Because the other party was a great person, Zhang Jing lowered the car window and took the initiative to say hello.
"Good evening, Daddy."
It’s not Zhang Jingqiu who calls the other person “Bottle Daddy”. Kandela and the director of his eldest brother’s bad movie also call others “Bottle Daddy”.
This is also the other party's stage name.
"Good evening, little brother."
The bottle blowing daddy was wearing a gray knitted fabric T-shirt, with what looked like a crystal-encrusted cross hanging on his chest. He drove a white bent-over Angel.
The image looks very social.
"How about having a cup of coffee together?" Zhang Jing asked invitingly.
"Ophucus."
The bottle-blowing dad agreed happily, passed the red light, drove forward about 20 meters and found a parking space on the roadside to stop.
Zhang Jing drove forward about thirty meters to find a parking space, then turned around and found a bottle blowing dad in his fifties on the street.
Since meeting Daddy Bottle Blowing at Candela's birthday party last time, Zhang Jing went back to check the information.
The other party has achieved greater success not only in the fashion world, but also in the business world.
The key point is that his status in the African-American recording industry is similar to Hsieh Tse-dan's status in the Hollywood script industry. He is a big star.
There were restaurant tables and chairs on the street, and the two of them sat down facing each other.
The waiter came up to order. Zhang ordered a glass of mango juice and the bottle blowing daddy ordered a large glass of beer.
"I've seen your news on the Internet," the old man said with his white teeth, "Is the stick news true?"
"Really," Zhang Jing was not embarrassed at all, "I saved many people."
The old man smiled and said, "What do you want from me?"
"Yes," Zhang Jing asked without wasting time, "Do you know the warehouse treasure hunter?"
The bottle blowing dad nodded, "The bet between the garbage collector and the warehouse company."
"I also did warehouse treasure hunting for a while," Zhang Jing said. "At that time, I knew someone who owned a pickup truck and was really responsible for cleaning up garbage."
The bottle blowing dad nodded and motioned for Zhang Jing to continue.
"Because it's hard to make money, her income is unstable, and because she's been in jail and owes credit cards, her credit score is very low and she can't find a job, so she hopes I can give her a stable job."
At this time the waiter brought drinks and beer.
"Then what?" The bottle blower asked as he took the beer and took a swig.
"I am a soft-hearted person and hired her."
In fact, she was applying for a green card and needed to recruit ten people. Zhang Jing said, "Later I found out that she sang well, so I asked someone to spend 6 million yuan to send her to the University of Southern California to learn singing."
After hearing this, the bottle-blowing father was finally moved and asked to the point: "You're not talking about Udo Xiyao, are you?"
"That's her," Zhang Jingcheng admitted, "I want to hire you to release her first album."
A music producer is a series of creative work including composing, writing lyrics, arranging, recording, mixing, mastering, and post-production.
A good music producer can also create songs of different styles based on different singers.
Very popular.
The bottle-blowing dad was quite surprised. He never expected that Zhang Jing would cultivate an African-American female singer.
Oh my God, that's 6 million yuan, how can I give it up!
"You are very brave, and I am very grateful that you have sacrificed a lot for my compatriots," Bottle Blowing Daddy gave Zhang Jing a thumbs up, "However, the price of hiring me is not cheap."
"Please quote me." Zhang Jing was ready to be stabbed.
"A deposit of 500,000 yuan, plus 60% of the income from the songs created in the next five years."
Zhang Jing reminded, "Youni Xiyao is your descendant."
"I have many people of my own ancestry," Daddy said flatly, "I can't take care of them."
After thinking for more than ten seconds, Zhang Jing thought it was too expensive, so it would be better to let Yudo Xiyao settle down for two more years.
With a decision in his mind, Zhang Jing raised his juice glass and said, "Forget it."
The expression on the bottle blowing father's face became a little subtle. He raised his glass and touched it with Zhang Jing.
He stood up and tentatively said: "If you think my offer is expensive, you can try to make a counter-offer."
Zhang Jing was wondering in his heart, he was clearly bargaining just now, couldn't he understand what people were saying?
So, Zhang Jing said in plain English, "Cut yourself first."
"A deposit of 500,000 yuan," looking into Zhang Jing's eyes, the bottle-blowing daddy said in his mind, "plus 50% of the income from the songs he creates in the next five years."
Their eyes met, Zhang Jing's mind was racing, and he suddenly realized that he was almost fooled by the other party.
Again, don’t think you can take advantage of others.
The reason why the bottle blowing daddy is willing to renegotiate the price is most likely because he has other intentions.
In other words, he is willing to create for Yuduo Xiyao, but pretends to be reserved.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jing swung the Heavenly Sword and slashed the bottle blowing father on the ankle, "2 million yuan, buy out at least five high-quality works."
The old man rolled his eyes at the blow.
In the end, after repeated wrangling and four or five glasses of fruit juice and beer, it was recently determined that five million yuan would be used to buy out three works.
Wait for one year for creation.
The price sounds expensive, but with the ranking of Bottle Daddy here, Zhang Jing actually takes advantage.
At the end of the conversation, Zhang Jing asked curiously, "Why are you willing to take my order?"
"I heard Udo Xiyao singing at the University of Southern California," said the truth. "She is a genius and will be famous in the future. If I can become her godfather, I can also become famous. I will regret it if I miss it." "
"..."
Zhang Jing's first reaction was regret. He should have persisted just now, maybe he could cut more.
The second reaction was that I was lucky that I didn't cut too much.
Similar to eating in a restaurant, if the meal costs 100 yuan, some people will tip 15 yuan, and some people will tip 25 yuan.
Although tipping is compulsory, giving more or less is a sign of respect for workers.
The same goes for asking a bottle-blowing daddy to produce an album. Free prostitution and low prices are not advisable, otherwise it will be like digging a hole for yourself and being disgraced to the other side of the ocean.
After seeing off the bottle-blowing father, Zhang Jing sat in the car and called Yuduo Xiyao on the phone.
"Oss, good evening."
"Good evening," Zhang Jing greeted, "Where are you now?"
"The dormitory in the cowshed area."
"I just met the bottle blowing daddy. He promised to customize three pieces for you. I have given him your contact information. You can keep in touch."
There was a slight pause, and then Yuduo Xiyao burst into tears in the dormitory and couldn't stop it.
Hearing that Yuduo Xiyao was suppressing her emotions, Zhang Jing said interestingly: "Sing well and try to make my life better and better."
This was a joke, but Yuduo Xiyao couldn't laugh. She sobbed, "oss, I love you."
"I love you too, goodnight."
"Wait a minute," Yudohiyao stopped Zhang Jing from hanging up the phone, "Ms. Milica will have a game at the Los Angeles Baseball Stadium tomorrow night. I was going to sing "Xinke Sashimi", can you change the song?"
"Of course," Zhang Jing said happily even if it has nothing to do with money, "As long as you like it, I will also be there to cheer for Milika tomorrow."
