After the call ended, Sister Fang frowned. She heard everything Zhao Yan said on the phone just now. The phone was always on voice-over, which is why Sister Fang could also hear it before when Zhao Yan played songs on the phone and Yu Qiluo's hands.

Sister Fang was sure of the quality of those songs just now.

But after listening to the song, a big question emerged in her heart - were these good songs really written by that young man Zhao Yan?

Just as Sister Fang was frowning at this question in her heart, Yu Qiluo put down her phone and said to her: "Sister Fang! After Zhao Yan sent the song over, you can negotiate with him for the price! Don't let him suffer! Just a few songs!"

Sister Fang nodded, hesitated for a moment, and still expressed her question: "Do you think the songs just now were really written by him? If not, it may cause copyright disputes!"

Yu Qiluo thought about it and smiled and said, "That's your job! Before negotiating the price, you can confirm whether the copyright of these songs is in his hands. If you are really worried, please let him register at the copyright office first! That way, if there is copyright issue in the future, it will be his problem!"

Sister Fang smiled and nodded, "Not bad! Let's see if he dares to register at the copyright office. If he dares to register, we dare to buy it! Haha! By the way, these songs are really good! When I buy them back, I will ask Ren Bin to help you arrange the songs! Speaking of which, you haven't released a new album for more than a year. It's not bad to launch a new album recently!"

Yu Qiluo smiled and nodded.

...

Zhao Yan was on his way back to the dormitory and was about to go back to the dormitory to transfer the songs from the recorder to the computer, and then send them to Yu Qiluo. Before he could even arrive at the dormitory, he received a call from Sister Fang.

After finishing the call, Zhao Yan's face looked a little unhappy.

Before the price was negotiated, the other party asked him to register the copyright at the copyright office first.

Is this suspicion that I copied?

It was indeed plagiarism! But he copied it from his dream, and there would never be any copyright disputes in the Ming Dynasty!

Although she felt a little unhappy, the other party's words also reminded Zhao Yan that if he did not register the copyright first, he would send the song to the other party, as Yu Qiluo. If she said that these songs were written by herself or received from other places and did not give him Zhao Yan's money, even if Zhao Yan sued, the judge might not believe him.

Sister Fang reminded her that the other party had no intention of this, but she reminded Zhao Yan of copyright. If she still sells songs in the future, she must register the copyright first.

Every city has a copyright branch, and Nanjing is no exception.

The next morning, Zhao Yan asked Zhang Peng to take a morning leave for him, took a taxi to the copyright office, and registered the copyrights of several songs.

When I returned to the dormitory, it was less than 11 o'clock and the school had not yet ended, Zhao Yan called Sister Fang.

"Sister Fang! I have registered the copyright, you can find information online! Can we talk about the price of these songs now?"

Sister Fang: "Haha! Thank you for your hard work! OK! You offer a price!"

Sister Fang did not check the copyright information immediately. She was just negotiating the price now and hadn't paid yet, so she had nothing to worry about.

Zhao Yan thought for a while and said, "Tell me the price! I don't know much about the market in this regard!"

In fact, Zhao Yan searched the general market on the Internet yesterday.

Most of the songs written by newcomers will only be sold for 20,000 to 30,000 yuan if they are overwhelmed, most of which are only a few thousand yuan.

There are two ways for famous artists to sell their works. One is to sell them directly, usually only 50,000 to 100,000 yuan per song, and the other is to share the profits of the record.

Those who can get 10% of the profits are already considered famous artists, and those who can get 20% or 30% are already the top price in the industry.

It is precisely because of the overall market that Zhao Yan is unwilling to offer a price. Of course, he is unwilling to sell these songs for thousands of yuan each. If they are sold so cheaply and want to raise money to set up a station, how many songs will he have to sell?

Sister Fang: "Ha! Let me open it? Sister Yu has told you that you can't treat you badly, so let's do it! Each song costs 10,000 yuan, is it okay?"

Zhao Yan “…”

Zhao Yan was speechless for a while and said for a while: "Sorry, Sister Fang! It seems that we can't cooperate this time! These two days have delayed your time, I'm sorry!"

Sister Fang: "Hmm? Why? Ten thousand yuan per song is not low! Zhao Yan! You can inquire about the market!"

Zhao Yan was a little disappointed and said, "I know! But I still can't sell it! Ten thousand yuan per song is too low, the psychological price is too low! Sorry, Sister Fang!"

At this time, Zhao Yan suddenly felt that Sister Fang's cold attitude last night was a good thing, because he refused at this time, without any psychological pressure, and he did not owe the other party favors!

On the other end of the phone, Sister Fang frowned.

"What is your psychological price?"

After listening to those songs last night, she and Yu Qiluo really wanted to buy these songs. The possible copyright issues were gone after Zhao Yan registered with the copyright office. It can be said that Sister Fang's appetite has been completely lifted up, but at this time Zhao Yan said she would not sell it anymore. She was naturally very depressed and had the urge to curse.

Zhao Yan: "1 million!"

Zhao Yan thought that 1 million should be able to make a station.

"Ha! Haha!"

On the other end of the phone, Sister Fang was amused when she heard this price, and she laughed and got angry.

After laughing a few times, she said, "Student Zhao Yan! Are you sure you are sober now? 1 million? Do you think you are the first master of lyrics Chu Kang? You really dare to offer a price!"

Sister Fang, who was so angry, said this without hesitation, and hung up the call.

In the dormitory, Zhao Yan listened to the blind voice in his phone and smiled helplessly. When he offered this price, he expected that such a result might occur.

But he didn't regret it. He wrote these songs to raise money to open a website. If he couldn't raise enough money, he would rather not sell a single song.

Anyway, he now lacks money to open a website, and he doesn't need any other money.

He asked himself about the songs in the recorder that there are opportunities to sell them in the future, so why bother rushing for a while?

However, Zhao Yan still felt a little frustrated in his heart, and felt that he was still too simple to consider the problem! Not comprehensive enough! He naively thought that by copying a few good songs from his dream, he could raise money to open a website. He only thought that he would write songs and sell songs quickly, but he never thought that he would not be able to sell at a high price, whether he was writing novels or writing songs.

Even if you make a script for a classic movie from a dream, you probably can only sell it for tens of thousands of yuan, and no one may even buy it.

I felt a little bored, so Zhao Yan simply left the dormitory and went to the school cafeteria slowly. Anyway, school was about to end at noon. While there was no one in the cafeteria now, there was no need to queue up to get food, so I went to have the meal first.
Chapter completed!