A song about a southern girl made her ex-girlfriend cry on the judges' bench

Fan Ying had registered the copyright and written the score before coming. After handing the score to Wang Dongyang, he politely said goodbye to the two.

Not to mention in this era full of outdated songs, even in his original world, Blue Lotus is the best of the best. Although the specific price still needs to be discussed between Wang Dongyang and his friends in the circle, he believes it will definitely not be too low. At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Wang Dongyang called

"Fan Ying, I sent your demo to Hezhong Culture. I have a friend working there."

"I asked about the price, and he gave me two options, one is profit sharing, and the other is a buyout. If it's profit sharing, it means you and the company will split it 50-50, provided you sing it yourself. If you let someone else sing it, you have to give part of your half to the singer."

"If I wanted to buy it out, the price they offered was 150,000 to 200,000 yuan, which I thought was a bit low, because they said there were no songs of this style on the market, and it was not enough for industry insiders to think it was good, it had to be verified by the market."

"He was worried that if he bought the copyright at a high price, the market response would not be good. Besides, since he was not well-known, no one could guarantee which song would be a hit and which would not, so he could not bid too high."

"I personally recommend you to take a share of the profits. The long-term income of this song will definitely be more than 200,000 yuan."

Fan Ying also understood this, but he was in urgent need of money, and selling a song for 200,000 yuan was really not a low price. His parents worked hard for a month, and their combined salary was only about 10,000 yuan.

"Teacher, something happened at home, so I should buy it out if I can."

Wang Dongyang felt a little sorry, but this was Fan Ying's song after all, and he had no right to make the decision.

"OK, then I'll tell the other end, should the songwriter use your real name or......"

"Let 's use a pseudonym."

Fan Ying said,"Just call me Qiu Di."

Qiu Di, Di Qiu, Earth, Fan Ying played a little homophony.

He was not the real creator of this song, but he could not sign the original author, so he had to use the Earth as a general substitute, as a tribute to the creators of the original world.

In fact, if he sang this song himself, it would be a good opportunity to become famous, but he did not plan to make a big splash for the time being, mainly because there were still many things to learn, and Fan Zhiguo would not agree with him"not doing his job properly."

At least he had to wait until he graduated from university to give an explanation to his family.

He decided to hide his identity first, and if he needed money, he would write songs for others under the name Qiu Di.

He was somewhat glad that he always slacked off and listened to songs at work, and liked to recite lyrics when he had nothing to do. Otherwise, without a system and without knowing any songs, it would be a waste of time to travel through time and space, holding a wooden hoe against a gold mine. Dazed!

Wang Dongyang was very efficient. He got the contract from the company on the third day. He also helped Fan Ying to read it in advance and confirmed that there were no unfair clauses before letting him sign.

After sending the contract back, it was reviewed. After almost a week of review, there was an extra 200,000 yuan in Fan Ying's card. The breakup fee of 200,000 yuan from his ex-girlfriend, the copyright of the song of 200,000 yuan, plus the 200,000 yuan saved by Fan Zhiguo, was just enough for Li Liqiu's surgery.

Fan Ying gave the bank card to Fan Zhiguo. He knew that with Li Liqiu's temper, she would never agree to the surgery. Fan Zhiguo could not persuade her at all. If he wanted to make her change her mind, he had to do it himself.

He came to Li Liqiu's bedside, and Li Liqiu smiled immediately.

Mothers are always like this. Whenever they see their sons, they will never show their painful side.

"My son, it's freezing outside. Don't come to see me so often. Rest at home and don't catch a cold."

"Mom, what are you talking about? You are sick and in the hospital, how can I not come to see you?"

Fan Ying chatted with Li Liqiu about family matters, and intentionally or unintentionally led the topic to the direction of treatment.

"Mom, you may not know this, but I signed up for a guitar class after the college entrance exam. Now I can play the guitar very well and even write songs."

"I sent my song to my teacher, and he kept praising me for my good writing. He also recommended it to an entertainment company, who said they wanted to buy my song. Guess how much I sold it for?"

Li Liqiu just smiled and said,"Mom doesn't understand these things."

"Just guess it." Fan Ying said coquettishly.

Li Liqiu thought for a moment and said,"Five hundred?"

Fan Ying shook his head and said,"That's too low. Guess again.""

"One thousand?"

Fan Ying still shook his head.

"Mom, I won’t guess anymore. I can’t guess."

Fan Ying then smiled and stretched out four fingers.

Li Liqiu subconsciously asked,"Four, four thousand?"

Fan Ying didn’t say anything, but kept shaking his four fingers.

Li Liqiu looked a little strange, with a little disbelief, and asked,"Could it be 40,000?"

Fan Ying smiled even more, and no longer kept the secret, and said bluntly,"Add another zero, it’s 400,000! Mom, I sold 400,000 for one song!"

Lan Lianhua’s 200,000, plus the breakup fee of 200,000, isn’t that 400,000?

He said excitedly,"Our family has saved enough money for the operation. As long as you sign, we can contact the doctor right away!"

Li Liqiu was also very excited, but soon calmed down and said with a straight face:

"Son, could it be that your father sold our house and teamed up with you to frame me?"

"I've already said that it doesn't matter whether my disease can be cured or not, I can't put all my family's wealth into it. Where's your dad? Call your dad and tell him to hurry back. Why are you wasting time on buying food?"

Li Liqiu became angrier and angrier as she spoke, and she felt that her guess was correct.

She had watched Fan Ying grow up with her own hands. Didn't she know whether Fan Ying had musical talent? It didn't sound practical for Fan Ying to make money by selling songs. If he sold for three or five hundred yuan, she would still think it was a blind cat catching a dead mouse, a pie in the sky falling. But how could it be possible to sell for four hundred thousand? Do you think other people's money comes from the wind?

If writing songs is so profitable, wouldn't everyone stop working and write songs?

The older generation's ideas are like this. They always think that if something can make a lot of money, not everyone can do it, and thus infer that such a thing is unrealistic, subconsciously ignoring that talent is not something that everyone can have.

Fan Ying knew that Li Liqiu would definitely not believe him just by talking, so he took out the contract he had prepared long ago.

"Mom, look, it clearly says here that the copyright belongs to Hezhong Culture, and then it says here that the payment amount is 200,000, and the name of the second party is Fan Ying, and the stage name is Qiu Di."

"How can a contract written in black and white be fake? There is also a contract for the remaining 200,000 yuan, just like this one, so I didn't bring it with me."

Li Liqiu took the contract and her hands began to tremble for some reason. Fan Ying knew that there was only one step left, so he quickly took advantage of the situation and said:

"Mom, I can make money now, so I don't need you to help me save money for my wife. Just treat your illness. If you don't have enough money, I'll find a way!"

Fan Zhiguo was at the door and heard Li Liqiu sobbing. He was holding a lunch box in one hand and holding the bank card in his pocket tightly with the other hand.

"Li Qiu, our son has really made progress......."