After Zou Wenjuan finished reading the contract, Xing Baohua hurriedly handed her a pen and inkpad, saying, "Sign, affix your seal, and send the speaker home. Also, give away a Sanyo tape recorder."
Even Liu Haibo couldn't bear to watch those expressions and actions; it was like a big bad wolf tempting a little white rabbit!
Zou Wenjuan gently bit her lip with her little tiger teeth and said, "The various tapes you mentioned are over there. Can I take a look?"
It seems that the tapes from overseas Chinese scholars are the key point.
In Zou Wenjuan's view, the size of a publishing house depends on how many tapes it has, just like the number of books a library holds.
Xing Baohua took Zou Wenjuan to the site to watch the tape copying process—no, to watch the tape production process. Anyway, the girl didn't know anything, so he just fooled her first.
After watching the production of the comeback, Zou Wenjuan was still uneasy and brought up the high penalty for breach of contract again.
Xing Baohua explained, “The publishing house will provide you with the best teachers, the best treatment, and the best training. Even the equipment for listening to music will be world-class. All of this costs money! What if other publishing houses or record companies take a liking to you and offer you more money, and then you leave? Our publishing house will suffer huge losses! This penalty for breach of contract is not set for you, but for those who want to poach you.”
Xing Baohua was sweating profusely as he explained; he had never been so convincing in his entire life, except for the kind of sleepover.
He was always seduced by others.
"Look, after three years, you'll split the profits 30/70 with the publisher. After another three years, it'll be 50/50. The contract will be for ten years, and after ten years you'll be a free agent. But the publisher has the right of first refusal, so don't worry about that. If you don't like it, you can go to other companies." After saying this, Xing Baohua thought to himself, "If you don't sign soon, I really won't be able to persuade you anymore."
Finally, Xing Baohua gritted his teeth and said, "As long as you sign a contract, I will give you the best band and the best songwriters so that your songs can spread all over the country, and even break out of Asia and go to Europe and America."
Zou Wenjuan winked at Xing Baohua and said, "Really?"
“It really is, more real than a diamond, but if you want to break out of Asia and go to Europe and America, you need to learn English,” Xing Baohua said.
“I know a little bit,” Zou Wenjuan said, having attended two years of college.
Basic English was already included in the college entrance examination content when the college entrance examination was reinstated.
They have basic English skills.
"That's fine. I'll record a pure English tape for you, but it will be a while later, after I return from the provincial capital," Xing Baohua said.
Sigh, there's really nothing I can do. Xing Baohua's careers are all slow-paced, except for selling cassette tapes, which is a quick way to make money.
Of course, singers at this stage could only sell cassette tapes; they would have to wait several more years before they could truly make money.
However, if the cassette tapes sell well, you can still make money.
Finally, persuaded by Xing Baohua, Zou Wenjuan signed and put her fingerprint on the document.
Xing Baohua finally breathed a sigh of relief; he had it so tough. He was making a living by fooling young girls. But thinking about it, he was telling the truth; to maximize profits, he had to fulfill all his promises.
After signing the papers, Zou Wenjuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Can I go and pick out some cassette tapes?"
“Of course, you can pick whatever you like. Take all types you like, but you can’t take the master disc,” Xing Baohua said.
Actually, Xing Baohua was worried that Zou Wenjuan would take things randomly, but her worries were unnecessary. The products produced were all unlabeled, and the packaged ones were piled up in another room.
Lin Daorong had someone take Zou Wenjuan to choose a cassette tape.
Zhang Taoming said to Xing Baohua, "I'll use your car to go get the tape recorder."
Just as Xing Baohua was about to nod and say yes, Liu Haibo said to Zhang Taoming, "Take my three-wheeled motorcycle. I'm afraid you'll fall again while carrying the tape recorder in one hand and accelerating with the other."
Zhang Taoming thought about it and agreed, so he left first.
Liu Haibo walked up to Xing Baohua, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I've never seen you so attentive to a girl before. If you can't produce good results, you'll be a complete disgrace."
Sun Changjie also said with a smile, "Don't let Su Ya know, otherwise she'll be under a lot of pressure, and you'll be in trouble when she gets older."
Xing Baohua knew he had dug a pit, and he had to jump in. This was all out of good intentions! Actually, Xing Baohua wanted to say that he was inherently kind, but who would believe that?
Do they all think he's a wolf in sheep's clothing?
Liu Haibo and Sun Changjie left. Xing Baohua then picked up a pen and paper, thinking about a suitable song for Zou Wenjuan to sing.
Zou Wenjuan returned with a box of cassette tapes, her face beaming with joy.
That radiant, youthful smile touched Xing Baohua slightly, almost making her heart flutter.
Xing Baohua looked at the box, which contained at least fifty or sixty cassette tapes, and said, "Can you listen to all of these?"
"None of your business! Let's go, take me home."
"You'll have to wait a bit. They've gone to get the tape recorder, and we still need to go to the electronics factory to pick up the sound system. I'll install it for you this afternoon. I'm going to the provincial capital in the next couple of days; I have a lot of things to arrange. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't have time to install it for you."
As Xing Baohua spoke, he waved the paper in his hand and added, "When we get to the provincial capital, we'll have to ask Uncle Li to make the score for you."
"A song?" Zou Wenjuan put down the box in her arms and looked at the paper in Xing Baohua's hand.
Looking at the song title and lyrics, which were both in English, I asked, "Where did you get this?"
"I write."
"You?"
"Why don't you believe me! I'll sing it for you!" Seeing Zou Wenjuan's disdainful look, Xing Baohua cleared her throat and prepared to sing.
"theresafirestartinginmyheart
reachingafeverpitchanditsbringingmeoutthedark
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