Chapter 142 Happy Cooperation

Ye Junfeng smiled and said, "That was also written by my precious son. How about it? Mr. Wang Li, please come and sit down for a while.

"Oh, okay." Wang Li followed Ye Junfeng into the house. Ye Bihuang was just said by his father as a baby son, and he also followed into the room with a smile.

"Zhang Bin!" As soon as Wang Li entered the house, he saw his old enemy Zhang Bin, and his face suddenly changed. The company also gave him a commission. The bottom line of each of his songs was 50,000 yuan, which could be lowered. The bottom line was 30,000 yuan, and the price difference in the middle was the money he earned. But when he saw Zhang Bin, he felt that things were a little bad. Did Ye Bihuang submit more than one draft? Then you have to question him!

When he saw Wang Li, Zhang Bin was also very surprised. He also doubted in his heart whether Ye Bihuang had submitted more than one draft, but he quickly concealed his surprise, stood up and made a hug and said, "Wang Li, hello, old friend, I really didn't expect to meet you here."

"Ha ha, ha ha." Wang Li hugged Zhang Bin awkwardly. These two people are clearly good friends, but in fact they are business anthemodies. Everyone in the industry knows it.

Because after all, the occupations of two people are the same, and their peers are enemies.

"You talk about it. I'll watch it first." Zhang Bin didn't get any sweetness when he made a long journey to Puhai this time. Naturally, he would not make his old rival Wang Li feel better. He wanted to wait and see what happened. If you can, you can naturally help Ye Bihuang's family.

Ye Junfeng handed Wang Li a clean apple as usual. Wang Li took the apple with a dry smile, but put it on the table. He should disliked that the plate in Ye Bihuang's house was not clean.

In fact, it's just that the surface is not clean, and nothing can be washed down.

"Well, let me introduce myself again. I'm the negotiator of Hong Kong Jiaji Records Company. My name is Wang Li. I'm here to negotiate the price of the lyrics of a few songs written by your son. I won't know what your psychological price is like."

Zhang Bin sat beside him, as if there was someone who could see through him watching him beside him. He is like a needle and a needle, and he can't play his usual level of negotiation.

"Please ask Mr. Wang Li to tell me how the lyrics of my son's songs are written. I want to hear your company's comments." When he said this, Ye Junfeng stared at Wang Li's face, and he was observing his expression.

Wang Li talked about it: "Our company's lyrics about Ye Bihuang's lyrics are generally good. After several discussions, we finally decided to buy these songs."

In fact, it has become a habit to secretly yin lyrics of Hong Kong Jiaji Company, but this time there is the official seal of a large group in Puhai City on different letters! If they are provoked, they will definitely go to a lawsuit, so they will send someone to negotiate.

Wang Li's words just said are very good, especially his rich expression, which fully shows the attitude of the senior management of the company whether to buy or not. Ye Bihuang sneered behind his father's back. Since you are so insincere, don't buy it. What are you doing here? You must be molesed by me when you come here, or you will get out of here.

"Well, it seems so. Let me tell you the selling price of a song in our family. That's the number." As soon as Ye Junfeng stretched out his hand, it was 60,000.

Ye Bihuang shouted in his heart that he was worthy of being the father who used to be a factory director. This bite doubled the bottom line that Ye Bihuang had told him, and the price in the future was easy to negotiate.

"What? You are too talkant, aren't you? Do you want 60,000 yuan for a song? The top lyricist doesn't have such a high salary. Don't you have sincerity..." Wang Li's face immediately changed, but when he saw Ye Junfeng and Ye Bihuang's plain eyes, he knew that his suit did not work for each other, and the other party's family was not easy to deal with.

"Our company has been discussing and finally decided that the price of a song is 30,000 yuan. This is our highest price. If it is higher, it is unnecessary. What do you think? Wang Li regretted that he just asked Ye Junfeng to talk about the bottom price first. It's not easy to talk about it if it goes on like this.

Ye Bihuang really couldn't see it, so he stepped forward and said, "Hehe, Mr. Wang Li, right? The bottom line price of our family is 50,000 yuan. If you want to be lower, please leave. I will sell the song to Mr. Zhang Bin. The price Mr. Zhang Bin just gave is 50,000 yuan, right, Mr. Zhang Bin."

Ye Bihuang actually saw Zhang Bin secretly gesture to himself just now. It was five.

They are business opponents, and it is naturally common to know the bottom line of their opponents. Ye Bihuang also subconsciously chose to believe in Zhang Bin.

Wang Li said with an ugly face, "You actually submitted more than one draft! Do you know that you are illegal in the industry like this..."

Ye Bihuang stepped forward and said harshly, "Which eye do you see that I submitted more than one draft?" The songs I voted for Hong Kong Polaroid Records are five songs: "This Winter Is Not Too Cold", "Ow" "People in the Rain", "Love Wolf Talk" and "Love is Eternal". The songs I voted for your Jiaji Company are "Love Birds", "True Forever", "Love is Burning" and "Waiting for You to Love You to the End". . It's not a single draft at all. Mr. Wang Li, please speak with self-respect or I will sue you for slander!"

Wang Li's face immediately changed. He said, "To tell you the truth, the reserve price of our company is 40,000 yuan. If you agree, we will buy it. If you don't agree, I will leave."

Ye Junfeng looked at Wang Li with a smile on his face, and Ye Bihuang sneered.

Wang Li snorted coldly and left.

"Well, I accepted the price of 45,000 yuan mentioned by Mr. Zhang Bin just now. I still have five songs here. I don't know if you are willing to buy it?"

"Akay, I can decide this by myself. Please take out the lyrics first."

"I haven't written this word yet. I'll write it down directly." Ye Bihuang walked into the inner room, took out a few pieces of paper and a pen, and wrote five songs on the table. These five songs are all from the album "Insomnia Night", "It Doesn't Matter", "Micro Dust", "Love Letter" and "It's a dilemma". These five songs are all lyrics from Zhang Xueyou's 1995 album.

His 1994 album has not been finished, and the songs of 1995 have certainly not been written. Ye Bihuang is sure that his lyrics will not be crashed.

"Your son's handwriting is good." When Zhang Bin saw Ye Bihuang's words, a light of praise flashed in his eyes.

Ye Junfeng is actually very strange to his son's font. He remembers that his son's words were still very bad. Why did he suddenly become so good? I can also write songs... We have to ask each other sometime.

Ye Bihuang hummed these five songs softly and sang them softly.

Obviously, all the songs are in Zhang Xueyou's style. This made Zhang Bin very happy. He could make a decision by himself without presenting these songs to the company's headquarters. Now he has made a great contribution, and he will definitely be praised when he goes back.

"Good, very good! These are suitable for our company's famous singer Zhang Xueyou, which is very suitable for this style. Zhang Bin patted Ye Bihuang on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, you are really a hero. Your family has hope for the future!" How about a song of 45,000 yuan. How about these five songs plus the five songs you originally sent to the company, a total of 450,000 yuan?

In fact, Zhang Bin had long found that Ye Bihuang was the decision maker of this matter, so he asked Ye Bihuang directly.

Ye Bihuang nodded, then stretched out his hand and said, "Happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation."