"Then how about a seventy-thirty split?" Su Yu nodded at his words.
He felt it was only right to give the Song God three tenths.
The people in his singer group hadn't asked for copyright dividends before, and now Su Yu was splitting it seventy-thirty with them. At first, everyone had insisted it wasn't necessary, saying they made money from commercial performances and participating in shows, so they didn't need copyright. But Su Yu felt he wasn't too short on money now, and they were all friends, so he was willing to give those three tenths to his friends.
This was Su Yu's principle in how he treated people. He cared about money, but he cared even more about friends and family. Anyone he recognized, he cherished deeply, like the friends in his singer group.
This Zhu Haoxiong was an elder, and officially recommended, so giving him such a split was within Su Yu's expectations.
"That's not what I mean." Zhu Haoxiong smiled and shook his head. "A seventy-thirty split was the ratio with Mo Yan. Wangpai Producer and I split fifty-fifty. Since you've won the Song God trophy, you're definitely more formidable than Wangpai. Therefore, I believe a sixty-forty split would be very appropriate for us."
In his mind, Su Yu's skill and standing in the music scene were above Wangpai Producer but below the veteran producer Mo Yan, making a sixty-forty split the most suitable.
Su Yu raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
Why did that sound so unpleasant?
"Teacher Zhu Haoxiong, are you saying I'm not as good as others?" he asked with a light laugh.
If the other party had directly proposed a sixty-forty split, he might have considered it. After all, he wouldn't mind giving a Song God a bit more. But Zhu Haoxiong saying it this way made him uncomfortable.
"Aren't you clearly trying to leverage Mo Yan to suppress my price?"
"There is indeed a gap between you and Mo Yan, but I believe you'll surpass Mo Yan in no time," Zhu Haoxiong said, waving his hand with a smile.
He was a bit casual when facing Su Yu, as Su Yu looked only a teenager. He instinctively communicated in a way he would treat a junior, even offering encouragement at the end.
"A seventy-thirty split is my bottom line. You don't need to keep emphasizing Teacher Mo Yan." Su Yu didn't want to say anything more to him. Songwriting was a matter of mutual agreement. If you think it's acceptable, cooperate; if not, then forget it.
No one was forcing anyone, and no one was begging for cooperation.
Furthermore, the man's constant mention of Mo Yan clearly implied, "I've collaborated with Mo Yan and achieved good results, so working with you is doing you a favor."
Su Yu felt this wasn't about copyright dividends anymore; it was clearly a case of looking down on him.
Zhu Haoxiong was taken aback. He frowned and said, "I recall the official announcement has already been made that you will participate in this show. It's impossible to withdraw from an official program, and I am the officially designated singer."
"You don't need to worry about my affairs, Teacher Zhu Haoxiong," Su Yu replied, making a gesture for him to leave.
The official announcement had been made, and he certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to withdraw from the program. However, regarding changing singers, if he could find a singer without any negative track record, the official channels would surely agree. After all, the current chief director was Liu Qingfeng, and having experienced "Treasure of China" and the repatriation program for martyrs, he was already very familiar with Liu Qingfeng. If all else failed, he could sing it himself.
With his ability to transform various vocal tones now, coupled with his singing skills, performing "Jing Zhong Bao Guo" would be no problem.
Just then.
The office door was knocked.
Then, assistant A Ru walked in with a middle-aged man.
He was carrying a box of tea in his left hand and fruit in his right, looking somewhat comical as if visiting relatives.
As he entered the office and saw Zhu Haoxiong, he suddenly froze.
"Zhu Haoxiong?"
"Qian Hongliang?"
Indeed, this person was Qian Hongliang, who was preparing to seek a song commission from Su Yu.
Having learned that Su Yu was in the company today, he had brought the tea he bought. When he arrived at the company, he felt the tea was too plain, so he bought some fruit downstairs.
"You're here too?" Qian Hongliang's old face flushed, as if he had been caught by a colleague while trying to network with a superior.
