I just want to copy books quietly

Then, considering that Xie Yunzi is the cousin of her younger sister's best friend, she has to give another discount.

After pondering for a moment, Du Caige made an offer: "800 million, I will give you a song worth this money."

Xie Yunzi first showed a look of astonishment, and then a pair of delicate eyebrows furrowed.

Immediately afterwards, the muscles at the corners of the eyes and mouth tightened, and an uncontrollable anger appeared on his face, as well as a trace of grievance.

"What a girl who doesn't know how to hide her emotions. In fact, she's quite innocent." Of course Du Caige didn't say it out loud, but just commented in his heart.

At the same time, he also clearly knew that the deal had collapsed.

The asking price of 800 is actually negotiable, and 700 million is not impossible.

If Xie Yunzi's uncle agrees to exchange some other benefits, 600 million is barely acceptable.

But looking at Xie Yunzi's expression now, one could tell that she was too surprised by the price, which was far from what she had in mind.

Reminiscent of how she dared to offer 80 yuan to buy out Ningxia during the first negotiation, she probably didn't understand the true value of her songs at all.

Du Caige estimated that her psychological price this time is 200 million, at most 300 million.

But Du Caige would not sell the classic songs he carried so cheaply.

Fairytale’s first song of this level, if it can be sold out for 300 million on Earth, it is barely acceptable. After all, China’s copyright protection on Earth is not strong, and the income that a good song can bring is actually not very high.

But in the Azure Star Dahua Country, it would be silly to sell out at such a price.

No matter how friendly the price is, it will not be discounted to this extent.

In order to prevent the little girl from saying something difficult to take back and embarrassing things, Du Caige said with a smile: "Think about it slowly, don't rush to give me an answer, go back and discuss it with your parents and your manager. There is something else, let's not talk about it, goodbye."

After speaking, he passed Xie Yunzi and wanted to go straight to the recording studio.

In the end, before he took two steps, the little girl behind him broke out and cried out in a crying voice, "Hemingway, you are so dishonest that I apologized to you in such a low profile, and you still refuse to forgive me"

Du Caige stopped and sighed inwardly.

First of all, I really don't blame you.

Secondly, even if I blame you, I have to forgive you for why you apologize

Finally, you said that your attitude is called low profile haha.I beg you never to speak lowly to me again.

But he didn't turn around, nor did he speak out what was in his heart.

If he was ten years younger, he might complain to his face and quarrel with Xie Yunzi.

But now I am 30 years old, no, it should be 34.

Why bother with an ignorant young man

"How on earth do you want to forgive me? I just want to buy you a song." Xie Yunzi's voice trembled, as if she was about to cry "wow" in the next second.

Du Caige was not as angry as before, and felt it was ridiculous.

What kind of tutoring is this to teach such a wonderful three views?

When I met Xie Jinyu before, the child was quite normal.

Why is her cousin so childish and unreasonable?

He raised his leg and continued walking without turning his head and said: "800 million. Go and talk to your parents, I don't want to see you again, and I don't want to talk to you again, that's all."

Xie Yunzi stood where she was, her eyes were red, she was so wronged that she was about to shed tears.

When Du Caige walked into the recording studio, he looked at him strangely.

Obviously, many people noticed Xie Yunzi's crying.

Du Caige didn't care, he didn't have time to think about anything else at the moment.

The matter of Yu Yu has been worrying.

He really didn't want such a talented singer to be reduced, but he couldn't think of any good way.

Even if he can afford 3000 million, he is not willing to use the 3000 million to pay Yu Yu's liquidated damages. He is not a fool.

If he did this, he would only encourage the arrogance of those people.

Moreover, he and Yu Yu were neither related nor related, so there was no reason to help each other out with such a huge sum of money.

If it is 300 million, he will be released, that is the love and love of the seniors for the younger ones.

But if he paid back the 3000 million, he would be the No. [-] Kaizi in Tianzi.

Now he can only wait for the reply from Yan Yingzhen.

He forced himself to concentrate and listened to Jiang Youxi's singing.

