Chapter 165 - Zhang Ye sings “Wishing We Last Forever”! (2/2)

Seeing that the tunes were unable to persuade him, Fang Weihong appealed to his emotions, “You said that you like Sister Zhang’s music. Then you should know that those are things from a long time ago. In the past two years, Sister Zhang has not had any good musical productions. Even the sales barely make it, and anyone knows that it was forcefully pushed up because we were using her past fame. Only hardcore fans liked it, so it’s hard to push this any further. If this carries on, without any good musical productions, even those hardcore fans will eventually leave, too. Sister Zhang would then have to give up on music and only develop herself in the film industry.”

Zhang Ye was a bit embarra.s.sed as he said, “I know that. I’m also aware of this from the news, but the truth of the matter is, I think these songs are very average.”

Another musician said, “The price is negotiable. Nowadays, an excellent work of a famous composer would cost from 50,000 to 100,000. Even the top lyrics would not exceed 150,000.”

“That’s true.” Fang Weihong said, “We can give you 150,000 for the licensing fee. As long as you license the rights of the song to us, we will plan on making it a single. The song will be recorded in a few days, and then it will be posted on the internet as a trial. It’s quite an anxious matter, so would you… ”

Zhang Ye remained impenetrable, “It’s not about money. It’s the tune that’s bad.”

w.a.n.g Ge spoke again, “The tune is bad? Then why don’t you make a tune for us to open our eyes?”

Fang Weihong narrowed her eyes and slammed her hand on the table heavily, “w.a.n.g Ge! Do you really want me to lose all decorum with you?”

“Sister Fang, I just can’t stand him being like that! He keeps saying our tune is bad, but it’s clearly an excuse! I’m guessing some other company must have gotten to him first!” w.a.n.g Ge said.

Fang Weihong looked at Zhang Ye, “Is that true, Teacher Zhang?”

Zhang Yuanqi also glanced at Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye said, “When I was arrested, Sister Zhang gave a Like to my poem, and quite a number of Sister Zhang’s fans helped me. This resulted in me being able to be released so soon. Since Sister Zhang needs my help, I will definitely help if I can. However, this poem is different. No other company has contacted me for the rights. You are the first, but this poem is quite important to me. Hai, perhaps I’m not explaining clearly?” Saying that, he looked at w.a.n.g Ge, “You said that anyone in here knows music more than me? And you want me to produce a tune to open your eyes? Sure. Then I’ll incur ridicule on myself today.”

Fang Weihong exclaimed, “You can compose?”

A few of the staff members nearly fainted. Aren’t you just good at history or writing novels or poems? Composing? You can even compose?

w.a.n.g Ge found it both funny and annoying, “Sure. We are all ears!”

You want to goad me? You sure are childis.h.!.+ This bro… This bro loves to be goaded on!

Zhang Ye was also slightly angry from the provocation. I don’t know music? Sure! I’ll open your eyes today! Actually, he wanted to tell Zhang Yuanqi that he had a better choice for the song, and this song was left for him to sing it himself. He was not purposely refusing to sell the rights. He did not want Sister Zhang to be misunderstand.

Zhang Yuanqi said to him, “Teacher Zhang, if any member of my team was inappropriate with his words, I will get him to apologize to you. Forget about the composing. Little w.a.n.g is also… ”

Zhang Ye flatly said, “It’s okay. Give me the guitar!”

A musician blinked and handed him a guitar. He was the person who had sung and played the song himself.

Zhang Ye mimicked him as he sat over there. Lifting the guitar and then adjusting his state for a while, he suddenly coughed. He then returned the guitar to the person.

The musician exclaimed, “Why?”

Zhang Ye said awkwardly, “I don’t know how to play the guitar.”

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room nearly fainted. If you don’t know how to play the guitar, why did you act as if you did!?

Zhang Ye touched the microphone in front of him and tested the sound, “Now, I will sing a song, t.i.tled “Wis.h.i.+ng We Last Forever”. Sorry for my shortcomings.”

w.a.n.g Ge was sneering.

A few musicians were also inattentively waiting to hear him sing.

Other than Zhang Yuanqi being expressionless, everyone else had doubt written on their faces. They only knew that Zhang Ye was trying to be obstinate. No one believed that he could compose a tune. Composing? It was a thing that only specialists in music could do! You don’t even know how to play the guitar, and you probably don’t even know the lines of a music sheet. As a person dealing with literature production, Three Kingdoms research, supernatural novels or children’s fairy tales, what sort of tune can you produce!?

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