super item

Chapter 339

Oh my god, 100 million...Could it be that I sold my brother himself!

Uh, no, even if I sell my brother, it probably won't be worth the money, not even the chrysanthemum pig!How can people manage money better than pigs these days?Doesn't that mean that if prices don't rise and wages rise, it's the opposite?

A harmonious society cannot do this!
"What's the matter? Mr. Han, why didn't you reply? Do you think the price is too low? It doesn't matter, just ask, we can discuss it." Hearing that Han Qiu didn't reply for a long time, the other party thought that Han Qiu didn't like the 100 million.

The other party didn't know that Han Qiu didn't speak for a long time, not because he didn't like the 100 million, but because he liked it so much that he was dumbfounded.

Chrysanthemum Pig sold out her lust and made so many advertisements, and the business of Murong Wei's musical instrument store suddenly became super hot. Han Qiu's account suddenly swelled in a short period of time, exceeding six figures, and then it was eaten up all at once. In the experiment.

These six figures, in Han Qiu's eyes, were already an unimaginably huge sum of money.Now do nothing, sell and sell copyrights, suddenly it is 100 million.No one can bear this kind of strong stimulation.

What’s even more exciting is: judging from the other party’s tone, it seems there is still room for a price increase?

Gosh!Could it be that the pie fell from the sky and fell on my brother?

Calm down!Be calm!Han Qiu tried his best to suppress his excitement and told himself to hold his breath.

"Well, this... the specific price, I think it's up to my secretary to discuss." Han Qiu thought for a while: He thinks there is no such thing as a free lunch these days. The good thing is that the discus falls from the sky, and if you are not careful, you can smash your head with a scar as big as a bowl.

The other party was able to pay such a high price to buy out this song. It must be for some purpose of making money. If it was only used to make records or something, they would lose their pants, and the videos are already flying all over the sky...

Even a rookie in the business field understands the problem, let alone those businessmen who are shrewd to the bone. No one wants to do business at a loss.They have a mouthful of 100 million, which must be the reserve price. The real value is far more than that. If I agree casually, won't I be played as a winner?

His own knowledge of the music field was very limited, so he had an idea and stabilized the other party so that he could find a "secretary" who knew how to do it.

Hearing the word secretary, the other party couldn't help but startled slightly, but soon his voice returned to normal, and he made an appointment with the time and place, waiting for Han Qiu and his secretary to come.

"Hey, you idiot, now that you've become famous, your pomp has become even bigger. You even have a secretary." Zhong Yiyi glared at Han Qiu and said in a sour tone: "Do you still have a mistress, Xiaomi?"

"Pay attention to your quality..." Han Qiu wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned to look at Ouyang Feifei, and asked softly, "Sister Feifei, I want to ask you something."

"Are you going to hire me to be your secretary?" Ouyang Feifei smiled playfully, with a hint of ridicule in her tone.

"Hey, the one who gave birth to me, the one who knows me, Sister Feifei. It's hard to find a bosom friend through the ages!" Han Qiu looked up to the sky and sighed: "Sister Feifei, I don't even know what to say."

Seeing Han Qiu's appearance, Ouyang Feifei couldn't help laughing, this kid is so funny!

"Ah? So the secretary you were talking about is Sister Feifei! You are a big idiot, it's too outrageous? How can a big star like Sister Feifei be your secretary?" Zhong Yiyi finally came to his senses at this time, Who is the secretary that Han Qiu is talking about?He even heard him say that a close friend is hard to find, and I couldn't help but feel a little stunned.Although I knew it was a joke, but for some reason, I just felt uncomfortable deep inside.

"You don't have to be so hard to flatter, right? You must want to get rid of the secretary's salary?" Ouyang Feifei smiled helplessly at Han Qiu: "Forget it, I'm afraid of you, so I'll give you a day's work for free. A secretary for a day. The salary can be waived, but the business is negotiated, and the share cannot be reduced."

"Sister Feifei, stop joking with me, I'm just wondering." Han Qiu suddenly put on a serious face, and said doubtfully: "This song has been uploaded on the Internet, if you want to sell it The market for records is already very small. Why would anyone pay to buy out the copyright? It’s 100 million yuan at the first sale, and it’s really a waste of money? Could it be that they have too much money and no place to spend it?”

"Spend money like water, that's because they think the return will be like rivers and rivers, and they are willing to pay you 100 million, which means they can earn at least 200 million from you." Ouyang Feifei said seriously.

Han Qiu nodded and said, "I heard a popular saying recently: Don't be afraid of being used by others, just be afraid of being useless. I guess that's what it means."

"You're right. Businessmen are only interested in profit, and they will never do business at a loss." Ouyang Feifei stretched out her hand and gently brushed her ears and hair, and said to Han Qiu: "I don't know the specific purpose of your song now. But it is estimated that the asking price is 500 million, which should be more reliable.”