At this time, the recording was not officially started, but Jiang Youxi was asked to use these high-end equipment to seriously figure out, find out his own shortcomings, and seek improvement.

After listening for a while, Du Caige waved.

The naturally dumb assistant Li Jiaqi pointed at herself, then ran over in small steps and bowed at 90 degrees. "Mr. Hemingway"

The little guy is not tall, he should only be about 1 meters, but he is really a little meatball.

She was wearing a white poo shirt that hadn't been buttoned up yet. When she bent down, the upper half of the pair of balls was completely exposed.

Du Caige naturally does not look at evil, and when she straightened up, he looked into her eyes and said, "Xiao Jiang's voice is not in good condition, what's going on?"

Li Jiaqi immediately explained: "Mr. Hemingway, Mr. Jiang has practiced a bit too much these days, and in the middle of the night, he kept stopping his recording during the day repeatedly, picking on faults, not getting enough sleep, and drinking too much tea at night. so"

Du Caige listened patiently, and only gave a conclusion: "I don't care what the reason is, in short, his voice is not in good condition, it means you are not qualified as an assistant. He only has you as an assistant now, and you have to serve his Work, but also take care of his life."

Li Jiaqi was about to burst into tears, and bowed at 90 degrees again: "I'm sorry, I will improve immediately."

Du Caige was really in a bad mood, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken so harshly to a little girl.He also realized that his words were a bit harsh, nodded and said: "Take him to see a familiar doctor today, and let his voice recover as soon as possible, don't wait until the official recording is still like this."

"Yes"

Xie Shengping found his niece at the fire exit.

This place is usually inaccessible, except for the cleaning aunt, no one will come here.

Xie Yunzi sat on the stairs, not caring that her beloved skirt was dirty.

She buried her head in her arms, crying so much that her shoulders shrugged, and she cried so loudly, like a wronged child.

Xie Shengping sighed inwardly.

In our eyes, you will always be a child who will never grow up, and you are extremely cute.

But in the eyes of others, they will think that you are still so naive at the age when you should grow up, and they will respect you at a distance.

Xie Shengping walked over, deliberately letting his footsteps land heavily.

Xie Yunzi immediately raised her head, wiped her face, and then looked back.

Seeing it was Xie Shengping, she immediately called out aggrievedly: "Uncle!"

That miserable voice, coupled with her red eyes, made Xie Shengping feel distressed.

But Xie Shengping could only harden his heart, and asked calmly: "It didn't work out."

Xie Yunzi shook her head venting, and said angrily, "How could it be that he bullies others?"

"How did he bully you?"

"He said it was 800 million. He took me for something. I did something wrong, but I also admitted that he was wrong. He still clung to it. The song is 800 million, why didn't he grab it?"

Waiting quietly for his niece to finish speaking, Xie Shengping said: "He said he would sell you a song for 800 million. You think this amount is too high. He is deliberately making things difficult for you, right?"

Xie Yunzi nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Then do you know that not long ago, Jin Chengming, the music director of Dahua Zitian, offered 1500 million yuan to buy him a song, but he rejected it?"

Xie Yunzi opened her mouth, her expression froze in surprise.

"Did you know that Lin Ke has only sold out 8 songs since his debut. Except for one song that was half-sold and half-gifted to Su Manxian, three of the remaining seven songs sold for more than 7 million. Four songs sold more than 3 million and taking inflation into account, it can be said that every song he sold, converted into today’s purchasing power, is more than 500 million.”

Xie Yunzi shook her head in a daze.

"You see, you don't know anything, so you preconceived that he is bullying you and making things difficult for you. But I think his asking price is already a friendly price."

Xie Shengping didn't say anything serious, and walked a few more steps, took out a pack of wet tissues and handed it to Xie Yunzi, "Wipe it. When you calm down, go and apologize to him."

Xie Yunzi's voice became a little hoarse: "I still have to apologize."

"Even if you don't want to ask him to write songs, our company still wants to cooperate with him."

