"Why can't you sing? Let me ask you, do you know about copyright?" Yao Yuan chewed a small bean popsicle, looking like he hated iron.
"Go away! Who are you trying to bully? I don't know the copyright yet. Why don't you just say that these songs are yours and you want to kill me? At worst, I treat you to a roast duck?" Wang Hongyu's eyes showed contempt.
My brothers and my classmates, why the hell did I use a few of your songs? ! Besides, you can't sing yourself, so I'll help you sort it out. A roast duck meal will be cheaper for you.
Yao Yuan looked at Wang Hongyu and could see what he was thinking from his eyes.
copyright? ! These days, pirated cassettes, pirated CDs, and pirated DVDs are everywhere. The small video halls on the street are so packed that the movie theaters are about to close, and no one has ever heard of anyone saying what copyright is.
If you suddenly bring up the copyright issue for a few bad songs, I'm afraid you have something going on in your head.
Yao Yuan knew that Wang Hongyu had misunderstood, so he explained calmly: "Let me ask you, have you finished these songs, and have you finished the orchestration and soundtrack? Taking a step back, even if you have already done all these , once you sing these songs in a bar, and then they are sung by other big-name singers, can you still tell who owns the copyright of these songs?"
Wang Hongyu still disagreed: "It's okay if there are big-name singers who can make their songs popular. Whoever sings well can sing."
There is no way to explain to this kind of rubbish. Just these few songs, any one of them individually, will be a treasure in 20 or 30 years. I dare not say it will be worth a million or ten million for each song. It's easy.
But we are now in the 1990s, and it will take at least ten or twenty years before China starts to pay attention to copyright. The reality is that even the authors themselves are completely unaware of copyright.
Therefore, Yao Yuan regrets a little. It seems that these songs were released a little too early.
However, it seems that there are many similar works in my library of small songs, and it doesn't seem to be a big deal to take out a few or dozens more.
Even Xiao Hua'er seems to be interested in this aspect, and it's no problem to get a few famous songs for Xiao Hua'er.
Besides, you have to become famous as early as possible. Giving Wang Hongyu the title of a musical talent early will have all the benefits and no harm.
As long as the copyright is firmly in your hands, it will be no problem to monetize it once the market is regulated.
Thinking of this, Yao Yuan laughed and quickly became serious again: "Hongyu, let's not talk about nonsense. You have to promise me a few things. I will give you not only these few songs, but there may be more in the future." Well, I can provide you with more works!"
Seeing Yao Yuan becoming serious, Wang Hongyu also said seriously: "I kind of believe what you said about the dream. Unless you are a super invincible genius, this matter cannot be explained."
"Nonsense! I don't want to lie to you. You'd better believe what I say. You will know it later."
Yao Yuan then stretched out a finger: "The first condition is that you'd better not sing these songs in public places before going to college. There will definitely be a bigger stage when you go to college. Then you can sing these songs Take it out and I'll make sure you become an instant hit. As for residing in bars, aren't there enough new songs from Hong Kong and Taiwan for you to sing? Especially Luo Dayou's new songs. His style is the most suitable for you and suitable for singing in that kind of place."
Wang Hongyu nodded hesitantly.
"First ask your parents for help and make the orchestration of these songs detailed and perfect. As long as there is a bigger stage and you can sing it with your voice, it will be impossible not to be popular. Now that we are in the third year of high school, finally The most important thing is to work hard, at least get into college. If you sing now, as a broken high school student, who will believe that you are a writer?"
Wang Hongyu was a little convinced.
"Of course, there must be a necessary price, otherwise you yourself won't realize the value of copyright. You should know that my ideal is to be a good cook, so you don't have to treat me to roast duck. I can roast it myself." , but when you become popular, you have to give me a duck farm!"
Just haha, good friends have to be killed, and it doesn’t matter if they are killed ruthlessly.
Wang Hongyu frowned: "A duck farm is nothing. As long as your song can make me popular, I will give you another chicken farm!"
The two of them made a verbal agreement while joking. A few years later, when Yao Yuan pursued the great singer Wang Hongyu to invest in an improved mallard breeding base and a purebred butter chicken protection base, Wang Hongyu was still interested in the investment of more than 100 million. It hurt for several days.
Of course, these two poultry breeding bases also made Wang Hongyu a lot of money, and also made the managers in his team realize the development potential of modern agriculture, and also learned to transfer funds from investing in real estate and buying houses and land. He began to invest in entities related to people's livelihood, which by some coincidence allowed him to avoid the financial crisis caused by the subsequent real estate crash.
Cause and effect, cause and effect, all these good karma actually originated from a random agreement in the midsummer of 1993.
The fate is indeed wonderful.
Time flies when good friends chat and spank.
It was already midnight, and the two people setting up the stall were back.
Xie Laozhaoer threw the account book on the table, complained that his back hurt and his legs hurt, and then proudly asked everyone to guess today's turnover.
