William Morris sent a white man named Hayden, about forty years old, ordinary-looking, according to himself, who used to be a middle manager of a car sales company in Detroit, and had been a broker for less than three years. He is indeed very 'caring' about the car, when he signs a contract, he will walk to the window every once in a while, and look at the Dodge Dynasty that he parked under the old Joe music building, and every black boy who passes by the car can make him frightened.

"Yay, let's have a toast to that!"

Lao Qiao was very satisfied, Song Ya didn't plan to take advantage of this juncture to knock him off, of course, most of the reason was that Song Ya didn't dare or need, and the conditions offered were basically not much different from the standard transfer contract.

"I wish the new college a big sale."

Pablo can also accept it, Lori Jr.'s name appears in the lyricist column, alongside Song Ya, but it is only used for external publicity, and the lyrics in the contract, Llorry's actual rights and interests are only half of Song Ya's, of course, half is not a lot, that is a copyright that can benefit for a lifetime.

In this contract, the songwriters each accounted for about 6 percent of the second-hand store's revenue, the lyricist Xiao Luo Rui 2 percent, Song Ya 4 percent, plus 6 percent of the song, exactly 10 percent. If it's an album, then the income is equal to other songs, according to the ten songs of the album as an example, ten percent is multiplied by one-tenth, Song Ya can just get one percent of the money for the album, this ratio has nothing to do with profit or anything, if an album cassette is sold for five dollars, Song Ya can get five cents.

Don't look at the album sales of one million copies to bring Song Ya 50,000 dollars in income, the bulk is in the single disc in the future, the single does not need to share the income with other songs, ten percent is the real ten percent, and the single disc is generally vinyl records and mini CDs, and the price is higher than the current popular cassette.

"Hey." Song Ya raised her glass and took the initiative to show favor to little Lori.

It's done, and little Lowry is not in a mood now, or maybe Pablo has a showdown with him, which makes his understanding of himself clearer, "Cheers!" He drank it all first. The relationship between the two will be delicate in the future, but everyone knows in their hearts that it is far from the time to calculate that.

"Cheers." Hayden's communication skills, who have been doing sales for half his life, are online, "I wish the new college a big sale." ”

"Cheers."

The wine in the cup is Lao Qiao's collection Remy Martin XO, Song Ya tasted it first, and the people in southern China seem to like this too, and he feels very good after taking a sip.

Several people present didn't think there was anything wrong with underage drinking, and after a round of drinking, Hayden and Pablo prepared two more contracts, and there were still words to sign.

The first is the transfer fee, Song Ya transferred one-third of the copyright of the lyrics to Lori Jr., at a cost of 2,500 dollars, this figure is estimated based on the album's 50,000 single sales of 10,000, Hayden is not very satisfied and wants to fight for it again, but Song Ya still asked him to forget it, just take it as the tuition fee he paid for entering the industry.

Next is the confidentiality agreement for the previous contract, commonly known as hush money, and another 2,500 dollars, and on any occasion in the future, Xiao Lowry can claim to the public that he has completed the RAP part of the song of the second-hand store, and Song Ya is only the chorus, Song Ya must fully support this statement. As for the liquidated damages, it is just a meaningless number, and little Lowry will not take the initiative to tell the truth, and if he repents......

Then you can't just take the money and settle it.

Pablo pulled out five neat piles of twenty knives and threw them in front of Hayden for him to count.

Song Ya remembered Goodman's instructions, and secretly reminded herself in her heart that even if it is cash income, you can't forget to pay taxes, and the U.S. tax season in April is about to come, and this matter must not be forgotten.

When everything was done, Song Ya paid Hayden's due, and sent him downstairs to leave. "You're focusing on two things right now, keeping an eye on the progress of the copyright application, and helping me join the Composers' Guild as soon as possible." Before Hayden's Dodge dynasty, he instructed.

"I'll keep an eye on it."

Driving two trips to the south of the city to retry a few contracts will cost 500 dollars, and in the next year, you can continue to share ten percent of Song Ya's royalty income, which is no different from picking up money, although you still have to pay a part to William Morris, but Hayden is still in a very good mood now, "No problem." "But I suggest you join BMI, which is a bit more expensive, but BMI's customers have a bigger audience with your songs, you know, the radio." ”

"I know, you can do it."

The two had already had a good chat before, and after Song Ya felt that he could recognize the other party's professionalism, he took him and Aunt Susie to Goodman's law firm together, signed the first economic contract after the crossing, and settled the bill with Goodman by the way.

"What else, do you want me to help you find some more chances?" Hayden took the initiative to propose, "A lot of young singers need lyrics and songs, and even some commercials I have a way over there, as long as you can write them." ”

"Forget it."

Song Ya can't write it, there is no 'Apocalypse' plug-in, he knows how many pounds and taels he has, "You go quickly, it's not safe for white people to stay here for a long time." He reminded.

"Uh......"

Hayden turned his head to look at the dark patch at the entrance of the underground nightclub opposite, "Then I'll go, call bye." He quickly started the car and disappeared with a whoosh.

Back upstairs, except for the recording studio, which is full of people, and most of them are girlfriends, companions and other irrelevant people brought by a certain musician, Tony even brought his ex-girlfriend over, the two are shrinking in the corner, you and me, the musicians who joined one after another fell sideways on the sofa in the control room, watching the drummer inside audition over and over again, the real work of the whole process is the tuner Eric, he has only slept for a few hours in total these days, everyone is wilted, Song Ya feels that he may die of overwork at any time.

The air is stuffy, and it's a mix of perfumes, leaves, alcohol, tobacco and strong body odors, but maybe it's the norm in the music industry, and everything can be eaten. Even Lao Qiao, the boss, didn't care, he was holding a wine glass, surrounded by the girls brought by a few musicians, and his eyebrows were dancing, with a happy face.

"Well, maybe it's because I'm the only outsider."

Song Ya actually gave birth to a sense of loneliness in this lively environment, and the soul of the Chinese people made him completely unable to fit in.

Remembering that he hadn't been to school for several days, and that the school bully was worried, and then the next 'Apocalypse' didn't know how and when it would be triggered, he couldn't help but feel bored, but fortunately, the $4,500 cash in his pocket could give him a lot of comfort.

"After the first pot of gold is in hand, what should I do?"

He thought about it, there is no memory of his past life, don't think about prophetic investment, in the United States, it is too inconvenient to have no car at home, so he went to find Tony, "Hey, accompany me to the second-hand car market tomorrow." ”