Xie Yunzi lowered her head, took out a wet tissue and wiped her face carefully, then blew her nose.

Then he said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to go to him."

Xie Shengping said gently: "Why do you feel ashamed?"

Xie Yunzi remained silent, but in Xie Shengping's eyes, she acquiesced.

Xie Shengping sat down next to his niece, took out a cigarette, and was about to light it, Xie Yunzi snatched the cigarette away expressionlessly and broke it: "No smoking."

Xie Shengping smiled wryly, "You are a newcomer who just debuted, and you feel that your face is important. Have you ever thought that he is the best songwriter in Dahua, not one of them. If you make such a noise with him, he can still Endure not to care about you, I have always been gentle with you."

"You want face, but others don't want face. Put it another way, you think you have face in front of him."

"Do you know, he just scolded Peng Sizhang a few days ago, like a pupil, the song king loses face in front of him, why do you have it?"

"Wake up, child, he is not your father, nor your uncle, he has no obligation to pamper and let you."

Xie Shengping didn't say much, got up and left.

Xie Yunzi sat where she was, staring at a stain on the stairs with blank eyes.

Chapter 232 Don't let your capital depreciate too quickly

"For this short paragraph, try dropping a key." Du Caige took off the earphones, while Jiang Youxi bit her lip and nodded seriously.

After thinking for a while, Du Caige waved over and called Han Lu, the producer who was temporarily assigned to be responsible for Jiang Youxi's recording of this song. This is a gentle man in his early 40s.

"Do you have any instructions, Mr. Hemingway." The other party said politely.

Du Caige also treated him politely: "Mr. Han, please add gourd silk to me in this paragraph."

Han Lu quickly fell into deep thought, as if simulating the effect in his mind, and then asked with some doubts: "Are you sure?"

Du Caige smiled: "I'm not sure either, let's try!"

Of course, Du Caige doesn't think that his knowledge of music theory can surpass that of Zhou Jialun when he wrote "Dongfeng Po".

But when he was listening to a certain cover version, he saw comments from netizens and thought that adding cucurbit silk to this section had a wonderful effect.

Standing on the shoulders of predecessors is so cool.

Of course, you have to ask him if this is really good, and what is so good about it, Du Caige can't tell.

He is also not interested in spending this lifetime of rebirth learning music theory knowledge.

There are only 24 hours in a day. Apart from eating, drinking, socializing, earning money to support the family, the real time for studying is very limited.

He has no system, no portable space, and will not spend 24 hours more than others.

If the time is spent on learning music theory, where is the time to pursue progress in filmmaking?

So he doesn't think his choice is wrong.

In the future, even if he sells the song, he will try not to participate in the recording, after all, this is not his strong point.

After making a few small suggestions, Du Caige called Jiang Youxi to the side and said privately, "Don't be too stressed, just perform normally. I heard from Xiao Li that you don't sleep in the middle of the night. This is not good. Your body is the most important thing for you. Capital, you can’t let this capital depreciate too quickly.”

Jiang Youxi blinked, "Brother, I know this truth, but I'm too nervous. What if I lose?"

Du Caige spread his hands together: "If you lose, you lose. It's not like I haven't lost in a small matter."

"That won't work. I can't let you lose because of me. I must do my best here."

Du Caige stared at him for a while, and then said: "This momentum is right. Not just this song, you must take every song, every performance seriously, and always do your best."

Jiang Youxi smiled miserably: "I'm working hard, but I'm really tired and I can't see hope. Brother, what do you think of my singing talent?"

"The posture of a middle-aged man."

This answer obviously did not surprise Jiang Youxi, he nodded and asked again: "Then do you think I have hope to become the King of Songs?"

Du Caige smiled: "Frankly speaking, the hope is very slim. There is only a tiny chance."

Jiang Youxi lowered her head, and looked up again after a while, with firm eyes: "I thought there was no chance at all. But I believe your judgment, brother, if you say there is a slight chance, then there must be. Since it is not completely no chance , then I will try my best to do it.”