Yao Yuan copied the account book with one hand but did not open it: "You guys, the three of you were watching the stall today, and you sold the pig trotters, pig tails and chicken wing tips that people all over the city had braised. If you don't sell a penny tonight, Qiansan, all three of you must be considered useless."
Unexpectedly, these words did not hit Xie Laozhao'er at all, and he saw a stern look on his face: "One thousand three?! That's more than one thousand five! Damn it, this stall is too profitable, I I don’t even want to go to school and want to sell stew full-time!”
Yao Yuan quickly stopped him: "Get out! Where did you go? You guys only make a few hundred yuan a day after a hard day's work. All you earn is hard-earned money. The catering industry is a long-term business. How can you make some quick money to support your family?" The problem is, with your brain, this is a waste."
This sentence must be regarded as a compliment. It is to praise this kid for being smart.
Xie Laozhao'er's smile became even more despicable: "Yuan'er, what do you think I should do if I want to make a lot of money?"
"Computer! Didn't you buy a 486 last semester? And you also like to study this. It's best to find your job in the future. But in addition to having a good brain, you also need to have good brains to do this business. You have a high degree of education, but I don’t know if you can do it.”
While joking, Yao Yuan started to set a trap for Xie Laozhao'er again.
"Damn it, you tell me I'm in the pit of my stomach. I feel that the computer industry will be great in the future. I'm thinking about whether I can take the computer major in the future and study hard." Xie Laozhao'er nodded repeatedly.
Not to mention anything else, the braised pork stall and braised pork stall that Yao Yuan built recently convinced Xie Yongjun, and it easily solved a big problem for his family. Moreover, he found that Yao Yuan was making decisions about products including purchase and sales. There are some ideas in pricing, and practice has proven that it is successful.
It can be said that Xie Yongjun participated in the entire process and felt that he learned a lot from it.
Therefore, he has more confidence than others in his classmate Yao Yuan who loves cooking.
Mancheng, who was particularly high-spirited, had been in a continuous flow for the past two days, starting from making preparations, then watching the stalls at night, and getting up early tomorrow to set up stalls at the morning market. Even though his body was as strong as a calf, he was already feeling To exhaustion.
After saying hello to everyone, he went to the toilet to take a shower, and was about to get into the hut and go to bed early, but he was stopped by Xie Laozhaoer: "Mancheng, I won't be going home soon, let's squeeze into the same bed and make do." Stay overnight?"
The honest and honest Mancheng said he was about to go back to the house, but was stopped by Yao Yuan: "Mancheng, you said there are still two empty rooms in our small courtyard. If there are two beds in that room, you can Is it more convenient to stay there at night?”
Before Mancheng could answer, Xie Laozhaoer was happy: "That's great! The landlord didn't want the rent, but he said he would lend us this yard for free. You have to force me to pay two hundred yuan a month. I I just feel that we have spent this money in vain. If we can live here and make it our dormitory, I will never go home again."
The young men in high school are longing for a free space, and Xie Laozhao'er's family has always lived in an old bungalow. It is already very crowded and has no space of its own. When Yao Yuan mentioned this, he naturally raised his eyebrows. Both hands and feet agree.
And Mancheng was even happier. After all, living in the old chief's house was considered a staycation. Of course, having his own dormitory was a dream, and he didn't care even if the environment was slightly worse.
Seeing that both of them were happy, Yao Yuan took out a few big solidarity notes from the day's business money and handed them to Xie Laozhaoer: "You don't have to go to the morning market tomorrow to take over so early. I'll keep an eye on it first. Do you have that kind of show when you go shopping? Can we sell two beds and put the bedding on them and send them to the small courtyard?"
Xie Laozhaoer happily took the banknotes: "Great, I'll take care of this! Then you can keep good accounts."
Yao Yuan looked disgusted: "You still have to say that?!"
Mancheng was not in a hurry to go to bed at this time: "Brother Yuan, a comrade of mine will come to Pingcheng to see me in two days. He also retired from the cooking class. Can he also stay in the small courtyard for two days?"
Yao Yuan was excited when he heard it, what? A comrade who retired from the cooking class? That’s a scarce talent!
Who is the most valuable person in the country's military?
In addition to the military elites of the special forces, they must be regarded as the cooks in the cooking class.
Of course, I don't know if there are special forces in the army now. They might just be scouts from various units.
But the cooking soldiers are different. As long as they are the cooking soldiers of the front-line troops, the superior leaders like to randomly check the cooking classes when inspecting the effectiveness of the troops' training. Therefore, the military quality of the cooking soldiers is first-rate, and the basic skills in the kitchen are more Needless to say, I often cook for hundreds of soldiers under intense pressure, so my basic skills are very good!
Even a loser like Mancheng who professionally raises pigs under the name of a cook can be able to stand alone with a little training. I believe that his comrades can only be stronger and cannot be worse. You must not miss such a talent.
Yao Yuan had an overjoyed smile on his face: "That's a good thing, we absolutely welcome it. When your comrade comes, we will collectively treat him to roast duck!"
