I’m Really a Superstar

( www.du; read the full text without pop-ups)

morning.

Zhang Ye took a nap by himself.

At almost ten o'clock, a strange phone call came.

"Hello, hello." Zhang Ye yawned and rubbed his eyes to wake up.

"Hello, this is Teacher Zhang Ye, right?" The voice on the other side was a woman's. She was relatively mature, and the last part of her speech was very crisp. "My name is Fang Weihong. You may not know me, but you should have heard of Zhang Yuanqi." However, I am Zhang Yuanqi’s manager, and I just got your contact information from your TV station, so I’m sorry to bother you, but let me get straight to the point, we want to ask you for a favor.”

Got the phone number from the TV station?

Zhang Yuanqi didn't give you my mobile phone number?

Only then did Zhang Ye understand that the queen didn't mention the fact that they had known each other for a long time. Also, the two meetings were a bit ambiguous, and it was hard to tell anyone about being alone, "What are you doing?"

"Do you have time now?" Fang Weihong asked.

"Yes, I have a day off today." Zhang Ye was actually waiting for her.

Fang Weihong said: "I can't explain it clearly on the phone. Let's meet and talk in detail. Where is your address? Send it to me and I will arrange a car to pick you up? I have also seen news online recently. It seems that you have a lot of things to do. So I’ll call and ask first, because I’m afraid you don’t have time.”

Zhang Ye was not polite, "Okay, I'll text you the address."

"Okay, thank you first, let's meet and chat." Fang Weihong hung up the phone.

About twenty minutes later, the driver called Zhang Ye and said he was already downstairs. Zhang Ye went out and saw that it was a new car brand in this world. He didn't quite recognize the trademark, but it should be a high-end car. The grade and specifications are okay, but he looks like he's asking for help, but you guys should show me your bottom first, what's going on? Don't worry, if your buddy can't help you then, that won't be a fool's errand.

A business district.

Downstairs a high-end office building.

The car stopped, the driver got out of the car and asked Zhang Ye to come inside. After speaking to an employee at the front desk, the female employee made a phone call.

Soon, Fang Weihong's figure appeared in the lobby. She was a woman about thirty years old. She was not very beautiful, but she looked quite powerful. She should be a person who speaks and does things neatly. Otherwise, she would not be beaten by Zhang Yuanqi. Trust her to be the agent, which is a very important position.

Fang Weihong looked around, "Teacher Zhang?"

Zhang Ye looked at her, shook hands with her and said, "You must be Sister Fang. I have known her for a long time." In fact, he had never heard of her at all, but for chatting, that was all he had to say.

"Come on, let's go upstairs first and talk as we go." Fang Weihong was wearing flat shoes and walked to the elevator with him and said, "Originally I was supposed to pick you up, but something suddenly happened and I couldn't leave. I'm neglecting you. Don't Do you mind? Besides, it’s not easy to talk about what I’m begging you for this time over the phone. Some of it involves business secrets, so I still want to ask for your opinion in person. Well, we’ll find out when we get up there.”

Ding, the elevator has arrived.

The two walked into a large recording studio. There were about eight or nine people inside. Zhang Ye saw Zhang Yuanqi inside at a glance.

"Sister Zhang." Fang Weihong also called her sister, but he didn't know whether he was really older than her or just an official title.

Zhang Yuanqi looked over and said with a smile: "Wei Hong is back? Who is this?" He was pretending to be something.

Fang Weihong didn't understand, and introduced: "Let me introduce you, this is Teacher Zhang Ye." Looking at Zhang Ye, "Teacher Zhang, I don't need to introduce Sister Zhang, right?"

Zhang Yuanqi stretched out his hand and smiled softly, "Hello, Teacher Zhang. Nice to meet you."

"Hello, Sister Zhang." Zhang Ye also pretended to shake hands with her. This was the first time he saw Zhang Yuanqi smiling at him so kindly. This guy was really not used to it.

For a moment, several other people in the room also looked at Zhang Ye with concern.

Zhang Ye was quite uncomfortable, "Sister Zhang, Sister Fang, why are you here with me?"

"Didn't Wei Hong tell you?" Zhang Yuanqi said with a smile: "Actually, I just want to buy you a copyright."

Zhang Ye blinked his eyes, "Buy me the copyright? I don't have any copyright now." "Three Kingdoms" was all sold, and "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" was basically sold. By the way, the film copyright of "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" is still there, but Even if Zhang Yuanqi wants to make a movie, she shouldn't be the one to buy the copyright. That's the producer's business.

The three of them went over and sat down.

Fang Weihong explained: "That's it, Teacher Zhang. We want to buy the copyright of your "When Will the Water Melody Song Head Jia Yue Come"? Actually, it doesn't count as buying the copyright. We just want to get the authorization from you, the original author, because we all love this poem. We are unanimously optimistic about it and want to make it into pop music, and it will be sung by Sister Zhang in the end, so I want to use your poems as lyrics and we will provide the music. This is a win-win situation, and it can also make your poems more popular and disseminated. "

Zhang Ye was stunned.

