Chapter 118 It's All Ding 3 Stone Pot
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Mao Zhi Sheng Xi
Chapter 118 This Is All Ding Sanshi's Pot
"Okay, Ms. Deng, let's talk another day. Remember to leave me some tickets for the next concert. My friend and I are your loyal fans."
"Is it your girlfriend?" Deng Lanqi smiled at Zhang Mengyu, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, the tickets for the front row of my concert will be reserved for you!"
"Hong Yi, help me see Miss Deng off, and directly arrange for my private plane to take Miss Deng back to Baodao Province." Zhang Mengyu ordered.
"Good sir," Hong Yiyi said with a meticulous work attitude, "Miss Deng please."
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, then I will not be polite." Deng Lanqi said without evading it, anyway, this has become a common practice.
Baodao Province is a place where singers are born in large numbers, and there are also a large number of singers active in the music scene. Recently, Zhang Menglong has invited many people to discuss copyright matters, and most of them are picked up by private jets.
This matter has already spread in the music scene of Baodao Province, and now there is a new standard for judging whether a singer is good or bad, that is, those who have taken Zhang Mengyu's private jet and those who have not.
It is a great honor to even have the opportunity to sign a copyright agreement with Zhang Mengyu.
"Damn! It's really inhumane!" Wang Ling was free today, and directly dealt with the copyright matter with Zhang Mengyu. Counting it, Zhang Mengyu's plane flew dozens of flights today.
When every singer left, Zhang Mengyu was sent away by plane directly.
The most important thing is that he didn't send back batches at all, but sent one after signing. He really wanted to scold people when he saw this scene. Waiting for half an hour would save money for a flight, but He chose a flight to send a person.
The most important thing is that there is no need to queue up for his private jet. According to this number, he has at least twenty or thirty private jets at the airport in this magical city.
Thinking of this terrifying fact, Wang Ling felt an urge to kidnap Zhang Mengyu.If Zhang Mengyu can be kidnapped for ransom, he should be able to become the leader of the earth, right?
"When will I be able to take your private jet?" Wang Ling said enviously. His father also has a private jet, but it's too precious. Even his own son has only flown it once or twice. .
"If you want, you can do it now," Zhang Mengyu said, "I have an African singer here to discuss the copyright. It just so happens that the singer has something to come recently, why don't you fly to Africa for me?"
"I'll fly you geoduck!" Wang Lingzhang snapped, "Do you want to sell me to Africa to dig coal? Don't think I don't know your operation. I heard Hong Yi say that you bought WeChat When I blogged, this is how I dealt with a Weibo equity owner.”
"Damn, she'll tell you about this!" Zhang Mengmu muttered, "Deduct 90% of Hong Yi's next month's salary, and only give her [-] million a month, and see how she lives!"
"I bought a watch last year!" Wang Ling didn't know if this salary was real, but he knew that as long as Zhang Menglong thought about it, he could afford it.
"Sloppy, let's do it next time!" Zhang Mengyu said casually
"Next time, your sister!" Wang Ling felt mmp in her heart, but could only smile on her face, "By the way, where is that guy Ding Yuxi? Still stubbornly resisting?"
"I don't know, I think if he has a little brain, he should know that their Wangyi music is about to fail!"
"Here! Look, Cao Cao will be here," Zhang Menglong's cell phone rang suddenly.
"Hi, I'm Zhang Mengyu."
"I'm Ma Hua."
"Fuck, is this you?" Zhang Menglong thought that the call was from either Ding Yuxi or Ding Sanshi, but he did not expect that the call was actually from Ma Hua.
"Mr. Ma is so busy that he still has time to call me, what's the matter?" Zhang Mengyu asked.
"Is there something wrong?" Ma Hua's face was turning green during the phone call. You have bought countless copyrights, and you are about to turn the Chinese music market upside down. You still ask me if I have anything to do?
But Ma Hua still suppressed his anger. With the previous experience, he no longer dared to treat this young man as his junior.
"Mr. Zhang, has our Tencent offended you recently?" Ma Hua asked.
"Offend me? No?" Zhang Mengyu was a little baffled, "I was very satisfied with the speed and efficiency of Tencent's processing of those information last time, and I gave you 33 likes! Calculated."
"Why did Mr. Zhang buy out all the copyrights? Are you trying to unify China's music application market?"
"Oh, you said that!"
"Nonsense, what else could it be?" Ma Hua was going crazy. Is this a trivial matter?Why didn't Zhang Menglong seem to care at all.
