At noon the next day, at the Starbucks Cafe, Zhou Fan and Yang Fa met.

There is also a rookie singer named Huang Wenbo who came with Yang Fa, wearing a mask and sunglasses, as if he was afraid of being recognized by passers-by.

In fact, this name Zhou Fan has never heard of, he is not well-known, and he doesn't know what works he has, and he is clearly pretending to be a big star.

When he took off his mask, he finally saw his face clearly.

He has thick bangs, heavy makeup on his face, and the foundation is estimated to weigh a pound when he scrapes it off.

In 09, the Korean Wave was not as popular as in later generations, and there were signs in the entertainment industry, and some male artists took the route of not being male or female in order to attract attention.

Zhou Fan frowned without a trace, not to mention his rap skills, Huang Wenbo's first impression was very bad.

Brother is just a legend, although it is a bit of a sword to go sideways, but it can't be sung to a sissy, otherwise it should be changed to sister is a legend.

"Brother Fa, the very talented original musician in your mouth is this Mr. Zhou?" Huang Wenbo not only dresses up as a woman, but also speaks in a girlish manner, and the gesture of pinching the spoon is like an orchid finger.

The disgusting twisted posture, in Huang Wenbo's own opinion, is a sign of fashion trends, and his words are full of superiority, and he does not hide his doubts about Zhou Fan.

Whether it is temperament or dress, he feels that Zhou Fan is rustic and incompatible with the entertainment industry.

"Although Mr. Zhou is not well-known for the time being, I believe that in time, there will be another famous songwriter in the music industry."

Compared with Huang Wenbo, who is not familiar with the world, Yang Fa speaks a lot better, which makes Zhou Fan's mood slightly better.

"I've written the score, you can take a look." Zhou Fan took the score out of his pocket.

"I don't understand this thing." Huang Wenbo looked at the crumpled paper with a disgusted expression.

The professional singer couldn't read the score, Zhou Fan was quite surprised.

Fortunately, the cappella version was recorded with a mobile phone in advance, and Yang Fa and Huang Wenbo put on one headset alone.

After listening to it for less than half a minute, Huang Wenbo took off his headphones unhappily: "What a broken song, Brother Fa, you fool me with such garbage?!" ”

Zhou Fan's face sank, the Divine Comedy, which was popular all over the country back then, turned into garbage in his mouth!

"Wenbo don't talk nonsense, I think this song is very likely to be popular, wait until you listen to it and ......"

"Singing this kind of strange song, do I still want my image, what should fans think of me?" Huang Wenbo directly interrupted Yang Fa's words, and said with a stiff face: "Whoever likes to sing it to whom, anyway, I don't want this garbage song!" ”

"You also have fans like you? You can't sing it if you want to, and letting a sissy sing my song is the biggest insult to this song! Zhou Fan put away the music headphones and prepared to get up and leave.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Zhou!" Yang Fa hurriedly stopped him, and said with guilt: "I'm sorry, it's because I didn't think it through, Wenbo is not suitable, let's change someone, can you see it?" ”

Zhou Fan hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "If you bring singers with abnormal brains, then there is no need to waste time, you are not famous and play big names, where is cool to stay!" ”

"Who do you say is not in their right mind?" Huang Wenbo was suddenly furious.

"Shut up!" Yang Fa lowered his face and said unhappily: "You go back first, it's none of your business here." ”

If an artist does not have a tough backstage, it is extremely unwise to offend the agent, Huang Wenbo snorted coldly and walked out of Starbucks angrily.

"I'm going to make you see the joke." Yang Fa said with a bitter smile: "I explained to the top and took care of Huang Wenbo, so I brought him over." ”

"It turned out to be a related household, no wonder Haiyu Entertainment is willing to sign such a stupid fork." Zhou Fan laughed.

"His uncle is the middle-level leader of our company, and I don't belong to his uncle, and if I offend, I will be offended, which is not a big deal." Yang Fa pretended to be relaxed.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, a young man with a thin face hurriedly walked into the café and bowed slightly beside Yang Fa: "I'm really sorry to keep Brother Fa waiting for a long time." ”

"Sit down, order whatever you want." Yang Fa patted the empty seat on the right hand and said with a smile: "This Mr. Zhou has written a song, and I plan to take the license to sing it for you." ”

The young man's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed and asked, "What type of song is it, can you let me see the score?" ”

"It should belong to pop music, I don't know the specific classification." Zhou Fan was a little helpless.

It seems that it is necessary to know a little more about music, pretending to be a creator, and it is really impossible to say that you don't know anything about music.

"I forgot to give you an introduction." Yang Fa stroked his forehead and said: "Chen Yao, graduated from Haicheng Conservatory of Music, made his debut in the singing competition, and his singing skills are first-class. ”

"Fa Ge praised it." Chen Yao smiled with a hint of shyness.

Zhou Fan nodded secretly, compared to Huang Wenbo, who had no one in his eyes, the young man in front of him looked much more pleasing to the eye, dressed like a normal person.

Whether it's true or false modesty, at least the attitude is good.

Humming a few words into the score, Chen Yao's face became more and more strange the more he sang, and he looked up and asked, "Mr. Zhou, did you really write this song yourself?" ”

Zhou Fan's heart tightened, and he said casually: "I wrote it, what's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing, I just think there's a bohemian in the lyrics, and you look ......"

"I look like a serious and honest person, don't I?" Zhou Fan took over the conversation.

"Yes." Chen Yao smiled shyly again.

"Actually, I feel this way too, and the lyrics are a bit profligate." Yang Fa took a sip of coffee, put down the cup and said, "Chen Yao has an introverted personality, and to be honest, he is not suitable for this genre. ”

"Brother Fa, I want to give it a try, I will do my best to make myself more cheerful!"

Chen Yao was a little anxious, it was rare to have a new song, and he missed this opportunity, and he didn't know how long it would take to get ahead.

"Since I called you over, I'm sure I'll give you time to try." Yang Fa said and looked at Zhou Fan: "Mr. Zhou, let's talk about the conditions of authorization, the share ratio of lyrics and songs is generally about 5%-8% in China, I will give you 10% calculation, and pay you a one-time payment of 5,000 yuan, do you think it's okay?" ”

“OK！” Zhou Fan agreed without thinking.

I checked the information on the Internet last night, and it is true that as Yang Fa said, the songwriter does not get much money.

For creators, this is obviously unfair, but it can't be helped, the market is like this.

After signing the authorization agreement, the boulder hanging in Yang Fa's heart finally landed, and he shook hands with Zhou Fan again.

"Mr. Zhou, if you create other excellent works in the future, you must remember to call me."

"Rest assured, there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future." Zhou Fan said with certainty.

There are hundreds of songs in my head, none of which have yet to be released, so we can't waste resources in vain.

As for Zhou Fan himself, he is not born to sing, no matter how good the song is, it will change its flavor when it comes out of his mouth, and it is impossible to be a singer in this life.