What's the copyright of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"?

Khan, is anyone in this world paying attention to this poem?

However, Zhang Ye's answer was very firm, "Sorry, I may not be able to help you with this. If you want to use other poems, I will license them to you for free. Sister Zhang... I have always admired her. I I like her movies and music, so it doesn’t matter whether it’s money or not, but I definitely can’t authorize this song.”

"Why?" Fang Weihong frowned.

Zhang Ye waved his hand, "It won't work anyway, I'm sorry."

Several staff nearby were not happy when they heard this. They said to themselves that Zhang Yuanqi, a super diva, wants to use your poems to release music. What a great opportunity it is. If it had been anyone else, they would have been too late to get excited. , why do you have this attitude when you come here? Still don’t want to sell? What can you do if you keep this poem? Besides, if you just want to publish, these two copyrights have no intersection at all. There is no conflict.

There were several musicians over there who also looked unhappy.

"Who is this person?"

"That's the author of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"."

"Such a big arrogance? Is he famous?"

"Compared with Sister Zhang, he must be less famous. I don't know what he thinks."

Zhang Yuanqi chuckled and said, "Let's do this. Otherwise, let Teacher Zhang listen to the music first?"

Fang Weihong also thought that things might not go so smoothly. She had already made this plan. This was the reason why she did not reveal her identity on the phone but asked Zhang Ye to come directly. She was afraid that Zhang Ye would not agree, so she wanted to persuade him in person. And I want to impress him with the finished music. If it is an ancient poem, the law stipulates that the copyright is free after the death of the original author. It does not matter these things, but Zhang Ye's "Shui Diao Ge Tou" was just created, and the copyright belongs to him. Belongs to any company, so if you want to use his words, you must nod Zhang Ye, otherwise it is impossible, "Okay, Teacher Zhang, let's listen to it first, maybe you will change your mind, haha, let me accuse you first, Without your consent, we first asked several musicians in the circle to compose the music."

Zhang Ye really didn't want to sell it, "I don't think you need to listen to it. How about you read my other poems? For example, "Niannujiao - Chibi Nostalgic", I will license it to you for free."

Zhang Yuanqi smiled calmly, "That poem is narrative in nature, not suitable for lyrics, and the artistic conception is not suitable for me, a lesbian, to sing."

Fang Weihong couldn't help but said: "Listen first."

A musician over there understood and spoke to a staff member.

The staff member went to the console and opened a song that had been recorded earlier. It was not Zhang Yuanqi's voice, but sung by another woman. Her singing skills were just average. It was probably just a song demo, "Mingyue, when will it be?" Can I have some wine? I asked the sky, I wonder, the palace in the sky, what year is this evening..." A few words were added in the middle, and a few words and words were changed.

Fang Weihong introduced: "This song has a strong popularity factor. There are slight changes to the original poems, but they are just some fictitious words. The changes are not big and it is still original."

Zhang Yuanqi looked at Zhang Ye, "What do you think?"

Zhang Ye shook his head, "It doesn't sound good. The pop elements are too much, so that the whole song loses its ancient charm and taste. This is not in line with the artistic conception of the lyrics itself."

The musician couldn't stand it any longer, so he came over and said, "But this is pop music. If it's not popular and the melody is not catchy, how can it be called pop music?" It seemed that he was the one who composed the music.

"This is Wang Ge. The composer has written four or five songs for Sister Zhang." Fang Weihong said.

Wang Ge vowed: "I guarantee that if you use my soundtrack, this song will definitely become a hit."

Zhang Yuanqi smiled and pressed his hands, "Xiao Wang, don't worry, sit down for a while and let Teacher Zhang listen to another song.

Wang Ge must give Sister Zhang's face, so he stopped talking and sat down to listen.

Fang Weihong said hello to the staff, and then said to Zhang Ye: "The song below was created by another lyricist and composer. It has a strong ancient flavor and a very distinctive melody."

Played the next song.

This time it’s a bel canto singing style, the charm is just okay, but the melody is not nice.

Anyway, Zhang Ye listened for a long time and was not interested at all, so he said: "This tune doesn't sound good, it's too obscure." He was not a professional, so he could only speak based on his feelings.

Zhang Yuanqi smiled lightly and said, "Then let's listen to it again. Is it the last song?"

"Well, our team has created three songs, and this is the last one." Fang Weihong said.

In the end, the musician said: "I'll play and sing by myself. I'm not satisfied with what I recorded in the demo because I'm in a hurry." He walked over, picked up a guitar, and sang while playing, "Zhu Ge Low" "Kito Teru no sleep" he brought up the following words and used them in the first sentence, and he used a more rock-like style.

After the last person finished singing, Fang Weihong asked Zhang Ye for his opinion and said, "Teacher Zhang, what do you think?"

Zhang Ye shook his hand, "It doesn't sound good. I said, I really don't want to sell this poem, so forget it." It's not that he doesn't give Zhang Yuanqi face, but that Zhang Ye has other uses for this poem. If If you give them the license, the poem will be ruined, and the finished product will definitely not be very good.