Zhang Lingling had just finished staying up until 3:30 at work and was lying on the bed in her bedroom, fast asleep.
She dreamed that several of her singers had all achieved million-selling golden records, and her company's share had reached one million yuan. She was happily inquiring with the sales staff in the sales department of a certain building. What about the size, orientation and price of each apartment type?
"Hey, I can finally buy a house. I'm so happy!"
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!"
Just when she was drooling and dreaming about signing a contract and paying the deposit, the phone suddenly rang violently!
"Ah~"
After being woken up, she subconsciously yawned.
Then he scratched his hair in confusion, looking for the source of the noise that had woken him up from his sweet dream.
Twenty seconds later, she finally regained her composure, reached out and picked up the phone that had been ringing for a long time on the bedside table, and because her eyes were still blurry at the moment, she clicked on it without seeing who was calling. Connected.
"Hey, who is it? It's so early..."
"Oh? Colleagues from the Commerce Department? Hello, hello, yes, I am Zhang Lingling. What can I do for you?"
The moment she heard the other party self-reporting her identity, Zhang Lingling immediately shuddered and quickly regained her sense as a professional agent.
"Well, I understand. I'll come to the company right away. Please wait for about two... no, an hour and a half. I live a bit far away from the company... Okay, okay, okay, okay, please wait first. Wait for them for a while, I’ll be there soon!”
Zhang Lingling first answered the colleagues' inquiries on the phone with excitement, then excitedly waved her fist in the air after hanging up the phone.
Then he lowered his head somewhat dejectedly and yawned uncontrollably again. He felt that his life was completely dominated by his work. Although he had the commission from Daqu÷ge, it could not make up for the fact that he was beaten early in the morning on weekends. The tired heart that wakes up.
"Forget it, after all, it's another great achievement for Yiqu÷ge...ha~"
After making another call, she steeled herself, opened the contact list on the phone, and called the special contact at the top.
…
"Dingling bell~"
Jiang Kan was eating his own breakfast with a happy expression on his face.
Then the phone on the table beside him suddenly rang.
"Oh? It's Xiao Zhang. Shouldn't she be sleeping in to catch up on her sleep at such an early hour?"
He put down the chopsticks holding the buns, took out a tissue box from the table and wiped his mouth, then picked up the phone and connected it.
"Hey Kan, good morning. Are you having breakfast? I have some good news for you. Do you want to hear it?"
Zhang Lingling's slightly tired but energetic voice came over the phone.
"Haha, good morning, Xiao Zhang. What's the good news?"
Jiang Kan was happy. There was good news this morning. No wonder he saw a few magpies flying past the window when he was doing gymnastics in front of the bed.
"It's like this. My colleagues from the Ministry of Commerce just told me that two guests from Fuso Country became interested in your song "The Wind Rises" for some unknown reason."
"They came directly to the company and wanted to discuss with us the introduction of this song."
Although Zhang Lingling's voice was very tired, her tone was also full of expectation because she was about to negotiate a new deal.
"They are already sitting in the company's conference room. Colleagues from the Ministry of Commerce are receiving them...Do you have time now to go to the company with me to talk to them in detail?"
Jiang Kan raised his eyebrows when he heard this!
Just now, I was still thinking about whether this song had a Fuso version on Earth first and then a Xia Mandarin version. Then there was a guest from Fuso Country who wanted to import the copyright of my song?
Moreover, the song "ヤキモチ" was drawn from the lottery where various magical props are usually drawn. Is it possible that this system can really predict the future?
"Oh? What a coincidence... No, I mean it's so good? Can the copyright of a song be sold twice? Just wait, I'll pack up and come to the company right away..."
"About two...no, an hour and a half, I'll be there for sure. Okay, have a good time too...see you soon!"
Jiang Kan turned off the phone, raised his head and asked in the air:
"System, did you know this, so you gave me this new song?"
"..."
The system didn't answer, so Jiang Kan took it as the default.
What an amazing system that can predict the future...
Jiang Kan murmured in his heart and wiped out the breakfast on the table in a few mouthfuls. He simply rinsed his mouth and hurriedly put on his formal clothes and rushed towards the company.
…
An hour and ten minutes later, Jiang Kan hurried to the company, and coincidentally met Zhang Lingling in the elevator because it was the weekend and there was no traffic jam on the road. Then they took the elevator together to the tenth floor and walked to the conference room No. 1.
"Brother Kan, let's listen to what they have to say for a while. Don't rush to speak. We will try to negotiate a good contract."
The two of them had confirmed that this matter was feasible from the beginning, and then Zhang Lingling discussed it with him and decided to act accordingly.
"I understand, don't worry."
Jiang Kan replied cheerfully.
Thanks to the company's vigorous promotion of "The Wind Rises" for itself, bars and KTVs across the country have introduced this song into their music libraries, so these foreign guests can hear this song, which arouses their imagination. The desire to buy.
In this way, the result of "one chicken and two meals" was inadvertently achieved, and Jiang Kan was quite happy.
"Sister Zhang, Brother Kan, you are here! Let me introduce to you, these two are director Songgang and screenwriter Yamashita from Fuso Country..."
As soon as they entered the conference room, Xiao Ning from the Commerce Department stood up to greet them and introduced their identities to both parties.
"Songgang-san, Yamashita-san, this is Mr. Jiang Kan, the songwriter of the song "The Wind Rises", and this is his assistant, Miss Zhang Lingling. Since you all speak Xia Mandarin, I will leave you for a while. Talk to yourself..."
Xiao Ning politely introduced both parties, then nodded to them and consciously exited the conference room.
"Ha, I have admired you for a long time, Jiang Sang, your song "The Wind Rises" is a wonderful song. We have been hearing it all the time in Chengdu. This unique melody and tune remind me of My hometown Nagano..."
Director Songgang, who is in his early forties and has long and elegant hair, immediately stood up, stretched out his hands and held Jiang Kan's hand, shook it constantly, and said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, yeah, everything about this song reminds us of where we're from...and it just so happened that we were looking for an ending song for our new TV series, Late Night Dinner, and when we heard this The first time I heard the song, I suddenly had the feeling of 'this is the song we are looking for'! So we came immediately to negotiate with you and wanted to ask if this song can be licensed to us as a part of this song. What about the soundtrack for a TV series that has a very wide audience in Fuso Country and even around the world?"
Yamashita-kun stood behind Songgang and bowed deeply at ninety degrees to Jiang and Kan, requesting very politely.
"Ah... you two are too polite. Let's sit down and talk, sit down and talk..."
Although Zhang Lingling was extremely happy at this time, she used her professionalism to keep her expression calm. She extended her hand to invite the two of them to sit down. She and Jiang Kan also sat on the sofa opposite them and began to discuss the specific aspects.
"Mr. Jiang and I have already discussed this matter on the way here. In principle, we are willing to have this exchange with you..."
"But we are very curious. The lyrics of this song were written in Xia Mandarin. If you two want to buy the copyright, do you want to re-write the lyrics in your own Mandarin?"
She looked at the two people with expectant faces and asked curiously.
"This is what we originally considered. After all, it would be better to re-write the lyrics in Fuso if it is used for a domestic TV series, but..."
Songgang turned to look at Jiang Kan, then at his companions, and said in a cautious and carefully worded tone.
"If Jiang Sang can use our country's language and fill in the words again, we will be even more grateful!"
"Ah? Let Jiang Kan write the lyrics in your language again..."
She turned to look at Jiang Kan with a look of disbelief on her face. How could these two people make such a request? Does Kan speak Fusang? If you are not particularly proficient in a certain language, the words you fill out will not be so authentic and perfect!
