Yang Mi: "Then you still dare to sell it at such a high price?"
Jiang Chen: "While I'm still quick-witted and bursting with inspiration, and can write decent songs, I should hurry up and make some money."
"Once your inspiration runs dry, it will be difficult to write high-quality songs in the future."
Yang Mi: "Really? You can't perform at your best?"
Jiang Chen: "Do you really think I'm a god? If I were a god, would I have gone bankrupt? Would I have ended up in the entertainment industry?"
That makes sense.
Jiang Chen is a person.
No one is perfect.
Many geniuses have a breakthrough in their youth.
People start to decline in middle age.
Jiang Chen didn't have much time left.
He needs to seize this golden opportunity to make a fortune and ensure a worry-free life for the rest of his days.
Yang Mi: "Can you guarantee that the songs you write for me will be profitable?"
Jiang Chen: "You're the boss, don't you know that doing business involves both making and losing money?"
Yang Mi: "Then wouldn't I be at great risk?"
Jiang Chen: "Like I said, the decision is in your hands, and no one will force you."
Yang Mi bit her lip with her pearly teeth.
Not a single song written by Jiang Chen is bad.
Perhaps if she were a little braver, Jiang Chen would do his best to write a song for her.
Anyway, I'll lose to Jiang Chen a year from now.
If we lose money, we'll consider it a small gift to Jiang Chen.
"Okay, write me a song."
"Try to make it sound nice."
Jiang Chen: "The copyright belongs to my company, do you agree?"
Yang Mi was immediately displeased.
"No way, the copyright still belongs to your company?"
"Wouldn't I be at a huge loss?"
Jiang Chen: "We only charge a 10% commission, and the rest of the money is all yours."
Yang Mi: "You've essentially made money off me twice."
Jiang Chen: "I did this because I have confidence in the songs I wrote."
"Even if I take a 10% commission on songs that don't make money, how much money can I actually earn?"
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