"Meeting is fate, get to know me, my name is Yang Fa, the agent of Haiyu Entertainment Company." The man with glasses stretched out his hand enthusiastically.

Zhou Fan shook hands with him and introduced himself briefly.

After chatting casually for a while, Yang Fa showed hesitation: "Mr. Zhou, I have a reluctant request, I don't know whether to talk about it or not." ”

Zhou Fan pouted secretly, everyone is not familiar with each other, since it is a reluctant invitation, it is better not to talk about it.

Without waiting for him to speak, Yang Fa continued: "I like that brother is just a legend, I hope you can cut your love and sell me this song." ”

"You want to buy songs?" Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows: "What price?" ”

"That's the number." Yang Fa raised two fingers.

"Two hundred thousand?"

"Mr. Zhou laughed, of course it's 20,000."

Zhou Fan instantly lost interest and shook his head directly: "Then forget it, this price is an insult to this song." ”

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that." Yang Fa hurriedly explained: "You may not know much about our industry, the price of 20,000 yuan is not low, after all, it is not from the hands of well-known musicians, and it may not be accepted by the majority of listeners." ”

Brother is just a legend whether it will be popular, Zhou Fan knows better than anyone else.

In his previous life, he was popular all over the Internet, and he could often hear it on the streets and alleys, "Don't be obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend" has become the mantra of a large number of young students.

Such a song that can be called a divine comedy is only priced at 20,000 yuan, and the price of cabbage is not as good.

Even if it is 200,000, Zhou Fan will not be able to sell it, and it is not bad for that money at all.

"If you think about it, if you get good results, we will continue to cooperate in the future, the price will gradually increase, and the income from writing a song will even exceed your usual income for most of the year." Yang Fa patiently persuaded.

By observing Zhou Fan's clothing and transportation, Yang Fa listed him as a low- and middle-income group, and 20,000 is relatively not a small number.

Zhou Fan didn't know that he had been silently classified, and carefully checked the bicycle, the tire spokes were slightly deformed, and he estimated that he had to take the time to go to a repair shop.

"Needless to say, it is impossible to buy out 20,000 yuan at one time, but I can authorize your artists to take a certain percentage of the share."

Zhou Fan really doesn't know much about songwriting, but he only knows that in addition to the buyout method, there is also a sharing model.

Singers use this song in commercial performances, and a part of the income is distributed to songwriters.

Yang Fa was overjoyed, and his strong intuition told him that he must win this song, otherwise he will regret it in the future.

Regardless of whether it is bought out or shared, as long as you can get the right to use it, it is worth paying a little more.

Glancing at the time, Zhou Fan said: "It's too late now, you give me your contact information, and make an appointment to talk about it tomorrow." ”

"No problem, then let's talk about it, see you tomorrow!"

Leaving each other's mobile phone numbers, Yang Fa watched Zhou Fan ride away, he couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart anymore, and shook his fist hard, accidentally pulling the wound, grinning in pain.

Rao was like this, and he was still smiling in pain.

The agent industry is not as glamorous as outsiders imagine, and most of the people who mix poorly are the key to whether the artist in hand is famous enough.

Yang Fa is just a newcomer who has just entered the industry for a few years, he has no qualifications, he has no connections, and the artists he brings are all outside the 18th line.

Becoming popular requires a lot of resources, and the company's support is on the one hand, and on the other hand, it depends on chance and luck.

Yang Fa has a hunch that his fate has come!

On the other side, Zhou Fan went home in embarrassment.

I didn't pay attention to it when it was too dark outside, and my clothes and pants were torn through several holes, and there were a lot of dead branches and leaves.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Xin'er frowned and asked; "Didn't you say you were going to a class reunion, how did you get it like this?"

"I was hit by an electric car on the way back." Zhou Fan smiled and shook off the leaves on his body before entering the door.

Noticing that he had a wound on his foot, Lin Xin'er went downstairs to buy ointment and band-aids.

Zhou Fan's heart was warm, and he felt that this time it was not in vain.

"Damn, what a shit!"

Shaking his head vigorously to shake off the strange idea, Zhou Fan carefully picked up his trousers.

After sticking a band-aid, I couldn't help but feel distressed when I thought about selling songs.

Other reborn people can program and play musical instruments, but they can't recognize all the staves, they can't write music scores, so what do they sell to others?

At this time, Lin Xin'er walked into the room and asked, "Is the injury serious, do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?" ”

"No, it's just a skin injury, it hurts for two days."

Zhou Fan waved his hand, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

I don't know music, but someone does!

"Xin'er, I remember you passed the tenth grade on the piano, right?" Zhou Fan's eyes sparkled and looked at her: "I sing a song, can you help me write the score?" ”

Although she didn't understand what this guy was suddenly smoking, Lin Xin'er still nodded: "It should be fine." ”

"I'll bother you for a moment." Zhou Fan ran around to get a pen and paper.

Seeing that he seemed to be very excited, Lin Xin'er was secretly curious about what kind of fame he was doing.

After clearing his throat, Zhou Fan took a deep breath and tried his best to sing as standard as possible.

"Please stop being obsessed with brother, oh brother is just a legend......"

A song comparable to a donkey's bark came from Zhou Fan's mouth, and Lin Xin'er subconsciously took two steps back, her pretty face full of horror.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not ready, do it again."

Zhou Fan scratched his head in embarrassment, turned around and closed the door, so as not to affect his father-in-law and mother-in-law in the next room.

Adjust your mentality and sing it again, this time it's slightly better than just now, but it's only good.

After singing a song, Zhou Fan was so tired that he was sweating.

Singing is a real torture for people who have incomplete pentatonic sounds.

Of course, listening to people with incomplete tones singing is a kind of torture, and Lin Xin'er has a deep understanding at the moment.

It took her a long time to regain her strength, and she asked with a strange expression: "Where did you learn the song, the lyrics are weird." ”

Zhou Fan smiled: "I said that I created it myself, do you believe it?" ”

"If you can write songs, sows can go up trees." Lin Xin'er didn't have a good breath, and handed over the written simple score: "There are a few small details I have modified, and the singing is smoother." ”

Zhou Fan happily took the score, added the lyrics, and remembered one or two sentences very clearly, so make up for it by himself.

Lying on the bed for a while, Lin Xin'er was idle, picking up her mobile phone and browsing the news at will.

I don't know if Zhou Fan's singing voice is too magical, the phrase "brother is just a legend" lingers, floating in her mind, and she can't disperse for a long time.

With a thought, Lin Xin'er typed "Brother is just a legend" on Baidu, but she didn't find this song.

"Strange, how could it not be?"

Muttering to herself, she typed in the complete lyrics, but still didn't find it.

"It's hard to ......"

Thinking that Zhou Fan said that the song was written by himself, Lin Xin'er was stunned.