What green plum do you want after being reborn?

It was already the fifth day when Fang Yi got off at his hometown station.

Originally, he was supposed to go home the day after he agreed to register the song copyright, but he still underestimated the popularity of "Drowning". On the third day after the party, his phone was almost being called. exploded.

The information in the world he lives in is almost transparent, and it is not complicated to get his contact information.

The final result is that many people asked him if he was interested in selling the song copyright, or if they wanted to sign a contract with him with a million-dollar annual salary, citing their commercial value.

An ordinary person would definitely be so happy that the pie was dropped out of thin air, so they agreed for fear of missing this opportunity.

But they didn't know that Fang Yi had a smart guy named Xie Mengmeng who knew the rules of the industry in detail.

Xie Mengmeng knows the tricks of this kind of small company all too well. They sign you up to receive a wave of bonuses, and then just hide them after the effect is over, without even knowing what to do with them.

As for this so-called million-dollar annual salary, the company may not have the registered capital, so how can it be given to you? Just come to a direct agreement on the results, and you will make a guaranteed profit without losing money.

The basic salary is fixed, and the dividends are the bulk. If you fail to achieve the expected results in the contract, I'm sorry, but you won't get a penny of this money.

Regarding these junk messages, Xie Mengmeng told him to ignore them all.

If you really want to sell the copyright, you should go to a big company like her, and it was implicitly hinted that her agent has this intention.

More importantly, Xie Mengmeng was obviously still leaning towards him, and told her that the world today has great support for originality. As long as original songs are uploaded to an original broadcast website called 'Voice of Guoyin', then every The person who listens to the song for the first time will pay a certain percentage of the remuneration to the original creator, while the website only charges 15%.

And if any other illegal misappropriation is held accountable, the Voice of China will handle it on his behalf, but relatively speaking, the profit of this song will not be so huge.

If Fang Yi really doesn't want to sell the song copyright, he can record the song in its entirety and upload it to this website.

Seeing that Xie Mengmeng was so interested in him, Fang Yi reciprocated the favor and said that if the other company's price was reasonable in the future, he would not mind selling the operating rights to the song.

Yes, it is just the operating rights, not the complete copyright, because this way he can not only retain his personal commercial singing rights as the original creator, but also take back the other party's operating rights after the contract expires to ensure that his own interests are maximized.

And if Wanteng Entertainment knew that the person who came up with this bad idea for Fang Yi was none other than its own artist Xie Mengmeng, I don’t know what it would think.

Following the path in his memory, Fang Yi soon saw the familiar brick house.

In front of the house is a small courtyard surrounded by fences. It is not big, about 30 square meters.

It was full of green plants and there were many potholes. Originally, there should be small lumps of chicken poop in the potholes, but after Fang Yi brought his classmates home and felt embarrassed, Fang's mother never raised chickens again. .

Looking back now, Fang Yi suddenly realized that he was not a big deal before, always following Su Yimo's butt every day.

Her mother was able to raise her up all by herself, dealing with the chickens in the yard and doing dirty work. She didn't complain, but Fang Yi became pretentious.

With such self-blame, Fang Yi quickly pushed away his own fence.

But before approaching the door, I heard several loud and sharp voices.

Taking a closer look, several aunts with permed hair were gathered around a mahjong table, playing fiercely.

"Bump! Bang, bang!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't you need to be so cruel? I am the banker here!"

"Yes, Guifen is too lucky today. If we keep playing, my man's day's work will be in vain."

"What kind of job do I want to do? Is it you or who else?"

"Fuck you, is it that the one in your family is bad again? He turned into a soft-legged shrimp within 2 minutes of getting on the bed. He wants to be a wild man, right?"

"Yes, I have. I still want your man's life. Will you give it to me?"

"There's nothing I won't do, as long as he has the guts to give it!"

"..."

Fang Yi at the gate twitched the corners of his mouth. These old village ladies were really intolerant of meat and vegetables when they opened their mouths. He took a deep breath and coughed lightly at the door: "Ahem, Mom, I'll be back." ”

"Hey, Xiaoyi, so fast?"

Zhang Guifen was startled, then stood up: "I'm not coming, I'm not coming, my son is back, I have to cook for him."

"It's not like your son has no hands or feet. He's such a big man. He doesn't know how to get some food by himself."

An aunt who had lost miserably wanted to make up for her losses. She was a little unhappy, but she still turned around and said hello to Fang Yi: "Hey, our future college student is back. I haven't seen you for a while. Hey, you're handsome again!"

"Hello Aunt Wang, hello Aunt Xu, Su..."

Fang Yi said hello one by one, and when it was finally the turn of a certain beautiful woman, he hesitated, but finally called out together: "Hello, Aunt Su."

The other two aunts praised Fang Yi for being sensible and growing up a lot.

But while talking, he always looked at Fang Yi's lower body.

Everyone is an old man.

As for this Aunt Su, she said calmly: "You still know how to call me Aunt Su? I thought you had forgotten all the things you promised me before school started."

Fang Yi's eyes changed slightly, and he chose to pretend to be crazy: "Sorry, my memory has never been very good. If I really forget something, please take care of me, Aunt Su, because I am a junior."

I haven’t seen him for a few months, but this brat is quite eloquent and has a sharp tongue.

The sound of "junior" made Susie immediately swallow the words she had spoken and sat there with her arms crossed.

The other two aunts saw the smell of gunpowder here, and didn't care about winning or losing. They smiled coquettishly and ran away as soon as the mahjong tiles were spread out: "I still have something to do at home. Let's go first. The money will be recorded in the account first, and we will figure it out together later. "

Zhang Shufen: "..."

"Mom, have you helped me dry the quilt?"

Fang Yi looked at Zhang Shufen with a smile.

"Quilt? Oh, oh, I haven't dried it yet. I'm going to dry it."

Zhang Shufen was stunned for a moment, then realized what she was doing and ran upstairs.

Seeing his mother leave, Fang Yi slowly looked at Su Qian who was sitting upright: "Aunt Su, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

Su Qian stared at Fang Yi for a while, then nodded slowly: "You are indeed different."

Fang Yi didn't say anything and waited for the next sentence.

Su Qian didn't expect Fang Yi to be so calm, so she stopped beating around the bush: "I want to know what happened between you and Yi Mo. You were fine before you left, but as soon as you came back, this kid locked himself in the room. I can't get out of it, I know my own daughter, if she hadn't been greatly wronged, she would never be like this."

"Have you forgotten what you promised me?"

Seeing the other party's tone of provocation, Fang Yi wanted to laugh from the bottom of his heart, but he held it back and said calmly: "Isn't this all thanks to you?"

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