Chapter 12: The First Pot of Gold
Two weeks later, Mr. Oh, who was borrowing a recording studio with Mr. Lee, was once again called to Mr. Yang's office.
Wu Zairong raised his eyebrows, "You can leave after you finish recording, you don't have to wait for me." Don't break things. "It's not that Wu Zairong is verbose, but Li Shengli is not a worry-free character at all.
Sitting in the elevator, the president looked for me What is the matter, Wu Jaerong frowned slightly.
Knowing the character of President Yang, Wu Zairong didn't have so much understanding, and pushed open the door, "President, what's the matter?" ”
"Come here, come here." Yang Hyun-seok looked proud, like a child who had done something great, waiting for someone to praise him.
Hand over a folder to Oh Jae-young, "Take a look." ”
Oh Jae-young opened the folder and smiled, "It turned out to be the two songs that were handed over to the president last time." Then he looked at the president.
"That's right," Yang Hyun Suk took a tone "One of the songs was bought by JYP,"
"As a track for the RAIN album." Yang Hyun Suk looked like you had a long face for me, "Although I am a rookie creator, Park Jin-young is very sincere this time." ”
"By the way, have you ever sold songs before?"
Wu Zairong scratched his head, "I sold a song," I fully know what Yang Hyun-seok meant, "Because the company didn't support it before, it could only be sold in the name of an individual." As a result, the price was severely lowered, and a completely good song only got 1 million won, and the copyright was not mine. I haven't wanted to sell since. ”
Although he said it easily, Wu Zairong still felt a little regretful in his heart.
I'm not the kind of prolific composer myself, except for the occasional whim, every song is obtained by repeated scrutiny, plus borrowing the company's recording studio for arrangement. It's really not just the way you think, write and draw.
Even if the songs are taken out and sold, they are completely masterpieces of their own painstaking efforts, but they just don't fit their own style.
1 million won (6,000 yuan, the price of 200 seaweed cabbages), and he didn't even get the copyright, and Wu Zairong was certainly not willing to sell it.
Hearing Oh Jae-young's complaint, Yang Hyun-suk's smile became even brighter, like a blooming chrysanthemum, "So the price of the first song is 15 million won, and there is also a copyright." ”
With his tongue against his lower lip, Oh Jae-young opened the folder again, in addition to the conspicuous 15 million won, there was also 5% of the copyright income of the music source.
As an unknown rookie composer, the song can be sold at such a price, no wonder even President Yang has to say that JYP is kind.
That's a windfall from the sky.
"The second song was taken away by the company as a track for the 1YTM album."
IYTM, YG's HIPHOP group, and TEDDY is YG's gold producer.
Wu Zairong's reaction is not slow, if the company collects the song, the copyright should have nothing to do with itself, but the price should be a little higher.
Oh Jae-young turned to the back page, 25 million won, this price is higher than Oh Jae-young imagined. Sweeping back, sure enough, the songwriter will also sign his name, but the copyright has nothing to do with himself.
But it still made a lot of money. Instead of waiting for the copyright fee to be implemented step by step after making money after debut, it is better to do it in one step when there is no money now.
Yang Hyun Suk suddenly laughed, "TEDDY is full of praise for your work, and I didn't expect it either. "You can see for yourself, and if there is no problem, you can sign it." ”
Coming out of Yang Hyun-suk's office, Oh Jae-young took a deep breath.
Every cell is breathing the copper smell of money, who cares about him?
That's right, it's the feeling, the feeling of success, the feeling of making a lot of money on your own.
By this afternoon, a total of 40 million won will be transferred to his bank account.
My future isn't so uncertain.