Chapter 32: The pattern opens
Zeng Yiyi was delighted: "So you are willing to sign the contract?"
"The matter is too big, I'll go back and discuss it with my parents."
"Yes, I'll wait for your call."
Going through the back door of the dance hall, Qin Chuan and Huang Bo came out.
"Aren't your parents passed away? How can you discuss this?"
"Yeah, so there's no need to discuss it."
Qin Chuan had no intention of signing with Golden Era. The platform was too small. It was said to be a music company, but it was completely on the scale of a dance hall.
In the early days of Phoenix Legend, life was miserable, and there were no resources to support him.
Besides, he does not intend to become a professional singer. With the Nuo tools, he will go further as an actor and achieve higher achievements in the future.
As I just said, I came here for interviews simply to earn some living expenses when I had no work.
It's still a long time before Tian Long Ba Bu is broadcast. During this time, he can't be idle all the time. He has to find something to do.
If the career of singers develops in the future, it will be mainly acting, supplemented by singers.
The most important thing is that the number of songs he knows is limited, and sooner or later he will run out of them.
It's not as real as an actor. As long as you become famous and have masterpieces, you can still make a living even if you are in your fifties or sixties.
At the entrance of the alley, Qin Chuan and Huang Bo took out the money from their guitar bags and counted it, a total of five thousand and eighty.
Qin Chuan excitedly put the money in his pocket: "The money comes in as quickly as being an actor."
"It's much better than I imagined." Huang Bo said seriously: "Are you really not planning to sign for the Golden Era?"
5,800 a day, even if you give 30% to the dance hall, you still have about 4,000, easily earning 100,000 a month.
The bonus period of a song is limited, but no matter how limited it is, it is not a problem to last for a year or two.
That's millions.
Even Huang Bo, who has seen the big world, is a little uneasy.
Qin Chuan shook his head: "I won't sign."
"Why?" Huang Bo didn't understand.
Qin Chuan looked at him and said: "The plates in the Golden Age are too small. Once you sign a contract, you will be tied to death. How can you have time to film in the future?"
"And five thousand a day is not my goal."
If the actor's career really fails, maybe Qin Chuan will consider signing with a good record company, but it will never be a golden era.
Platform is important.
Zeng Yi is still the music director. Soon, he himself will have to change jobs and "run away from home" with Linghua.
In this case, how dare Qin Chuan sign with Golden Era.
Five thousand yuan a day is indeed not bad, but compared with two million and eighty thousand, it is still too small.
Huang Bo was shocked: "Five thousand a day is not enough, so what is your goal?"
Qin Chuan laughed loudly, put the guitar on his back, and said very confidently: "My goal is the stars and the sea."
The two of them walked to the night market stall. Qin Chuan treated him to skewers. Huang Bo ordered a box of beer and planned to kill him.
Picking up the string, Qin Chuan asked, "Brother, do you know any reliable recording studios?"
It only took Huang Bo a second to react: "Want to record Drum Tower?"
Qin Chuan nodded: "Yes."
Huang Bo didn't understand: "You already have a customer? That's not right. Now that you have a customer, they should be the one to handle the matter of finding a recording studio."
Once you’ve recorded it, you have to distribute it, you can’t just record it and listen to it yourself.
But now that I have a contract company, I don’t need to ask him about such trivial matters as introducing the recording studio.
Qin Chuan shook his head: "I don't have a contract with the company."
Huang Bo was curious: "If you haven't signed a contract with a music company, it's useless to record. How can you still do post-production, release records, and promote yourself?" It's not like he hasn't heard of singers who can write lyrics, compose, arrange, and arrange songs by themselves. Said.
But it is completely impossible for one person to release records by himself.
You can't figure out the sales channels and publicity channels.
Just like an actor can direct and act on his own, but he certainly can't edit the film, score the soundtrack, negotiate with theaters for distribution, or find a company to promote it all by himself.
"Why not?" Qin Chuan said, chewing on the kidney.
"Because you don't have three heads and six arms."
"Brother Bo, you have a misunderstanding. To release a song, you must sign with a record company? Is it true that you can't release a song without a record label?"
"Yes." Huang Bo said decisively, "You can find any recording studio and upload the song to the music website on the same day after recording it."
Qin Chuan smiled and said, "Yes, that's what I think."
Huang Bo was anxious: "But you can't make money like this."
In the late 1990s, the birth of MP3 dealt a devastating blow to music albums, and a large number of piracy was rampant.
At the beginning of the new millennium, the Internet grew wildly. There were hundreds of music websites on the market, and no one knew what copyright was.
Ordinary people want to listen to music and search it on the Internet. Not only can they play it, but they can also download it locally, put it in a Walkman or a car USB flash drive folder, and play it while driving.
What, you have to spend money to buy the genuine version?
Can I blow the dog's head off for you?
In the past few years, people who play music have cried, but netizens have been happy. They can hardly afford to eat.
Now Qin Chuan is talking about posting songs online. To use a more unpleasant metaphor, it is like a meat bun beating a dog.
"Brother, the pattern is open." Qin Chuan finished chewing the kidneys and then ate leeks: "The top priority is to get the popularity out."
"You can monetize it after your popularity and fans have accumulated to a certain number. At that time, whether you accept advertising or find a new owner, you will have the capital to negotiate."
Piracy is rampant. This is the general trend and no one can change it.
If musicians want to survive, they have to adapt.
Publish songs for free, accumulate fans, and monetize traffic. This is a very common method in later generations.
This is what internet celebrities do.
Once you have traffic, you can live stream the goods, cut leeks, earn money from merchants, and kill both ends.
Qin Chuan never thought about cutting off fans. He just wanted to make some money as a businessman after becoming popular. It would be easier to hang out in this circle when he became famous.
Huang Bo tried his best to digest the meaning of Qin Chuan's words, thought for a while and said: "Let's not talk about whether we can make money or not. If you just post the song for free, how long can the popularity remain?"
"Three months or half a year?"
"After half a year, the popularity is gone. What can you do to top it off? Can the second song still have this quality? If not, who will still know you?"
The memory of the Internet is limited, and no one will remember the singer for a lifetime because of one song.
There are too many short-lived singers.
The second song was not popular, the third song was not popular, and it basically disappeared from everyone.
Qin Chuan didn't care: "Who knows, maybe when I went to the toilet in the middle of the night, I got inspired and wrote a song that is no worse than Drum Tower."
If one song can't maintain popularity, then two or three.
One song a year, he Qin must have millions of fans.
With such a huge fan base, he helps whether he is filming or singing.
Unable to persuade him, Huang Bo sighed: "Just be willful."
Even though the current music market is not as good as it used to be, Qin Chuan can still find a music company to package it with the song Drum Tower and release an album to earn one or two million.
Get a handful and you will have nothing to worry about for the rest of your life.
"You come to see me at school next week and I will take you to record."
(End of chapter)