Chapter 137
"Hello! Is it Royal ye, please
Ye Huang took a steamed bun with vegetables in one hand and took the phone call in the other.
"I am. Are you?"
"This is the headquarters of Polaroid records in Hong Kong. We are calling to confirm the specific address of Mr. Ye Huang's family. Someone from our headquarters would like to meet Mr. Ye Huang."
When ye Huang knew that the important play was coming, he pressed down his excitement and said to the head of the phone in a steady tone: "the envelope is the exact address of my home. How long will it take for your people there to arrive?"
"Our company representative will be here in two days, and we will discuss the cooperation with you in detail."
"Yes, thank you."
Ye Huang hung up the phone, the corner of his mouth raised, finally began? A chance to change for the first time in your life. If it was a small attempt to select bug last time, this time it has already started. The little butterfly of Ye Huang will surely set off a huge whirlwind for the world! Incomparable hurricane! Let the whole world tremble for it, let the whole world roar for it!
"The emperor? What's the matter? You look very happy. " Su Yu came over and touched the head of Ye Huang. Although Su Yu is old, her face is not old. She looks like a little girl in her twenties and eighties.
In fact, Su Yu is only 36 now.
Ye Huang pretended to be very surprised and said, "Mom, do you still remember the manuscript I sent out with my father a few days ago?"
"Well, I remember, you were very grand at that time, and you took several beautiful stationery."
"I'll tell you a piece of good news. I heard from the company and said that they would send someone to talk with me..." Like a child, the king of Ye revolves around his mother, with a cute look.
Su Yu suddenly muddled, is not a little bit of article, give a point of contribution fee, also send someone over to discuss? What exactly is the son writing?
Su Yu looked at her son and said in a hurry: "son, what's the name of the company you sent the letterhead to?"
"Polaroid records of Hong Kong and Canada are both famous record companies."
"This Son, the lyrics you wrote Su Yu was completely shocked. When she sent the letter last time, she only knew a little about it. She thought it was her son's trifling, so she didn't ask more. Her husband, ye Junfeng, didn't say anything to herself. But today, my son received a phone call saying that someone would come all the way from Hong Kong. This is
"Mom, I'll tell you, I won't sell the lyrics of a song I wrote for less than 30000 yuan."
Su Yu looked at her son calmly and could not speak. This incident also led to Su Yu's work all day, no mood, always distracted.
That night.
Ye Junfeng and Su Yu both returned home. They already knew that someone had called home.
As soon as ye Junfeng came home, he hurriedly took his son to ask about this matter. After ye Huang told his father in detail, ye Junfeng was also stupefied.
"Dad, you'll come with me that day, and you'll be the main negotiator. I'll just be there to advise you."
"What am I supposed to do?" Although Ye Junfeng has been a factory director and has been involved in negotiations, he has never been in the entertainment industry. He does not know the surname Xi of people in the entertainment industry at all.
Ye Huang vowed: "Dad, you can use the normal method to detect their low. If it is higher than 30000 yuan, it will be better. If it is lower than 30000 yuan, we will not talk about it. This is our bottom line."
"All of them?" Ye Junfeng has a silly face, 30000 yuan, how long does it take to work with his wife! He had seen the envelope at the beginning. It was only a few lines That's what it's worth?
"Unit price per song..."
Ye Junfeng also stopped talking. He just took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, took a few puffs and said, "OK, I believe in my son. Then I will keep the bottom line."
Why did ye Huang always stick to the limit of 30000 yuan? Because he vaguely remembered that there was a lyric storm in 1996, which was about the dispute between the songwriter and the production company. At that time, the market price of a song was about 47000 yuan. Today in 1994, the price is certainly not lower than 30000 yuan.
Just as they were sitting on the sofa and Su Yu was a little silly, the phone rang again.
Recently, ye Junfeng, who was talking to the company on the phone recently, said Ye Junfeng on the phone
Su Yu is more speechless. In the morning, he is the Polaroid records company of Hong Kong, and in the evening, he is Jiaji company. What kind of magic does his son exert? He even asks the two companies to call him.
"Hello, this is Ye Huang."
"Hello, Mr. Ye. May I have your specific address and are you free these two days?"
