wavenovel Chapter 39 He doesn't ask for money for his work
Chapter 39 He doesn't ask for money for his work
Zhang Yadong is clearly determined to record all three songs, "By the Lake Baikal," "In This World," and "My Dear You," today.
This guy simply had the recording studio doors locked.
"Boss, he locked the door. What are we going to eat for lunch?" Little Potato asked worriedly.
Like Huang Yiliang, she couldn't afford to go hungry.
Huang Yiliang would faint if he got too hungry.
If a little potato is hungry, its legs will tremble and its palms will sweat.
What's most amazing is that this little potato is small but has a big appetite and isn't picky about food, making it a great meal partner for Huang Yiliang.
"Don't worry! You won't go hungry," Huang Yiliang said, ruffling his assistant's hair.
"I'm worried they'll starve you." Little Potato knew how to seize the opportunity to curry favor.
Would you like some water?
"Sit still and behave yourself! There are assistants here."
As soon as Huang Yiliang finished speaking, Little Potato ran to ask the staff for a cup to pour water for her boss.
Who wouldn't like such a diligent and considerate assistant?
"It's a little hot, let me blow on it for you."
"..."
"Liangzi, who is this little girl?" Wang Fei quickly noticed the busy little potato.
"The company assigned me an assistant." Huang Yiliang glanced in the direction of Little Potato, who was whispering something to the staff.
"You signed with a company? Which company?"
"Huh??" Huang Yiliang never expected that Sister Fei would be so gossipy about his affairs.
"It's a small company, you wouldn't want to know."
Wang Fei's words suddenly made Huang Yiliang realize that he really needed to sign with his own company.
This not only saves more taxes, but also makes the process more convenient.
The most important thing is that the company's shareholders are only him and his son Huang Haidong, so there is no possibility that other shareholders have taken advantage of the situation.
"Tell me about it! Let Sister Fei give you her opinion!"
Huang Yiliang glanced at Sister Fei. This woman must be too free lately.
"Uh—! The music of 'The Dream of the Yellow Millet'."
As soon as Huang Yiliang finished speaking, Wang Fei couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Why don't you just say that you registered a company yourself?"
"Hehe! I was just trying to be modest!" Huang Yiliang scratched the back of his head, pretending to be honest.
Surprisingly, Sister Fei actually fell for his act.
As everyone knows, Faye Wong's judgment of people has never been very good.
"Starting a business as a newcomer isn't easy. Is there anything you need? Do you need Sister Fei's help?" Wang Fei patted Huang Yiliang's shoulder generously.
Huang Yiliang's lips twitched. Why did this action feel so strangely familiar?
Who else has patted me on the shoulder?
Oh dear, I seem to have forgotten to call him back. He saw my text message, but I thought I'd call him back when I had time, and then nothing happened.
"It's alright! It's a very small company, just a few people, mainly for legal tax avoidance."
When Huang Yiliang said that, Wang Fei understood. She had thought that her younger brother had been persuaded by someone to start his own business.
"What do you think of the songs 'The World' and 'My Dear You'? What's your budget? I'll help you discuss it with my company."
In the past few days, Faye Wong and Zhang Yadong have revised the arrangement several times. Of course, she knows that these two songs are no less excellent than "By the Lake Baikal".
"No need to talk!" Huang Yiliang quickly waved his hand.
"These two songs were originally written especially for you, Faye Wong, to perform on the Spring Festival Gala. I'm authorizing you to sing them for free," Huang Yiliang said, feigning generosity with a touch of cunning.
Wang Fei has a terrible business sense; she feels she got a great deal.
She could never do that, you're kidding. She's always the one being taken advantage of.
"No, that's too unfair to you. Who works so hard to write several songs and gets only a penny—"
Huang Yiliang quickly interrupted Fei Jie, knowing that if she continued, his wicked plan would be ruined.
"Sister Fei, really, talking about money is vulgar. These two songs were written by your younger brother. Let's just talk about the songs, not the money."
That's right, talking about money is too vulgar. How can art be measured by price?
Wang Fei wholeheartedly agreed with Huang Yiliang's words and secretly resolved to find another opportunity to help her younger brother out of trouble, so that he wouldn't suffer any losses.
"Hey—! Get to work! You two are just sitting there like you're royalty."
After arranging the band, Zhang Yadong stood on the stage and waved to Huang Yiliang and Wang Fei.
