"According to the copyright check, this song has the same melody as the main song of "The Story of Time".

Wu Yifan threw the ring upward, "You just said that you suggested that the copyright owner modify it like this." ”

"In this case, it can reduce his punishment a little."

This kind of thing is based on the premise of preconceived ideas, coupled with the rhythm of the water army, netizens also believe that the creator of "The Story of Time" is Lin Yifeng.

And Zhao Xiaobei is just a shameless thief who preemptively registers the lyrics and copyrights of other people's songs!

As for the truth of the facts, does that matter?

Syllable!

Zhu Yu clapped his hands violently, "Yifan's idea is good, now you are equivalent to choosing yourself." ”

"And on the issue of infringement, even if the police file a case, it will only be to sue and try the copyright registrant, and give you a verbal education."

"With you creating songs in the front, and Zhao Xiaobei preemptively registering the copyright, this game is equivalent to Yifeng becoming a victim of the robbed work."

"In this way, I will definitely be able to win the sympathy of the public, and I can also suck a wave of fans!"

I have to say that Wu Yifan is Wu Yifan, and he is really good at eyeballs and hype!

In the face of Zhu Yu's compliment, Wu Yifan just smiled, with a calm expression on his face.

Like, everything should be the way it should be.

"What if...... I mean, if ha! ”

Lin Yifeng originally wanted to praise a few words, but when he was about to say something, he thought of a question:

"If Tang Ren didn't carry it and confessed me to the police, it wouldn't affect me, right?"

In the final analysis, he was the initiator of this incident, and even Tang Ren, the copyright owner of "The River of Time", was fooled by him.

Lin Yifeng was worried about what impact it would have on him in the future.

"Rest assured, the ultimate responsibility must be borne by the actual copyright owner."

Wu Yifan smiled, "In other words, this matter has nothing to do with you." ”

"Although it is a little immoral, as long as you can win the name of the creator of "The Story of Time", everything is worth it."

Lin Yifeng nodded in agreement.

"If you really don't want to go, when the final court verdict comes down, Tang Ren will be compensated."

Zhu Yu glanced at Lin Yifeng, "But if he confesses to you, I don't think there is any need to compensate." ”

It seems that the entertainment industry is not just chaotic, but some people even lack humanity for fame and profit.

An irrelevant person, who gave them a thunderbolt and was abandoned!

"Okay, as long as you post a copyright squatting, it has nothing to do with you."

Wu Yifan put the ring back on his little finger, "What you need to think about now is how to deal with the indiscriminate bombardment from the song company and the song singers next." ”

With the name of the creator of "The Story of Time", it is almost predictable that there are many companies and singers who come to Lin Yifeng to make an appointment.

But Lin Yifeng is not the creator of this song.

This also requires him to find an author who can help him create lyrics and songs in advance, preferably a gold medal lyricist and composer.

Otherwise, if the quality of the songs that those people made appointments was too far from "The Story of Time", everything he did would be overturned.

At that time, Lin Yifeng's reputation will be completely stinky, everyone shouts and beats lightly, and it is inevitable to fall out of the ranks.

Whether you can continue to mix in the entertainment industry is two words.

"I have already contacted Mr. Kim Tae-seung this morning to customize the song at the price of 5 million per song."

Lin Yifeng nodded, "It's a bit expensive, but this is also a condition for Mr. Jin to promise to keep it secret." ”

The external quotation of gold medal songwriters is generally around 3 million summer yuan.

If the song also includes a profit share in the later stage, then the price will drop by about 20%.

"5 million, you are really willing to do it!"

A trace of shock flashed on Wu Yifan's face, "With a hush money of 2 million per song, Jin Taesheng is also a lion's mouth!" ”

"There's no way, the less people know about this matter, the better, so the author who created "The River of Time" has become my only choice."

Lin Yifeng shook his head a little helplessly, "I hope that the person who is making the song is not in a hurry, but if I am in a hurry, I will have to sell my house and car." ”

"The wool comes out of the sheep."

Wu Yifan smiled faintly, "Whoever you sell the song to, you will ask for this fee with whomever you want." ”

So Lin Yifeng is not the creator of the song, but just the porter of the song?

"Makes sense!"

Zhu Yu pondered for a while, and said with a smile: "You can also raise the price further, you must have a little profit, right?" ”

"Sister Taro, you are really a female businessman!" Lin Yifeng was stunned and laughed.

……

Zhao Xiaobei's Weibo post certainly caused an uproar on the Internet.

But Lin Yifeng's riotous operation made the wind of public opinion all fall to his side:

"Stealing my idol's singing, and also preemptively registering the copyright of the song, it's really shameless."

"Our idol songs, why should the police uncle not care about the registered copyright of the surname Zhao?"

"I've seen shameless, I've never seen such shameless, Zhao Xiaobei, you have to apologize......"

In the case of the crazy rhythm of the water army hired by Lin Yifeng, a vigorous incident of Zhao was set off on the Internet.

Netizens asked Zhao Xiaobei to apologize to Lin Yifeng, and unconditionally transfer the copyright related to "The Story of Time" to Lin Yifeng.

Zhao Xiaobei did not react to Lin Yifeng's reply and the condemnation of netizens.

Now for him, this Lin Yifeng is a clown.

Anyway, Bai Buyi will also release the new song he gave in the future.

When netizens see the dozen or so songs with Zhao Xiaobei's name on the songwriters, they will naturally know who is making it up.

Now, he's dealing with a video call bombardment from Egrets:

"Zhao Xiaobei, are you so enduring? He hired a navy to hack you and steal your songs, and you actually posted such a painless Weibo......"

Zhao Xiaobei hurriedly pushed the laptop in front of the coffee table.

When she was out of breath, Zhao Xiaobei picked up the water cup and took a sip:

"Lulu, I'm thirsty, you should have a dry mouth, do you want to drink some water?"

"You guy, don't you have a straight personality, why are you so unhurried this time?"

Egret rolled her eyes angrily, "Okay, just tell me what you think!" ”

"I'm thinking about ignoring him, and after it's not easy to release a new song, I will launch a counterattack against Lin Yifeng."

Zhao Xiaobei explained: "But looking at this situation, you are very dissatisfied? ”

"How long will you have to wait? By then, the daylilies will be cold! ”

Egret was anxious, "No, you have to think of a way now, or I will openly help you stand on the platform?" ”

"Oh, don't!"

Zhao Xiaobei hurriedly refused, "I don't want others to say that I eat soft rice." ”

"In this way, it's better for me to post a Weibo again in a while, and match the live broadcast surnamed Lin!"

Zhao Xiaobei proposed a temporary solution:

"When the time comes, the netizens in the live broadcast room will randomly come up with questions, and each will have half an hour of creative time, and win two out of three battles!"

Live PK?

Sounds interesting!

Anyway, this song Egret knows that it must have been created by Zhao Xiaobei.

If PK, can he lose?

"Okay, just do it, it's worthy of my fancy ...... Ahem, admiring man! ”

The white cheeks of the egret turned red, and she almost said what was in her heart.

Zhao Xiaobei blinked, just now he seemed to hear what to see, what to see?

"What are you looking at?"

The egret looked embarrassed and said in embarrassment: "Why don't you hurry up and post on Weibo?" ”

"Okay, I'll go now, let's talk."

Zhao Xiaobei responded sluggishly and hung up the video call.

Looking at the phone with a black screen, the egret held his cheeks, which were already as red as apples, and said:

"Elm pimple!"