Qin Ze was sitting alone in the living room, playing with his mobile phone with his head down. He was watching the growth of Qin Baobao's popularity. Not surprisingly, it was growing steadily, although there were many negative comments. At this time, he saw some netizens complaining:
"Why can't I find "Fairy Tale" sung by Qin Baobao online? It's so urgent."
"I like her "Invisible Wings", but it is not available on several major music apps."
"On the Music Billboard, you can find her songs, but they don't have the copyright, so you can't listen to them. There are editing resources on the Internet, but they are live versions, and there are too many noises."
"No copyright? Such a good song, why wasn't it posted on the Internet immediately? What is her company doing?"
"Yes, yes, online authorization can not only make money, but also increase popularity. What does the company behind her think?"
Qin Ze's heart moved, he could not only make money, but also increase his popularity...
Can't wait to take out his mobile phone, he dialed the customer service of the official website of "Music Billboard".
"Hello, welcome to call the customer service hotline of the Music Billboard. For self-service, please..."
Qin Ze chose manual service.
After a while, the phone was connected, and a pleasant female voice said: "Hello, this is the customer service hotline of the Music Billboard. The job number is 3011230 to serve you."
"Hello, I have a song that I want to sell to you... Well, I only sell online copyrights, what should I do?"
"Hello, you can choose the option "I want to sell songs" on the official website, go through the process, upload the song sample to the official website, and wait for our staff to verify it... and we will reply to you within seven working days .”
"Well, I can't wait that long." Qin Ze waited for her to finish before speaking.
"Sorry, I can have a process."
"The online copyrights of the three songs I sold are "Invisible Wings", "Legend", and "Fairy Tale".
"..."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and the customer service said in a surprised voice: "Sir, do you have a copyright qualification certificate?"
"Yes, what do I need to give you?"
"A moment, a moment, a moment..." The customer service voice suddenly became excited: "I will transfer you to our manager."
After waiting for a long time, the call was successfully transferred. It was a middle-aged male voice with a mellow voice, but he was not a manager of the copyright department. He introduced himself: "Mr. Qin, I am the director of the marketing department, and my surname is Wang."
Didn't you mean the manager? Qin Ze was taken aback: "How do you know the surname is Qin?"
He did not report his name to customer service.
"We have contacted Xingyi Company for the three songs sung by Teacher Qin, but they said that they do not have the copyright, but they are actively negotiating with Ms. Qin... Since the copyright is not in Xingyi, it means that Teacher Qin What was said in the show was the truth, and it should be her younger brother who wrote the lyrics and composed the music, that is, you, Mr. Qin."
"what do I need to do?"
"First of all, thank you very much for your support and trust in our platform. The authorization process will be discussed later, let's talk about the copyright fee first. I think this is the most important thing."
Qin Ze smiled: "Yes, what price are you going to offer?"
"Does Mr. Qin know anything about this?"
"No."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then he said with a smile: "Mr. Qin, our copyright fee is settled according to the popularity of the song itself and the singer's popularity. The popularity of the song is enough to be listed as a boutique, but Mr. Qin's reputation... . . . ”
"I understand, just tell me how much it is." Qin Ze said.
The copyright of a song has a lot to do with the singer. The same song, sung by a big star, is more popular than ordinary people. A very simple example, an album released by a first-line singer, even if the song is mediocre, can still sell for a good price, because the audience buys it and agrees. If it was replaced by an unknown pop singer, who would buy it
"For each song, we give 100,000 yuan in online copyright fees."
Having grown up so big, Qin Ze, who has never seen a hundred thousand yuan before, almost blurted out: Brother, I still have N first masterpieces here, do you want them
The online copyright of a high-quality song is only sold for 100,000 yuan, which is a loss for first-line singers. But Qin Ze doesn't care. He is short of money, extremely short of money. Now that the stock market is dying, he is suffering from lack of money to show his talents. The dream of "he can replace him" has never been realized.
"No problem." Qin Ze made a decision.
"You register an account on our official website, there is an option called "I want to sell songs" in the background, follow the above steps, don't hang up the phone, and ask me at any time if you don't understand. Oh, I almost forgot, you now Is it convenient to use the computer?"
"Convenient." Qin Ze exited the market interface, switched to the browser, entered the official website of "Music Billboard", registered an account, logged in, and went to the background. Clicking on the "I want to sell songs" option, he first uploaded his ID photo, selfie, and copyright electronic certificate photo for music copyright application, and uploaded the copyright certificates of the three songs together.