The songs Huang Yiliang provided were just simple piano pieces, and Zhang Yadong had to arrange them into real accompaniment and background music, which was quite a project.
Of course, the most important thing is that Zhang Yadong has requirements for these three songs. He brought in the whole band, which clearly shows that he doesn't want to make them into ordinary pop music.
It must be a classic.
Decades later, people will still remember these songs and Zhang Yadong.
"I've already revised it several times. Listen to it first, and stop if you have any objections," Zhang Yadong said, pulling Huang Yiliang to his side.
The two had worked together once, and Zhang Yadong was particularly happy to collaborate with Huang Yiliang.
Unlike other creators, Huang Yiliang almost completely delegates the work to the arrangers. If he disagrees with something, he only offers suggestions and shows great respect for the arrangers.
Most importantly, Zhang Yadong found that wherever Huang Yiliang offered different opinions, they were indeed not good enough, and he tried more than once to recruit Huang Yiliang to his music studio.
They have such great chemistry.
Uh—! Actually, the parts that Huang Yiliang pointed out were basically the differences from the original music. He and Zhang Yadong have absolutely no understanding of each other.
After the band played the song once, Zhang Yadong immediately turned to look at Huang Yiliang.
"How is it?"
"Uh—! I think it would be better to add a little female humming in the part after the chorus." Huang Yiliang made a tiny gesture.
Zhang Yadong's band included dozens of musicians, including pianist, cellist, viola, violinist, flute, oboe, clarinet, guitarist, and even harmonicaist, but he didn't hire a harmony teacher.
"Let's do it again, Afi, just sing it directly, I'll do the harmonies," Zhang Yadong said, waving his hand with great enthusiasm.
"Huh? Brother Dong, you can do female voice acting?"
"Don't underestimate me." Zhang Yadong glared at Huang Yiliang with annoyance.
Do I have to tell you about my past cross-dressing when I was young?
With Huang Yiliang, the cheat code, and Zhang Yadong, the master, in charge, the arrangement work couldn't be easier.
They were prepared to work through the night, but they finished the work by 3 p.m., and did it exceptionally well.
After Wang Fei left.
"How about I refund your money, and I want 20% of the copyright for these three songs?" Zhang Yadong suggested.
He regrets it now; he shouldn't have been so soft-hearted back then and only accepted Huang Yiliang's production fee.
He believed these three songs would definitely become hits, and even massive hits.
In fact, top-tier music producers like Zhang Yadong personally participate in the arrangement of music, which involves a portion of the copyright. After all, this is also part of the composition process, and a rather complex one at that.
"Brother Dong, this isn't right! A grown man shouldn't go back on his word. You've already taken the money, maybe next time!"
"Let's collaborate again next time!"
Huang Yiliang resolutely refused.
This is clearly a business that's trying to make money. Only someone with their brains slammed in a door would give away half of it, not even a little bit!
Zhang Yadong: "..."
You're not my good friend anymore.
"How about I add your name to the lyrics and music composition section as well?" Huang Yiliang asked tentatively.
He really couldn't afford to offend Brother Dong; he'd need his help with many things in the future.
"Such a good thing?" Zhang Yadong was surprised again.
Huang Yiliang nodded.
Zhang Yadong turned and ran.
Just when Huang Yiliang thought he was going to call someone to block him and beat him up, Zhang Yadong came running over with a wad of cash.
"Here's 150,000. 120,000 is yours, and the remaining 30,000 is a congratulatory gift for your new company's opening."
Damn, so this guy may be stingy, but he loves fame even more!
Thus, the three songs "By the Lake Baikal," "In This World," and "My Dear You" became:
Lyrics by Zhou Mengdie, Zhang Yadong, and Huang Yiliang.
Composers: Zhou Mengdie, Zhang Yadong, Huang Yiliang.
Arranged by: Zhou Mengdie, Zhang Yadong, and Huang Yiliang.
Singer: Wang Fei.
Zhang Yadong was particularly satisfied with this sorting.
Huang Yiliang was also very satisfied.
He brought over a chosen worker without spending a single penny.
If I need any work in the future, I'll still look for Brother Dong.
He doesn't charge for his work.
This time, Huang Yiliang's vision was too narrow.
Zhang Yadong didn't charge money, but he gained even greater fame.
The following year, Dong Ge doubled his music production fees, but singers still flocked to him for music production, and even more did.