.
At this time, someone discovered that the pinned post on Weibo suddenly turned into a Weibo post from the International Composers Association.
[Master Bi said in an interview that he first heard this piece two years ago, but Gu Mang had played this piece in our association when she was thirteen years old. She wrote it casually on the spot. Below is the video.]
(End of chapter)