"Mr. Zhang, what you did is embarrassing us. We will no longer be able to distribute and download those songs on our platform. Isn't this driving us to a dead end?" Ma Hua couldn't tell.
He called and asked a few singers he had worked with before, and some of them even revealed the price that Zhang Mengyu offered them. Ma Hua admitted that even he couldn't refuse the price, but he definitely couldn't offer it.
After the review, they came to a conclusion that Zhang Mengyu spent so much money on copyright, even if the copyright expires, traffic and advertising alone will never make back the investment in copyright. Even if he is a top-up member, the profit may be slim.
"And doing so won't do you any good. Can you make money?"
"Who said I'm going to make money?" Zhang Mengyu said righteously, "I'm not interested in money at all!"
"Of course you are not interested in money, money is just a number to you!" Ma Hua was about to collapse.
"Actually, you can't blame me for this! You have to blame yourself for this!" Zhang Mengyu said.
"Blame me?" Ma Hua suddenly fell into doubt, what does this have to do with himself?Apart from games, they don't seem to have done anything to deceive people, right?
"Could it be that Zhang Mengyu is playing our Tencent games, and his face is too dark?" Ma Hua quietly sent Zhang Mengyu's mobile phone number to the technical director, asking him to quickly check how many games are bound to this mobile phone number, and then let the technology make him The explosion rate of the game is changed to 100%, the start is a dog, and the equipment is the kind that depends entirely on chopping.
"If you don't work in this industry, won't it affect you?" Zhang Mengyu directly gave an inexplicable answer.
"I accept this logic!" Wang Ling, who was standing next to Zhang Menglong, knelt down directly.
"It's not you that I want to deal with, it's just because you happen to be in this industry. If you want to blame, you blame Ding Sanshi and his son! Ding Sanshi's pot, referred to as stone pot!"
"How do you say that?" Ma Hua asked.
"They bullied my brother's girlfriend, do you think it's serious?" Zhang Mengyu said solemnly, "It's a matter that can be solved with a little mental damage fee, but they insisted on bargaining with me to save the mental damage. The fee has been lowered to less than one-fifth of the original, do you think this is too much?"
"This is too much," Ma Hua said instinctively, "Wait, how much do you charge for mental damage?"
"Not much, 500 billion!"
It's the end of the month, how about a "big wave" of tickets for the results?Love you guys!
(End of this chapter)
"Okay, Ms. Deng, let's talk another day. Remember to leave me some tickets for the next concert. My friend and I are your loyal fans."
"Is it your girlfriend?" Deng Lanqi smiled at Zhang Mengyu, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, the tickets for the front row of my concert will be reserved for you!"
"Hong Yi, help me see Miss Deng off, and directly arrange for my private plane to take Miss Deng back to Baodao Province." Zhang Mengyu ordered.
"Good sir," Hong Yiyi said with a meticulous work attitude, "Miss Deng please."
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, then I will not be polite." Deng Lanqi said without evading it, anyway, this has become a common practice.
Baodao Province is a place where singers are born in large numbers, and there are also a large number of singers active in the music scene. Recently, Zhang Menglong has invited many people to discuss copyright matters, and most of them are picked up by private jets.
This matter has already spread in the music scene of Baodao Province, and now there is a new standard for judging whether a singer is good or bad, that is, those who have taken Zhang Mengyu's private jet and those who have not.
It is a great honor to even have the opportunity to sign a copyright agreement with Zhang Mengyu.
"Damn! It's really inhumane!" Wang Ling was free today, and directly dealt with the copyright matter with Zhang Mengyu. Counting it, Zhang Mengyu's plane flew dozens of flights today.
When every singer left, Zhang Mengyu was sent away by plane directly.
The most important thing is that he didn't send back batches at all, but sent one after signing. He really wanted to scold people when he saw this scene. Waiting for half an hour would save money for a flight, but He chose a flight to send a person.
The most important thing is that there is no need to queue up for his private jet. According to this number, he has at least twenty or thirty private jets at the airport in this magical city.
Thinking of this terrifying fact, Wang Ling felt an urge to kidnap Zhang Mengyu.If Zhang Mengyu can be kidnapped for ransom, he should be able to become the leader of the earth, right?
"When will I be able to take your private jet?" Wang Ling said enviously. His father also has a private jet, but it's too precious. Even his own son has only flown it once or twice. .
"If you want, you can do it now," Zhang Mengyu said, "I have an African singer here to discuss the copyright. It just so happens that the singer has something to come recently, why don't you fly to Africa for me?"
