Chapter 40 Dare or not, love or not

"What? One hundred thousand?"

"One hundred thousand? Are you crazy?"

Zhang Shaoyu and Han Yang both exclaimed at the same time.

Han Yang thought he had heard it wrong and repeated it.

"How much did you say? One hundred thousand?"

"Correct."

Han Yang shook his head and said, "Impossible, it's not worth that much money."

Zhang Shaoyu also chimed in at this time: "Little brother, don't be so funny. Brother Yang bought your song because he thinks highly of you. If you sell this song, can you really get so much money?"

"In my eyes, its value is even more than a hundred thousand!"

"Haha, since you say it's worth one million or ten million, that's fine."

Zhang Shaoyu smiled contemptuously: "Now I know the lyrics and melody of this song, it's the same if I sing it, and I don't even need to pay you a penny!"

"You're not smart, are you? Don't you know what copyright is?"

Yang Xiao smiled and looked at him as if he was a fool.

“Have you registered the copyright?”

"Haha, you can try singing it and see if you get sued."

Yang Xiao would never make such a low-level mistake.

The copyright registration was completed long ago to prevent this kind of situation from happening.

If he was really robbed, he would have no place to complain.

Han Yang looked at Yang Xiao, who had a calm face, and felt a little unsure.

So he said in a negotiating tone: "One hundred thousand is too much, I can't take it out, ten thousand at most."

"Brother Yang! Ten thousand yuan is already too much. Is this song worth that much?"

"Zhang Shaoyu, shut up!"

"One hundred thousand yuan, not a cent less."

Hearing this, the scene suddenly fell silent.

Han Yang was very distressed.

He could relate to the mood and feeling of the lyrics of this song.

Why can’t I write such a good song myself?
Han Yang himself is an unknown little singer. He has also been working outside for a few years, forming a band and releasing personal singles.

But they all failed without exception.

Only a few singers in the same industry comment on each other, falling into a state of self-admiration.

But he had no choice, he knew the songs he wrote were shit, but that was all he could do!
He believed that the song "Miss Dong" would definitely be a hit! This was his intuition!
He didn't want to stay in his hometown county and run a music training institution, then just eat and wait for death!
He found it boring and was tired of this kind of life!

And this song.

This is his chance to prove himself and rise!

So when he heard Yang Xiao's loud request, he did have the idea of ​​bypassing Yang Xiao and taking it for himself.

Just send it out first!
Although he knew that this behavior was somewhat shameful, in his opinion, Yang Xiao was just daydreaming about 100,000 yuan!

If we really can't come to an agreement, we have no choice but to resort to these unconventional means.

But I didn’t expect Yang Xiao to say that he had registered the copyright!
If this is true, that's not good.

If the truth is revealed, he really can't afford to lose face!
Han Yang was struggling with a conflict between his conscience and his desires at this moment.

Yang Xiao took in the expression on his face, a gleam in his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he said:

"How about this, for 50,000 yuan, I can give you the performance rights of this song."

"Performance rights?"

Han Yang was even more speechless when he heard this.

What he wanted was to buy all the copyrights of this song, including the author's rights and so on.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiao was even more exaggerated. He actually only talked about the performance rights.

This is even more of a pipe dream.

"You think what I said is funny?"

"Indeed, this is the biggest joke I have heard this year."

"What if I promise that you will become famous within a week after singing this song?"

"What can you guarantee?"

Yang Xiao didn't say anything.

I walked to the computer and found the post of "Xiao Zhang and Xiao Li" in the Diba.

“Look at this post. Do you see how popular it is?”

"What do you mean? You don't want to come to Diba to post for promotion, do you?" Zhang Shaoyu said sarcastically.

“I am time.”

"What did you say? Did you write "Xiao Zhang and Xiao Li"?"

At 5:30 in the afternoon, Yang Xiao hurried to the school gate.

Many passers-by looked at him sideways.

My dining companion Zhou Hongyu was waiting at the door of a convenience store.

"Where have you been? Why are you carrying a guitar?"

"I went to do some work. The guitar was given to me by someone else."

"Yang Xiao, do you know that ever since you started skipping classes during evening self-study, many people are now following your lead and not coming to evening self-study anymore. The back two rows are often empty!"

"Stop, what do you mean I take the lead? Don't talk nonsense. It's their business if they want to skip class. Their legs are on their bodies. What does it have to do with me?"

"Liu Yuxin has been skipping evening self-study classes these past few days, did you know that?"

"I know. He's playing with me."

"Hmm? Impossible?"

"Since you also know that it's impossible, then what does she have to do with me? Don't mention her in front of me."

Yang Xiao has been updating posts at home during this period. How could he have the time to care about what other people are doing?
Even if there are, they will not pay attention to these passers-by.

However, Yang Xiao did have some idea about what Zhou Hongyu said.

In her previous life, her excuse... seemed to be that she was playing with a close friend from another school.

But in fact, she was hanging out with her gangster boyfriend outside of school.

And she skipped classes, but didn't go anywhere else.

He just hangs out in billiard halls, ice skating rinks, video game arcades and internet cafes.

But these have nothing to do with me anymore.

Zhou Hongyu's gossip fire was ignited again at this time: "I heard that Luo Yao came here for a last-minute tutoring? Will she be leaving soon?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Brother, I advise you not to waste your time. You and she are not the same kind of people. How can you be worthy of her?"

Yang Xiao was a little speechless.

Although, at this moment I still want to swing my sandbag-sized fist at you.

I just can't stand seeing my buddies doing well.

I am really afraid that my brothers will suffer, and I am also afraid that my brothers will drive a Land Rover.

"No wonder Zhang Wanting doesn't like you. Nothing good can come out of your mouth. You bastard, you don't even have the qualifications to be a licking dog now. Your tongue is too irritating, understand?"

"hehe."

Zhou Hongyu immediately denied it: "I don't like her, whatever you say."

"You know whether you like it or not."

Yang Xiao laughed and looked at him teasingly, "But if you dare to insult me ​​again, I will go to Zhang Wanting to express my feelings for you, and even say that you are greedy for her."

Zhou Hongyu was startled, as if his true feelings were revealed, and his face turned red.

As brothers, shouldn't I insult you and you insult me ​​back?

Zhou Hongyu thought, since he didn't have any girl he liked, he would always have the upper hand in any argument.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiao is not playing by the rules at all!

It left him dumbfounded.

He stood up in an instant, and said with an awkward smile: "Don't you dare mess around!"

"Is that wrong?"

"I was wrong, Brother Xiao!"

"What's wrong?"

"Everything is wrong."

"Okay, I'll let you go this time. You'd better remember this line of speech so you can use it in the future."

You little brat, I can’t deal with you.

After Zhou Hongyu shut up, Yang Xiao also lost interest and fell silent.

For some reason, I still find it a bit ironic when I think about what he just said.

Was I really that bad in the past?

Are some things really destined to be out of our reach?

Yang Xiao shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Constant reflection on past memories is a form of painful self-flagellation.

He looked at Zhou Hongyu who was concentrating on eating and sighed in his heart.

Brother, I really want to tell you.

For me, many things nowadays don’t really matter.

It’s just me who dares or doesn’t dare, or loves or doesn’t love.

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