The magic capital, a hundred-meter-tall building stands in it, reflecting a dazzling light under the sun.

At the top of the building, there is a huge sculpture of a cute squirrel, holding a pine cone in the corner and smiling happily.

This building is the headquarters of Squirrel Literature Network, and in the conference room on the 31st floor, Lu Yun, the manager of the copyright department, is receiving visitors with a smile on his face.

"Manager Lu, it's really an honor to cooperate with Squirrel Literature Network this time." A man in his forties, wearing sunglasses, shook Lu Yun's hand and said hello.

"I should say this sentence, Brother Han, don't kill me." Lu Yun smiled and saluted back, but there was a useful expression on his face.

The two touted each other a few times, and finally got to the point.

"Manager Lu, you must be able to guess the purpose of my visit this time; Then I'll get straight to the point, I took a fancy to a book on the Squirrel Literature Network, hoping to buy the copyright of some of the content in it, and in terms of price, ...... "Han Cheng spoke very quickly, like a surging river."

"Wait a minute, Brother Han," Lu Yun showed an apologetic smile, blocked the river, and asked, "I don't know which book you are talking about, I remember that the few books that are on fire on the Squirrel Literature Network don't seem to be quite right with your business." ”

When Han Cheng heard this, he frowned, and asked dissatisfiedly, "Doesn't Manager Lu pay attention to the news?" In the past few days, one of the hottest songs in the circle is from this book. ”

"You mean the orange soda of the cute combination?" Lu Yun had a "sudden realization" expression, patted his head, and said with a smile: "Oh, it turned out that I was crazy about singing this book, which has a lot to do with you, Brother Han, but I'm afraid I can't help it." ”

"Why?" Han Cheng asked.

"Brother Han should know that our Squirrel Literature Network has always been cautious in terms of copyright; With the value that I have shown as a song maniac, without the premise of holding a board meeting, I am a small general manager, and I dare not mess around. Lu Yun said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"My purpose is not to have the whole book, but just to have a song in it, which you can't and can't do." Han Cheng seemed to be in a hurry and asked.

"That's no problem, I also read that book after it became famous, except for the recent hit orange soda, there is only one song left, my future is not a dream, is it the name?" Lu Yun asked knowingly, improving his aura step by step in order to gain an advantage in the bargaining afterward.

"Yes." Han Cheng admitted, his tone a little resentful.

"Then I don't know, how much money is Brother Han going to pay?" Lu Yun said with a smile, very satisfied with Han Cheng's anxiety.

"How much do you think is appropriate?" Han Cheng kept his sanity and knew to avoid this problem.

"Three hundred thousand." Lu Yun said an extremely exaggerated number.

"It's impossible, it's just a song, and even if it can reach the popularity of orange soda, it's far from worth so much." Han Cheng shouted excitedly, expressing his refusal.

In this rejection, there is a bit of reluctance.

Lu Yun was not surprised by Han Cheng's reaction, he had already guessed that it would be so, he got up from his chair, put his hands behind his back, and turned his back to Han Cheng, with a smile of enjoyment on his face.

After coming over for a while, he Shi Shiran said: "300,000 is indeed too exaggerated, too exaggerated." ”

"One hundred thousand, that's already a high price for a song." Han Cheng said.

"One hundred thousand? That's not your bottom line. Lu Yun shook his head, maintained an elegant smile, and said.

"Lu Yun, don't go too far." Han Cheng stood up, pointed his finger at Lu Yun, and screamed with an ugly face, but soon, as if he realized something, the whole person sat down on the chair like a deflated ball, and said weakly: "150,000, this is the highest price I can offer." ”

"It's a pleasure to work with." Lu Yun showed an elegant smile, handed a contract to Han Cheng, and after Han Cheng finished signing, he sighed helplessly, and walked out of the conference room with his head up.

"Tell me that I am the author of the song maniac, the company is very interested in the copyright of the song "My Future Is Not a Dream", I will give you 20,000 yuan, as for how much you can earn, it depends on yourself, a high school student, it is estimated that a few thousand dollars is enough for him to be excited, haha. Lu Yun hung up the phone and sat in his office laughing.

It was a perfect deal. Lu Yun thought intoxicated.

……

"Is that so, 10,000 royalties? I ......"

Chen Feng hung up the phone, sighed, and sent a message: "Okay, you won." ”。

"Then I'll say thank you first." Almost instantly, Chen Feng received a reply, it seems that the guy on that end has been guarding the computer.

"No, I'm willing to gamble and lose, I won't pay the bill; On the other hand, this thank you should be my answer. Chen Feng pursed his lips and said helplessly.

"Although I'm a newcomer, I also know that this kind of thing is very common in the industry, and it's a rule that everyone defaults to, as long as I don't go too far, I don't care, it's a pity."

"It's a pity, but people are greedy, so I take the liberty of asking, how much price did they offer you?" Han Cheng asked with a smile while holding champagne at the other end of the screen.

"Ten thousand," Chen Feng paused when he said this, and said angrily: "At first, it was three thousand, and I kept refusing, and after it rose to ten thousand, I said that I would not increase the price." ”

Seeing this, Han Cheng smiled even more happily, swept away the appearance of the "loser" in the afternoon, he took a sip of champagne, raised the decibel and said: "The contract I signed is to buy the copyright of "My Future is Not a Dream" at a price of 150,000, if you agree, this price will not change."

The reason why Han Cheng acted as the boss in front of Lu Yun was because of this, he wanted to use human nature to pull Chen Feng from the chariot of the Squirrel Literature Network into his circle of interests.

This is a good thing for him and for Chen Feng.

"There's no need for that, I've promised them." Chen Feng said indifferently.

When Han Cheng heard this, his heart trembled, his hands trembled, and he almost didn't spill champagne on the keyboard, he threw the wine glass aside, and hurriedly typed: "You promised them?" At the price of ten thousand? It's also too ......."

"It's just a song, it's good to return the favor of the squirrel literature network, or buy a lesson, in short, that's it, in the future, I will ask Brother Han to help me more."

The peak turned around, Chen Feng said frankly.

"That's how it should be, that's how it should be, let's support each other." Han Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the bottle containing champagne, and poured a few sips to suppress the shock.

"Oh, yes. These songs are all I will put in the book for a period of time in the future, since I promised to send you a song if I lose, choose one. Chen Feng flipped through the outline, copied the names of a few songs from it, and sent them to Han Cheng.

This gold medal agent, who has been working tirelessly after being rejected to buy a song from himself a few days ago, finally took advantage of this "perfect deal" and successfully impressed Chen Feng.

He doesn't care much about money, but that doesn't mean that he is willing to be sold like a fool and laugh.

Han Cheng looked at the name of the song of Yizi, and instantly felt that he had made a difficult choice, he believed in Chen Feng's strength, but because of this, he suffered more from gains and losses.

With great difficulty, he instinctively chose a song that was probably related to dreams, which was the type he needed most at the moment.

"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed." Chen Feng saw Han Cheng's choice, laughed, and recalled in his mind the song of Mayday, the stubborn "stubborn".

Thanks to the "Gu Remnant Sky" 588 reward, it was a day late, Khan