"my address as like as two peas on the envelope. I'm on holiday these two days. I'm very busy." The old-fashioned appearance of Ye Huang's speech made Su Yu and ye Junfeng speechless.There was a whisper on the other end of the phone, and then there was a voice: "Mr. Ye, I'd like to meet you in Canada. Can you meet in two days?"
"Well, if the time doesn't conflict, I can, because I'm going to see you in two days."
"There is no problem. We are friends in business with our company. There is no need to avoid it."
"Well, that's it." The corner of Ye Huang's mouth rises slightly, what joke, business friend? I don't know about the grudges between your two companies? Tiger and me, right? I'll see how you end up in two days.
"What do you say, son?" Su Yu quickly handed Ye Huang an apple, or peeled. Ye Huangbai gave his mother a glance and said, "Mom, there is no need to be so enthusiastic. If your son comes back with hundreds of thousands every two days, you can't be happy."
"Hey, hey." Su Yu already had some longings for the scene when her son walked into the house with several hundred thousand yuan in her arms. The emperor of Ye was helpless to see her mother.
Seeing ye Junfeng's inquiring eyes, ye Huang said, "it's the Canadian company in Hong Kong who said to see me in two days."
There was a lot of fuss in the house for a while, and it didn't stop until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. Ye Huang's cake had not yet arrived. He had already planned how to divide it. After fighting for half a day, he finally got 30000 yuan from his parents. To be honest, he didn't care about the $10000, just wanted to have a good reason to buy a computer.
The computer in his mind can't be connected with the outside world. Even if he wants to use the computer to build a new one, he can only go to the Internet bar outside, which is particularly inconvenient.
So he changed his way to get 30000 yuan from the amount of negotiation after two days. In fact, the money is his, but his parents are afraid that he will not learn well if he has money, so they have the cheek not to give in.
In the end, it was Ye Huang who fought for it. In the name of no more songs.
Looking out of the window of his empire, his thoughts are forming, and his thoughts are gradually forming.
Ye Huangshen enters the world of ex flying car.
"Master, you are coming."
"Yes, Ye Zi." Ye Huang nodded, and he looked at his record.
Ye Huang's record, victory: 0. Defeat: 23, battle point: 0.
This is really miserable.
Ye Huang took a steamed bun with vegetables in one hand and took the phone call in the other.
"I am. Are you?"
"This is the headquarters of Polaroid records in Hong Kong. We are calling to confirm the specific address of Mr. Ye Huang's family. Someone from our headquarters would like to meet Mr. Ye Huang."
When ye Huang knew that the important play was coming, he pressed down his excitement and said to the head of the phone in a steady tone: "the envelope is the exact address of my home. How long will it take for your people there to arrive?"
"Our company representative will be here in two days, and we will discuss the cooperation with you in detail."
"Yes, thank you."
Ye Huang hung up the phone, the corner of his mouth raised, finally began? A chance to change for the first time in your life. If it was a small attempt to select bug last time, this time it has already started. The little butterfly of Ye Huang will surely set off a huge whirlwind for the world! Incomparable hurricane! Let the whole world tremble for it, let the whole world roar for it!
"The emperor? What's the matter? You look very happy. " Su Yu came over and touched the head of Ye Huang. Although Su Yu is old, her face is not old. She looks like a little girl in her twenties and eighties.
In fact, Su Yu is only 36 now.
Ye Huang pretended to be very surprised and said, "Mom, do you still remember the manuscript I sent out with my father a few days ago?"
"Well, I remember, you were very grand at that time, and you took several beautiful stationery."
"I'll tell you a piece of good news. I heard from the company and said that they would send someone to talk with me..." Like a child, the king of Ye revolves around his mother, with a cute look.
Su Yu suddenly muddled, is not a little bit of article, give a point of contribution fee, also send someone over to discuss? What exactly is the son writing?
Su Yu looked at her son and said in a hurry: "son, what's the name of the company you sent the letterhead to?"
"Polaroid records of Hong Kong and Canada are both famous record companies."
"This Son, the lyrics you wrote Su Yu was completely shocked. When she sent the letter last time, she only knew a little about it. She thought it was her son's trifling, so she didn't ask more. Her husband, ye Junfeng, didn't say anything to herself. But today, my son received a phone call saying that someone would come all the way from Hong Kong. This is
"Mom, I'll tell you, I won't sell the lyrics of a song I wrote for less than 30000 yuan."