500?Han Qiu felt a little dizzy for a moment. Damn, so much money is enough to bury his brother alive!

Feeling dizzy, Han Qiu and Ouyang Feifei arrived at the place agreed upon by each other.

Seeing the other party for the first time, Han Qiu's heart skipped a beat!
There were two men who came into view, one of them was imposing and full of energy, at first glance he looked like a proud elite, at a young age, he was about to join the ranks of successful people.

"Mr. Han Qiu, you're here. Over here." He saw Han Qiu and Ouyang Feifei from a distance and greeted them politely.Han Qiu immediately heard that it was him who called him.

To have done this at such a young age, this should be a very good guy.

But why is such an excellent guy, compared with the slightly short, unattractive middle-aged man standing beside him, who keeps a smile on his face all of a sudden, he suddenly looks a lot more mediocre.From the temperament of the two, it can be seen at a glance that this outstanding young man is just a migrant worker.

The real boss is this smiling middle-aged man.

The moment Han Qiu saw this middle-aged man, he felt a little uncomfortable.For nothing else, this middle-aged man who looks polite is Japanese!

"No wonder he is so copyright conscious, so he is not a Chinese boss." Han Qiu muttered in his heart.Logically speaking, it is also a good thing to cooperate with foreigners who value copyright, but Han Qiu's psychology is like eating flies when he thinks that the object of cooperation is Japanese.

In fact, although he didn't have a good impression of the Japanese before, he didn't dislike the Japanese to a certain extent. However, since he went to the United States to participate in the international mathematics competition and fought with the Japanese for three consecutive rounds, his impression of the Japanese has changed. Very very bad.

"Han Qiu, pay attention to your emotions. Speaking of which, it's not bad to earn money from the Japanese." Ouyang Feifei is so smart. Seeing Han Qiu's gloomy expression, how could she not guess what he was thinking.It was hard to say it directly at the moment, so he sent Han Qiu a text message on his mobile phone.

It's really interesting that two people who are so close are communicating through text messages on their mobile phones.It seems that couples in love often do this kind of thing...

Han Qiu read the text message sent by Ouyang Feifei, and also persuaded himself in his heart: Yes, there are thousands of mistakes, and there is nothing wrong with the money. Is it wrong to make money?Since it's Japanese money, don't be too polite, grab a thick-backed machete, and slaughter it ruthlessly!

"Well, sister Feifei, I'm going to rip you off hard, don't give me face." Looking at Han Qiu's text message on her phone, Ouyang Feifei smiled knowingly: This guy is really...

The young Chinese who looks very good, in his words and deeds, is obsequious and respectful to his Japanese boss.He made an introduction to both parties. This Japanese is called Inoue, and he is the person in charge of a branch of a large enterprise in China.

Inoue said very little, but he was always very polite and low-key. During the entire negotiation process, he never expressed much opinion.

The voice of his Chinese assistant could be heard in the entire meeting room. He talked endlessly from east to west, and then from west to east. He talked a lot about the original idea and artistic conception of Han Qiu's original song. Heap, except that he didn't open his mouth to adjust the price, nor did he say anything about the usage.

"I'm sorry, let me interrupt. Can we talk about the price first, so that everyone has a bottom line." Ouyang Feifei saw that the other party had not made a statement, and became more and more sure of the value created by Han Qiu's song. It will be very, very big, and sticking to Han Qiu's opinion that you don't need to give him face, hold up the stick and smash it to death!
"How about this, let me make a statement first and quote a price, and everyone can discuss it slowly." Ouyang Feifei stretched out five fingers, asking for 500 million!
Even though Han Qiu was somewhat prepared, seeing that she really yelled out this amount, his eyelids twitched: Shit, I really didn't give my brother face!However, I like it!

"500 million? Are you kidding me?" The young man widened his eyes in surprise, looked at the two with an incredulous look, and shook his head repeatedly: "We are talking about business, not joking, please understand this!"

Then, he began to analyze and calculate from various angles such as music, fans, marketing, marketing, etc., and concluded that the economic value that this song can create will not exceed 200 million.

Han Qiu and Ouyang Feifei secretly exchanged glances, and both looked down upon this guy: Why would a Chinese do so much to his Japanese master?
"500 million is very suitable, deal!" When Han Qiu and Ouyang Feifei were in a dilemma, Inoue, who had been silent all the time, made a decision immediately. The momentum is very shocking.

The Chinese assistant, who was about to ask a question, just shut his mouth, not daring to say anything out loud, and it took him a while to react, and took out the contract.

Isn't this Japanese a bit too generous?
Han Qiu asked tentatively: "Mr. Inoue, what will you use the copyright of this song for?"

"This seems to have nothing to do with you." Inoue smiled politely.

"If you don't know the purpose, then I won't sell it no matter how high the price is."

(End of this chapter)