Chapter 137 Selling Songs

"Hey! Excuse me, is it Ye Bihuang's house?"

Ye Bihuang held a steamed bun in one hand and answered the phone in the other.

"I am, may I ask who you are?"

"This is the headquarters of Hong Kong Polaroid Records. We are calling to confirm the specific address of Mr. Ye Bihuang's family. Someone at our company headquarters wants to meet Mr. Ye Bihuang."

Ye Bihuang knew that the highlight was coming. He suppressed his excitement and said to the other end of the phone in a steady tone, "The envelope is the exact address of my house. How long will it take for the people over there to arrive?"

"Our company representatives can arrive within two days, and we will talk to you about cooperation in detail."

"Okay, thank you."

Ye Bihuang hung up the phone and raised the corners of his mouth. Did it finally start? The opportunity to change for the first time in life. If the last time choosing a BUG was a small attempt, this time it was already a start. Ye Bihuang, a small butterfly, will definitely set off a huge whirlwind for the world! Unparalleled hurricane! Let the whole world tremble and let the whole world roar!

"Bright? What's the matter? You look very happy." Su Yu came over and touched Ye Bihuang's head. Although Su Yu is old, her face is not old, like a twenty-seven-eight-year-old girl.

In fact, Su Yu is only 36 years old now.

Ye Bihuang pretended to be surprised and said, "Mom, do you remember the manuscripts I mailed with my father the other day?"

"Yeah, remember, you took several beautiful pieces of paper at that time."

"I have good news for you. The company wrote a letter saying that it would send someone to negotiate with me..." Ye Bihuang was like a child, wandering around his mother, with a very cute look.

Su Yu was stunned all of a sudden. Isn't it just a small article? Just give some manuscript fees, and send someone to negotiate? What exactly did my son write?

Su Yu looked at her son and hurriedly said, "Son, what's the name of the company you sent the letter?"

"Hong Kong Polaroid Records and Jiaji Company, they are both famous record companies."

"This... Son, you wrote the lyrics!!!" Su Yu was completely shocked. She only knew a little about the time she sent the letter last time. She thought it was her son's little fight, so she didn't ask much. Her husband Ye Junfeng didn't say anything to herself. But today, my son received a phone call saying that someone was going to run all the way from Hong Kong. This is...

"Mom, let me tell you, I won't sell the lyrics of a song I wrote for less than 30,000 yuan."

Su Yu looked at her son calmly and was completely speechless. This incident also caused Su Yu to be in the mood to work all day and always absent- mind.

That night.

Ye Junfeng and Su Yu both returned home, and they already knew that someone had called home.

As soon as Ye Junfeng came home, he hurriedly pulled his son to ask about this matter. After Ye Bihuang told his father in detail, Ye Junfeng was also dumbfounded.

"Dad, you have to go with me on that day, and you will be the candidate for the main negotiation. I'm just a counselor next to you."

"Then what should I do?" Although Ye Junfeng has been the factory director and has been in contact with negotiations, he has never been in contact with the entertainment industry. He doesn't know anything about the surname of people in the entertainment industry.

Ye Bihuang vowed, "Dad, you can explore their low in a normal way. It would be better to find out if it is higher than 30,000 yuan. If it is less than 30,000 yuan, you can't talk about it directly. This is our bottom line."

"All of them?" Ye Junfeng is already stupid, 30,000 yuan. How long does it take for him to work with his wife? He had seen the envelope at the beginning, just a few lines... Is it worth that much money?

"Unit price of each song..."

Ye Junfeng stopped talking. He just took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, and took a few mouthfuls and said, "Okay, I believe my son. I will keep this bottom line at that time."

Why has Ye Bihuang been sticking to the limit of 30,000 yuan? Because he vaguely remembers that there was a lyric disturbance in 1996, which was about the dispute between the lyricist and the production company. At that time, the market price of a song was about 47,000 yuan. Today in 1994, the price will certainly not be lower than 30,000 yuan.

Just as the two of them were sitting on the sofa, Su Yu was already a little stupid, and the phone in the house rang again.

Ye Junfeng was closest to the phone. He grabbed the phone with one hand and talked to the person on the other end of the phone. After a long time, Ye Junfeng handed the phone to Ye Bihuang and said, "It's a Canadian company in Hong Kong..."

Su Yu was even more speechless. In the morning, it was Hong Kong Polaroid Records Company, and in the evening, it was Jiaji Company. What kind of magic did his son use? He actually asked both companies to call him.

"Hey, I'm Ye Bihuang."

"Hello, Mr. Ye, I would like to ask your specific address. Are you free these two days?"

"My address is exactly the same as that on the envelope. I'm on vacation these two days, and I'm very idle." The old appearance of Ye Bihuang when he spoke made Su Yu and Ye Junfeng speechless.

The other side of the phone whispered, and then a voice came: "Mr. Ye, we will meet you in two days later, okay?"

"Well, if the time doesn't conflict, it's okay, because Hong Kong Polaroid Records will see me in two days."

"There is no problem. Hong Kong Polaroid Records and our company are business friends, and there is no need to avoid it at all."

"All right, that's it." Ye Bihuang raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Are you kidding, business friends? Don't I know the feud between your two companies? How about me, right? I'll wait for you two days to see how your Jiaji company will end.

"Son, what did you say?" Su Yu hurriedly handed Ye Bihuang an apple enthusiastically, which was still peeled. Ye Bihuang glanced at his mother and said, "Mom, there is no need to be so enthusiastic. If your son comes back with several hundred thousand yuan every two days, you will be very happy."

"Hey hey." Su Yu had already looked forward to the scene of her son walking into the house with hundreds of thousands of yuan in his arms. Ye Bihuang looked at his mother for a while.

Seeing Ye Junfeng's questioning eyes, Ye Bihuang said, "It's Jiaji Company in Hong Kong who said he would see me in two days."

The house was noisy for a long time. It was not until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night that he stopped. Ye Bihuang's cake had not yet arrived, and he had already planned how to divide it. After fighting for a long time, I finally got 30,000 yuan from my parents. To be honest, he doesn't care about the 10,000 yuan at all. He just wants to buy a computer for a legitimate reason.

The computer in his mind can't be connected to the outside world. Even if he wants to use the computer, he can only go to the Internet cafe outside, which is very inconvenient.

So he changed his method and won 30,000 yuan from the negotiated amount two days later. In fact, the money is reasonable, but his parents are afraid that he will not learn well if he has money, so they are cheeky to give in.

In the end, Ye Bihuang fought for it at least. In the name of not writing songs in the future.

It seems that they attach great importance to this matter. Ye Bihuang lay in the quilt and looked at the stars outside the window. He was full of thoughts in his heart. He was walking solidly, step by step, slowly forming his business empire.

Ye Bihuang sank into the world of EX Flying Car.

"Master, you're here."

"Eh, Ye Zi." Ye Bihuang nodded, and he looked at his record.

Ye Bihuang's record, victory: 0. Failure: 23, battle point: 0.

This is really terrible.