Su Yu looked at her son calmly and could not speak. This incident also led to Su Yu's work all day, no mood, always distracted.
That night.
Ye Junfeng and Su Yu both returned home. They already knew that someone had called home.
As soon as ye Junfeng came home, he hurriedly took his son to ask about this matter. After ye Huang told his father in detail, ye Junfeng was also stupefied.
"Dad, you'll come with me that day, and you'll be the main negotiator. I'll just be there to advise you."
"What am I supposed to do?" Although Ye Junfeng has been a factory director and has been involved in negotiations, he has never been in the entertainment industry. He does not know the surname Xi of people in the entertainment industry at all.
Ye Huang vowed: "Dad, you can use the normal method to detect their low. If it is higher than 30000 yuan, it will be better. If it is lower than 30000 yuan, we will not talk about it. This is our bottom line."
"All of them?" Ye Junfeng has a silly face, 30000 yuan, how long does it take to work with his wife! He had seen the envelope at the beginning. It was only a few lines That's what it's worth?
"Unit price per song..."
Ye Junfeng also stopped talking. He just took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, took a few puffs and said, "OK, I believe in my son. Then I will keep the bottom line."
Why did ye Huang always stick to the limit of 30000 yuan? Because he vaguely remembered that there was a lyric storm in 1996, which was about the dispute between the songwriter and the production company. At that time, the market price of a song was about 47000 yuan. Today in 1994, the price is certainly not lower than 30000 yuan.
Just as they were sitting on the sofa and Su Yu was a little silly, the phone rang again.
Recently, ye Junfeng, who was talking to the company on the phone recently, said Ye Junfeng on the phone
Su Yu is more speechless. In the morning, he is the Polaroid records company of Hong Kong, and in the evening, he is Jiaji company. What kind of magic does his son exert? He even asks the two companies to call him.
"Hello, this is Ye Huang."
"Hello, Mr. Ye. May I have your specific address and are you free these two days?"
"my address as like as two peas on the envelope. I'm on holiday these two days. I'm very busy." The old-fashioned appearance of Ye Huang's speech made Su Yu and ye Junfeng speechless.There was a whisper on the other end of the phone, and then there was a voice: "Mr. Ye, I'd like to meet you in Canada. Can you meet in two days?"
"Well, if the time doesn't conflict, I can, because I'm going to see you in two days."
"There is no problem. We are friends in business with our company. There is no need to avoid it."
"Well, that's it." The corner of Ye Huang's mouth rises slightly, what joke, business friend? I don't know about the grudges between your two companies? Tiger and me, right? I'll see how you end up in two days.
"What do you say, son?" Su Yu quickly handed Ye Huang an apple, or peeled. Ye Huangbai gave his mother a glance and said, "Mom, there is no need to be so enthusiastic. If your son comes back with hundreds of thousands every two days, you can't be happy."
"Hey, hey." Su Yu already had some longings for the scene when her son walked into the house with several hundred thousand yuan in her arms. The emperor of Ye was helpless to see her mother.
Seeing ye Junfeng's inquiring eyes, ye Huang said, "it's the Canadian company in Hong Kong who said to see me in two days."
There was a lot of fuss in the house for a while, and it didn't stop until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. Ye Huang's cake had not yet arrived. He had already planned how to divide it. After fighting for half a day, he finally got 30000 yuan from his parents. To be honest, he didn't care about the $10000, just wanted to have a good reason to buy a computer.
The computer in his mind can't be connected with the outside world. Even if he wants to use the computer to build a new one, he can only go to the Internet bar outside, which is particularly inconvenient.
So he changed his way to get 30000 yuan from the amount of negotiation after two days. In fact, the money is his, but his parents are afraid that he will not learn well if he has money, so they have the cheek not to give in.
In the end, it was Ye Huang who fought for it. In the name of no more songs.
Looking out of the window of his empire, his thoughts are forming, and his thoughts are gradually forming.
Ye Huangshen enters the world of ex flying car.
"Master, you are coming."
"Yes, Ye Zi." Ye Huang nodded, and he looked at his record.
Ye Huang's record, victory: 0. Defeat: 23, battle point: 0.
This is really miserable.
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