It only takes three or four minutes to sing a song, but during this time, many people feel that they have been relived in their memories.

The middle-aged man seemed to be unable to let go of his feelings for a long time, and it took a while to come back to his senses, because he had just drunk wine, and the lyrics sung by Chen Hao were very sad, and the three men actually burst into tears and were sad.

When Chen Hao put down the guitar and walked off the stage, the middle-aged man wiped his tears with his sleeve, stuffed two stacks of 100 yuan bills into Chen Hao's arms, and said in a somewhat trembling voice: "Brother, you sing this song so well, big brother, I am the talker, all this money will be given to you, a total of 40,000 yuan, don't be too little!"

40,000 yuan, although you can't buy a house or a car, according to the current prices, saving money is enough for Chen Hao to live for a year and a half.

With the 'first pot of gold' in his hand, Chen Hao felt that his life had just begun.

You can earn 40,000 yuan by singing a song, no wonder those singers like to hold concerts so much.

The middle-aged man chatted with Chen Hao for a while, and when the wine came up, he called a price to go home to rest.

Chen Hao put away the money and was ready to leave, he drank a bottle of beer after spending 20 yuan in this bar tonight, and he was very unhappy, but for the sake of 40,000 yuan, Chen Hao still decided to come to the bar more in the future to see if there was any money to make.

The lead singer of the band directly put on a few pieces of music on the computer and walked briskly towards Chen Hao.

"Brother, hello, my name is Wan Ming!"

This man seems to be only in his early twenties, and his clothes are unique to this generation of young people, and he has studs on his ears, which looks very immature.

In politeness, Chen Hao also stretched out his hand to shake him lightly, and replied, "I'm Chen Hao!"

"It turned out to be Brother Hao, Brother Hao's singing skills just now really made my brother and I admire, I have never heard that song you just now, and I can't find it on the Internet, is it your original?"

Chen Hao nodded, did not speak, did not affirm or deny.

Wan Ming was happy in his heart, as a musician, he naturally understands the weight of this song, if he can get the copyright of this song and sing this song, then he can make his debut.

However, if you don't have any money, why would someone give you permission?

Singing this song without authorization is piracy, in this world, the consequences of piracy can be very serious, and the lightest one will have to go to jail, unlike the previous life where compensation and fines can be done.

Because of this, people in this world are very aware of copyright, so there is almost no piracy in the world.

"Brother Hao, if I want to buy the singing license of your song, can you sell it to me?"

Licensing to sell songs?

If it can be sold, how much is the song worth? He really hasn't thought about it.

Chen Hao waved his hand and replied with some comfort: "I'm sorry, I don't want to sell the copyright of this song for the time being, but we can make a friend first, and if I have a good song in the future, I will definitely give it to you!"

Wan Ming couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he got such an answer, but there are many ways to make multiple friends, and Chen Hao is a friend he is very happy to befriend.

The two left each other's phones, and Chen Hao left the bar and took a taxi back to his residence.

Although the world is very copyright-conscious, you first have to register the song in the Chinese copyright library.

Chen Hao didn't dare to stay for a while, but many people in the bar just now heard him sing this song, if someone had bad intentions and preemptively registered the copyright first, then there was really nothing to do with himself.

Open the Chinese copyright website, first register a username with your ID card, and then get the lyrics and score of "The Story of Time".

The lyrics are okay, but the score is not Chen Hao's strong point, he writes while learning, and it is almost finished after dawn, click submit, and wait for review.

After finishing, Chen Hao fell asleep, carrying the 40,000 yuan he earned in his arms, and even slept very steadily - finally no longer had to be supported by women.

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I don't know how long it took, Chen Hao was woken up by a mobile phone ringtone, opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the phone screen, it was an unfamiliar number, pressed the answer button, and a man's voice came.

"Hello, is it Mr. Chen Hao? I am He Chuang, the director of Jinchuang Radio, and I was recommended to me by Miss Luo Xuan, the personnel manager of the radio station, are you interested in coming to our radio station?"

Chen Hao's mind is still full of sleepiness, as for whether he is interested?

"You send me an address first, I'll think about it!"

"Okay, I'll send it to you right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Hao stayed in bed for a while, and when he woke up again, it was already afternoon!

"Holy!"

Chen Hao scolded, in his previous life, he got up on time at half past six every morning to exercise, how did he become so lazy after coming here?

No, you have to return to your old habits, or this body will be useless sooner or later.

After washing, Chen Hao came to the computer, broke the computer and turned it on for another two minutes, beating 2% of the computers in the country.

As soon as I logged in to the mailbox, there was a logo of a new email that was blinking and jumping, and when I clicked on it, it was a reply to the novel message sent to the Origin Literature Network.

The content is also very simple, just one sentence: "This book can be signed, edited micro Q number, 12330!"

Seeing this news, Chen Hao was naturally very happy in his heart, and immediately logged in to the WeiQ account, added the editor as a friend, and began to discuss the signing of the contract.

The length of the book "Looking for Qin" is not very large, and it is not suitable for long-term serialization, which Chen Hao knows in his heart, and he is in urgent need of money now, so he simply proposed whether he could buy out and sign the contract.

In the editorial department of the Origin Literature Network, there are seven or eight editors sitting in the office, and they are communicating with the authors under their names.

Wang Han looked at a new message on Weiq, smiled coldly, and said to himself: "Buyout and signing?

He immediately typed two words on the reply street: "No!"

Chen Hao looked at this word, and the feeling of being a little happy was suppressed again, but he still didn't give up, and continued to talk to Wang Han, ready to bargain.

Sitting next to Wang Han was a female editor named Xu Xiu, who was also the only female editor in the entire boys' group, and she glanced at Wang Han's computer screen and was attracted by the text on the document editing screen.

What kind of things will happen to modern men when they travel to ancient times? Will they compete with Qin Shi Huang for women to earn status?

All kinds of reveries jumped into Xu Xiu's heart at once, and she said to Wang Han: "This book is still very good, why don't you sign it?"

Wang Han shook his head, with a helpless face, and replied: "It's not that I don't sign, it's that this author has to buy out and sign the contract, how can you say this is possible, if there are old authors with readers, it's okay, and a newcomer still wants to buy out?

Xu Xiu was really interested in this story, and she said jokingly: "If you don't sign it, why don't you give me this book, and I'll talk to the author!"

There are many authors under Wang Han, and most of them are old authors, there is no shortage of this one at all, he doesn't care, he will send the manuscript of "Xun Qin" and Chen Hao's contact information to Xu Xiu together.