Although the conditions and treatment are too different from those conceived of comfort, the mood of comfort has not been affected.

The worst result is to outsource the production of the song to a record company, although it may affect the sound quality and promotion, but the kind of contract that is almost free he will not sign.

After having lunch outside, when it rained, An Yi and his little sister, Qin Ge roamed the streets of the capital. Listening to the two chattering non-stop, occasionally glancing at the beauties in the past, it was also relaxing.

In my previous life, I was always busy shooting, publicity, advertising, and public welfare. In this life, comfort has already been seen. Work is always for a better enjoyment and service, and he can't put the cart before the horse.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, An Yi was separated from the two girls. He lived in a standard room, which was not suitable for inviting girls in.

Today is the last night after the organizers of the Youth Song Contest allowed singers to stay in the hotel for free, and although the competition is over, most of the singers who came from afar are not in a hurry to leave.

However, Ge Tao is a native of Beijing. Thinking of this, An Yi walked to the front desk and asked, "Please ask, has a red-haired man who lives in room 707 checked out?" "Although it is free accommodation, the contestants who participate in the Youth Song Contest have to sign at the front desk when they check out.

"Sir, do you have something to do with him?" The information of hotel customers cannot be leaked or revealed casually, so the woman asked.

"I'm comfort, and I'm in a room with him." An Yi shook the room card in his hand.

"Oh, he hasn't left yet." The woman checked the check-out record, and then seemed to remember something. "By the way, you just said you were comfortable?"

An Yi nodded.

"A gentleman came to the hotel to look for you just now, and he's in the lounge area of the lobby right now." The waiter put his fingers together and pointed in the direction of the rest area.

As if aware of this, the man waved his hand at An Yi, and An Yi had no choice but to walk over.

"Hello Anyi, I'm Shang Liang, the manager of Times Records. Our company still appreciates your performance in this competition, are you interested in signing with our company? Shang Liang took the initiative to hand over the contract that had already been drawn up.

With the experience of Huameng Records, he feels that the contract of Times Records will not be much better.

Sure enough, the contract period is 10 years. The share ratio is slightly better than Ah Guang said, the share ratio of the first year of the newcomer is not 5%, but it is not high, 7%. Moreover, the liquidated damages are 3 million Huaxia coins.

In short, it is the company that makes money, and it is impossible to jump out of the contract. Moreover, there are countless signing traps in it. In this regard, they are not as bright as Huameng Records.

Comfort pushed the contract through. "I'm sorry, but I have no plans to sign with a record company at this time."

"No, it can't be, you can't be an amateur singer for the rest of your life, right?" Shang Liang continued to persuade. "If you sign with our company, if nothing else, in less than three years, we will make you a superstar."

Superstars are higher in rank than popular idols, and are second only to music legends and superstars.

In China, the legend of the music scene is equivalent to the lifetime achievement award in the singing industry, and only retired superstars can think of this honor. Among the active singers, superstars like ceramics are already the pinnacle of the singer circle.

On the surface, Times Company wants to build An Yi into a superstar in three years for the sake of Anyi.

However, on the other hand, the higher the level, the more money you make, but Times Records refuses to make profits, just trying to make comfort a cash cow.

Comfort itself can make money on its own, how can it accept such conditions.

"Thank you for your kindness, but what I said has been made very clear, and I have no plans to sign a contract for the time being." Now I also have a little bit to understand the meaning of ceramic text messages. These two companies are pits.

It's just that she seems to mean to let him sign with TCR Media. It's all big companies, how good can their conditions be?

"Hey, Anyi, you really don't sign?" Shang Liang was a little angry. For these big companies, the attitude of the newcomers is simply intolerable.

"If the contract of Huameng Records is formulated by the feudal and construction society, your contract is formulated by the slave and subordinate society. Even if I want to sign a contract, I should sign with Huameng Records! At this time, An Yi's mood was already a little bad.

After reading two contracts in a row, no one will be too happy.

"Have you been in contact with Huameng Records?" The kind expression was a little bad, "Okay, it's your freedom to sign a contract." However, sell the rights to the new songs you created to our company! ”

This is a strategy that Times Records has long formulated.

In their opinion, the value of comfort is only these three songs. The biggest purpose of their signing up with comfort is just to squeeze the maximum value of these three songs. It doesn't matter if people can't sign a contract, but they must buy the copyrights of the three songs.

Of course, they weren't going to pay too much.

"Oh, those three songs, I would have sold them to other companies a long time ago." No matter what kind of world it is, there are strong buying and selling, which is normal. However, it also depends on who they are facing, how could An Yi be afraid of him.

Shang Liang sneered twice, the young man in front of him was very arrogant. Although he said that the rights to the three songs have been sold, the expression on his face is clear, he will not sell it to anyone.

"Boy, you have to think clearly, if you sell these three songs to our company, you can still make some money. But if you have to hold it or sell it to some other small company, I promise, you won't make a penny. Seeing An Yi's uncertain face, Shang Liang continued: "Of course, I'm not threatening you. I'm just afraid that these songs will be ruined in your hands. ”

"Oh, I see."

An Yi picked up a cup of coffee that had not yet cooled, shook it casually, and poured it all on Shang Liang's face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just slipped my hand a little."

Splash me, dare to splash me.

Shang Liang wiped his face and saw the sticky patch on his hand, and only then did he recognize this reality.

You don't want to give you face, since you don't want to mix in the circle and sub, just wait to be blocked.

Back in her room, An Yi found that her luggage had returned.

When I opened it, I didn't even break the rules of placement.

Sure enough, An Yi's hands were crossed and his knuckles gurgling.

It's time to teach him a lesson.

Closing the suitcase, he walked out of the room and walked comfortably towards the 8th floor.