"I'll fly you geoduck!" Wang Lingzhang snapped, "Do you want to sell me to Africa to dig coal? Don't think I don't know your operation. I heard Hong Yi say that you bought WeChat When I blogged, this is how I dealt with a Weibo equity owner.”
"Damn, she'll tell you about this!" Zhang Mengmu muttered, "Deduct 90% of Hong Yi's next month's salary, and only give her [-] million a month, and see how she lives!"
"I bought a watch last year!" Wang Ling didn't know if this salary was real, but he knew that as long as Zhang Menglong thought about it, he could afford it.
"Sloppy, let's do it next time!" Zhang Mengyu said casually
"Next time, your sister!" Wang Ling felt mmp in her heart, but could only smile on her face, "By the way, where is that guy Ding Yuxi? Still stubbornly resisting?"
"I don't know, I think if he has a little brain, he should know that their Wangyi music is about to fail!"
"Here! Look, Cao Cao will be here," Zhang Menglong's cell phone rang suddenly.
"Hi, I'm Zhang Mengyu."
"I'm Ma Hua."
"Fuck, is this you?" Zhang Menglong thought that the call was from either Ding Yuxi or Ding Sanshi, but he did not expect that the call was actually from Ma Hua.
"Mr. Ma is so busy that he still has time to call me, what's the matter?" Zhang Mengyu asked.
"Is there something wrong?" Ma Hua's face was turning green during the phone call. You have bought countless copyrights, and you are about to turn the Chinese music market upside down. You still ask me if I have anything to do?
But Ma Hua still suppressed his anger. With the previous experience, he no longer dared to treat this young man as his junior.
"Mr. Zhang, has our Tencent offended you recently?" Ma Hua asked.
"Offend me? No?" Zhang Mengyu was a little baffled, "I was very satisfied with the speed and efficiency of Tencent's processing of those information last time, and I gave you 33 likes! Calculated."
"Why did Mr. Zhang buy out all the copyrights? Are you trying to unify China's music application market?"
"Oh, you said that!"
"Nonsense, what else could it be?" Ma Hua was going crazy. Is this a trivial matter?Why didn't Zhang Menglong seem to care at all.
"Mr. Zhang, what you did is embarrassing us. We will no longer be able to distribute and download those songs on our platform. Isn't this driving us to a dead end?" Ma Hua couldn't tell.
He called and asked a few singers he had worked with before, and some of them even revealed the price that Zhang Mengyu offered them. Ma Hua admitted that even he couldn't refuse the price, but he definitely couldn't offer it.
After the review, they came to a conclusion that Zhang Mengyu spent so much money on copyright, even if the copyright expires, traffic and advertising alone will never make back the investment in copyright. Even if he is a top-up member, the profit may be slim.
"And doing so won't do you any good. Can you make money?"
"Who said I'm going to make money?" Zhang Mengyu said righteously, "I'm not interested in money at all!"
"Of course you are not interested in money, money is just a number to you!" Ma Hua was about to collapse.
"Actually, you can't blame me for this! You have to blame yourself for this!" Zhang Mengyu said.
"Blame me?" Ma Hua suddenly fell into doubt, what does this have to do with himself?Apart from games, they don't seem to have done anything to deceive people, right?
"Could it be that Zhang Mengyu is playing our Tencent games, and his face is too dark?" Ma Hua quietly sent Zhang Mengyu's mobile phone number to the technical director, asking him to quickly check how many games are bound to this mobile phone number, and then let the technology make him The explosion rate of the game is changed to 100%, the start is a dog, and the equipment is the kind that depends entirely on chopping.
"If you don't work in this industry, won't it affect you?" Zhang Mengyu directly gave an inexplicable answer.
"I accept this logic!" Wang Ling, who was standing next to Zhang Menglong, knelt down directly.
"It's not you that I want to deal with, it's just because you happen to be in this industry. If you want to blame, you blame Ding Sanshi and his son! Ding Sanshi's pot, referred to as stone pot!"
"How do you say that?" Ma Hua asked.
"They bullied my brother's girlfriend, do you think it's serious?" Zhang Mengyu said solemnly, "It's a matter that can be solved with a little mental damage fee, but they insisted on bargaining with me to save the mental damage. The fee has been lowered to less than one-fifth of the original, do you think this is too much?"
"This is too much," Ma Hua said instinctively, "Wait, how much do you charge for mental damage?"
"Not much, 500 billion!"
It's the end of the month, how about a "big wave" of tickets for the results?Love you guys!
(End of this chapter)
