Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Broker (II)
Rao Zonglin raised his wrist, glanced at the time, and deliberately gave Wang Kefan and Guo Yujing the illusion that he seemed to be busy.
Guo Yujing has negotiated with many people and companies in the past two years, this kind of little trick, she naturally didn't take it to heart, just smiled slightly, and said according to Rao Zonglin's meaning: "Brother Lin, I know that you are busy, about Kefan, let's talk about it straight to the point." ”
Jao Zonglin didn't expect Guo Yujing to even bother to say anything about symbolizing the surname in circles, and said with a smile: "Miss Guo is worthy of being born in a general, which is really bold." ”
Guo Yujing nodded lightly, which was a tacit acquiescence.
Rao Zonglin continued: "I'll be blunt, if it weren't for Miss Guo coming forward this time, Mr. Wang's business, I wouldn't have done it. ”
Saying that, Rao Zonglin glanced at Wang Kefan, and saw that Wang Kefan did not show any unhappy look, so he continued: "It's not that I don't look down on Mr. Wang's ability, Mr. Wang's ability can be regarded as second to none in the entertainment industry, and even in the entire Chinese-speaking world's big literary circle." But being capable doesn't necessarily mean it's a hit. Miss Guo, I don't know if you know how long it takes to train a talented young man to become a superstar. ”
"I don't know." Guo Yujing shook her head and said.
Rao Zonglin asked Wang Kefan again: "Mr. Wang, how long do you think you can become a superstar in the true sense of the word with your ability?" ”
Wang Kefan thought for a while and said: "From the perspective of media and promotion, no matter how exquisite a product is, I am afraid it will take at least two years to form a real hardcore audience." ”
Rao Zonglin listened to Wang Kefan's answer, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he said with a smile: "Mr. Wang seems to be an expert. ”
"Yes, even if you can stand up to the sky, it will take almost two years to become a real superstar." Jao Zonglin said, "Now Asia's first king Jay Chou, in terms of talent for music creation alone, is definitely an out-and-out genius, he just became popular, it took him a full 2 years, as for the status of the king, it should be after the third album, it can be regarded as beginning to be established." ”
Guo Yujing asked at this time: "Is it the Heavenly King, and hiring Brother Lin, is there any connection between these two things?" ”
"It relates a lot." Rao Zonglin said with certainty: "According to the rules of the industry, in addition to charging 15% of the commission from the artist's performance, each artist who hires me must also pay an additional fee of 2 million yuan per year, of which 1 million yuan is counted as my salary, and the other 1 million yuan is the necessary cost for me to help the artist get through various joints." ”
Guo Yujing shook her head and said lightly: "Isn't it a little expensive?" ”
"It's not expensive." Jao Tsung-lin said, "China's personal connections are the most complex in the world. To be honest, I now have 5 artists, and I spend almost 10 million just to arrange the most suitable notice for them every year. So it's not that I don't want to take Mr. Wang's job, but Mr. Wang, who is a newcomer, can't afford to hire me at all. ”
Rao Zonglin said extremely sincerely, but Guo Yujing was not moved at all.
Because to her, Jao Zonglin is simply a nonsense.
Guo Yujing was silent for a while, and then opened her mouth to pierce it with a sharp point.
"An agent with an annual income of more than 10 million actually uses a few million necessary expenses to pretend to be poor, Brother Lin, there are not a few people who have been deceived by your tricks, right?"
Rao Zonglin was stunned after hearing this, not only did he not blush at all, but laughed out loud: "I just asked someone to inquire about Miss Guo's details, and I heard that you got two master's degrees at the age of fifteen. ”
Guo Yujing explained lightly: "I am a student in the juvenile class of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and I can get two master's degrees at the age of 15 in the country, although it is not much, but it is not a lot. ”
Jao Zonglin suddenly realized, and Wang Kefan was even more stunned. He looked at Guo Yujing and quietly praised in his heart: Damn, awesome!
After some probing, the real negotiations finally began.
"So what does Miss Guo think is the right price?"
Guo Yujing said: "But anyone who is a genius among geniuses, the kind of ...... that can get at least two doctorates at the age of 15."
Wang Kefan lowered his head in shame, when he was 15 years old, he was still fighting with his cousin Zhu Ziqiang in the field for the ownership of a toad......
Guo Yujing continued: "I conservatively estimate that within three years, the value created by Kefan every year will be at least nine figures or more, so the 15% commission is obviously a bit high. As for the extra salary of 2 million a year, I can pay it on my behalf. ”
Wang Kefan interjected: "You can deduct it directly from my income." ”
Guo Yujing glanced at Wang Kefan and said angrily: "What else do we divide between you and me?" ”
Wang Kefan chrysanthemum tightened, and said in his heart: Girl, are you trying to force marriage?
But then, Wang Kefan understood that Guo Yujing's words that sounded ambiguous were actually said to Rao Zonglin.
Rao Zonglin quickly guessed Wang Kefan's true identity in his mind, and finally came to a conservative conclusion that Wang Kefan, if not the general's son, was at least a direct descendant of a powerful figure.
As for the online saying that Wang Kefan was born in a peasant family - how is it possible?! Definitely a smoke bomb! How could the granddaughter of a powerful general be allowed to be with a newly debuted singer with no net worth background?!
Rao Zonglin's mind turned a thousand times, and he secretly thought that if he encountered something that could not be done in the future, he could pull the tiger skin to make a banner, and use the name of "General Guo" or a certain "General Wang" as the sword of Shang Fang, so there is still a job he can't do in the entertainment industry?
Guided by a completely wrong line of thinking, Rao Zonglin gritted his teeth and said frankly: "Miss Guo, my bottom line is 12%, what do you think?" ”
Guo Yujing looked directly at Rao Zonglin, showed a charming smile, and continued to bargain: "10%, make up a whole and settle the account." ”
After fighting for a long time, Rao Zonglin finally lost to the big cake he had drawn for himself, nodded and sighed: "Miss Guo, she is indeed a strong woman. ”
He picked up the bag he was carrying, took out two contracts from it, filled in 10% of each blank, and handed it to Guo Yujing.
Guo Yujing took the contract, flipped through it casually, and handed it to Wang Kefan, saying, "Take a look." ”
Wang Kefan looked at it at a glance, checked it against another document, and after confirming that it was correct, he nodded and said: "The content is exactly the same, and there is no overlord clause, it's okay." ”
Rao Zonglin really looked at the time this time, and found that Wang Kefan had only watched it for less than 5 minutes, so he couldn't help but shake his head, and said in his heart that this Wang Kefan was really pretending, how could a woman of Guo Yujing's grade like fall in love with this kind of man, it's really hell......
Wang Kefan signed his name on both contracts.
Rao Zonglin took back the contract, stamped his private seal, and asked Wang Kefan again: "Mr. Wang, do you have a seal?" ”
"I don't have a chapter."
Rao Zonglin took out the ink clay from his bag again, handed it to Wang Kefan, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'll trouble you again." ”
Wang Kefan didn't care, he pressed his fingerprint on the A4 paper with a contract term of three years, and joked: "Brother Lin, do I count this as selling yourself as a slave for you for three years?" ”
After the contract was signed, Rao Zonglin naturally spoke much more casually. He smiled and replied, "Let's be each other's slaves now!" Leshen, when it's popular, you're not allowed to play big names with me! ”
"Of course not." Wang Kefan stretched out his hand and shook it with Rao Zonglin again, "Happy cooperation." ”;