Produced by the system, it must be a high-quality product. Every song that Qin Ze exchanged has the registered copyright. It is imperative to be defensive. Copyright is the same thing as patents. Don't make a wedding dress for someone at that time, and lose your wife and lose your army.
"Okay, I have received it here, and I will send a contract to your mailbox later, you make two copies, sign it, and send a copy of the copyright letter along with it. Photos alone are not enough."
"Send me the address."
"It will be sent to your mobile phone later by text message. We will send you the payment within three working days after we receive the contract. As for the return of your other contract, it should be delayed for a few days."
"no problem."
In the afternoon, Qin Ze went out, found a graphic store nearby, printed out copies of the contract and copyright, and hired a courier guy to send the two contracts together with the copyright book.
Having earned 300,000 yuan for nothing, Qin Ze was so happy that his feet were light and he wanted to fly.
"I stand on the cusp of the storm and hold on tightly, the sun and the moon spin..."
He felt that he was a tide-rider standing on the top of the waves, with the sun and the moon in his hands, rich, powerful, and a woman...
Thinking of a woman, the door to the opposite room opened, my sister stuck her head out, pouted her lips slightly, and said coquettishly, "I'm hungry."
Familiar tone, familiar expression, this is the way my sister seeks peace.
When Qin Ze seeks peace, he usually bows his head to admit his mistake, and then launches a sugar-coated offensive to make his sister happy. But my sister wants to save face, so of course she can't bow her head and admit her mistakes, usually in a coquettish and cute way, to tell Qin Ze: Let's make up.
If Qin Ze accosts her, respond to her request and agree to sue on behalf of Qin Ze. If Qin Ze ignores it, it means refusing.
Qin Ze didn't even look at her.
Qin Baobao pouted quietly, bearing the burden of humiliation: "Your Majesty, this concubine deserves death for offending Long Yan."
Only then did Qin Ze glance at her: "Come here and rub your shoulders."
"Oh." Qin Baobao came running on pink sandals, pattering.
"Your Majesty, are you comfortable? Is the concubine's service okay?" Qin Baobao said softly.
Qin Ze patted her hand: "It's not bad, that's fine."
In fact, my sister's pressing is not comfortable at all. The nails are too long and the force is too soft. Qin Ze is just symbolically promoting the power of being the master.
"Tsk tsk, concubine concubine bowing her knees like this is begging for pleasure... bah, here comes the begging song."
Qin Baobao made a cute expression with teary eyes at the right time.
"Li Xuegang sings rock and roll. Considering the popularity gap between you, even if you perform exceptionally well, you may not be able to beat him."
Qin Baobao nodded: "Yeah, I think so too."
"The safest and most effective way is to sing rock and beat the opponent in the field he is most familiar with."
"Ah?" Qin Baobao opened his mouth, "Your sister is safe, you are definitely defeated, right?"
"That's why you don't know how good I am." Qin Ze chuckled and patted his sister, "Listen up."
"Hmm." Qin Baobao pecked his head, put his hands flat on his knees, and sat obediently on a small bench.
Qin Ze got up and left the sofa, stood in the living room, cleared his throat, and began to sing in a deeply affectionate and deep voice.
A few minutes later, Qin Ze finished singing, gasped slightly, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "How about it, is this song okay!"
Qin Baobao's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide, with an expression of "my little friend and I were stunned".
"This, this, is this a love song or a rock?"
"A love song in a rock, a rock in a love song."
Qin Baobao blushed suddenly: "But shouldn't love songs be sad, soothing, bright and lighthearted? What kind of love songs are rock and roll love songs? They're clanging and noisy."
"Then what do you think of my rock love song?" Qin Ze asked back.
"It's so, so, so great..." Qin Baobao's fair face was flushed, charming and seductive, and she was very excited.
Qin Zexin said, when I first heard it, I was also shocked. The music in the parallel space is simply bug.
"Bring me a pen and paper, and I'll write the score for you."
Qin Baobao was so happy that he jumped into Qin Ze's arms in an unladylike manner, hooked his legs around his waist, hugged his face and kissed him wildly.
"Ah Ze, how did your brain grow? Are you still my younger brother? Don't hide... let my sister kiss you enough, let my sister kiss you enough, maybe I can write songs." Qin Baobao imitated the Northeast dialect, Said a sentence: Oh, my mother.
Qin Ze had goosebumps all over his body, "If you don't know how to say it, don't say it, neither fish nor fowl."