"I'm here to discuss something. What are you doing here?" Zhu Haoxiong replied, though his tone still carried a hint of arrogance.
He and Qian Hongliang were singers from the same era, but Qian Hongliang could no longer compare to him. After all, he was a Song God, frequently appearing in official programs, while Qian Hongliang had become a singer who did commercial gigs.
"Uh, Teacher Ting Yu, you guys chat first. I'll wait outside," Qian Hongliang said, preparing to withdraw.
He didn't want to interact with someone like Zhu Haoxiong, so he greeted Su Yu and was about to leave.
"We have nothing more to discuss, Teacher Qian. Is there something you need from me?" Su Yu was quite familiar with singers and actors in the entertainment industry now. After all, he made his living in this circle and naturally kept up with it.
He recognized Qian Hongliang, an older generation singer. Although he didn't have much popularity now, his vocal skills were excellent.
When Qian Hongliang saw Su Yu asking him, he quickly stepped forward, placed the tea and fruit on his desk, and scratched his head sheepishly. "I just wanted to ask if Teacher Ting Yu has any new songs recently. If there's one suitable for me, I can sing it for free."
He knew that the cost of commissioning a song from Su Yu was astronomical, so he could only ask in this manner.
Although the chances were slim, he decided to try.
"Heh, old Qian, aren't you being a bit too humble?" Zhu Haoxiong, standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle.
Qian Hongliang's old face flushed again, but he ignored Zhu Haoxiong, focusing his gaze on Su Yu with anticipation.
"Teacher Qian, you're too kind. Actually, I do have a song here. Would you like to try recording it?" Su Yu cheerfully put away the tea, took an apple from the fruit basket, wiped it on his clothes, and started eating it.
It was crisp and quite sweet.
"Really?" Qian Hongliang was instantly overjoyed. He had come on a whim this time, with the main objective of getting acquainted, hoping that if Su Yu had a suitable song for him in the future, he would remember him.
He hadn't expected to actually get a chance to audition.
"Of course. I don't have time for jokes. Come with me to the recording studio," Su Yu said, standing up and heading out of the office.
"You want him to sing the tribute song?" At this point, Zhu Haoxiong finally reacted.
"Tribute song?" Qian Hongliang gasped upon hearing this.
He knew Su Yu was participating in an official tribute program, along with four other Song Gods.
He just hadn't expected that the song Su Yu mentioned was a tribute song!
Qian Hongliang's breathing became somewhat rapid, and his eyes shone with a light he had never possessed before.
"Do you think he's worthy of singing for a tribute program, given his current status?" Zhu Haoxiong frowned and continued to snort coldly, "If you think the dividend is an issue, we can discuss it slowly."
He felt he had already shown Su Yu enough respect, and if Su Yu insisted, a seventy-thirty split wasn't impossible.
Qian Hongliang's face turned red upon hearing him say he wasn't worthy. He opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't retort, lowering his head instead.
Given his current status, performing a commercial gig for a few thousand yuan, he indeed wasn't qualified for such a grand stage with national live broadcast, organized by the official channels.
At this moment, Su Yu stopped.
He turned back to look at Zhu Haoxiong.
With a light laugh, he said, "I think you're meddling a bit too much."
After speaking, he continued walking out of the office.
"This is my song. If I say he's worthy, then he is worthy."
From outside the office, Su Yu's cold voice echoed.
Qian Hongliang, upon hearing this, saw the dejection in his eyes slowly dissipate. He understood what was happening.
He looked gratefully at Zhu Haoxiong and bowed deeply to him: "Thank you!" Da Feng Fiction Network
He quickly hurried to catch up with Su Yu.
Zhu Haoxiong, upon hearing his thanks, was so enraged he trembled.
He truly didn't understand how this Ting Yu could be even more arrogant than him.
As a Song God, even Mo Yan was very polite to him. Yet, this Ting Yu didn't treat him as a senior at all and was willing to change singers over a minor dividend.
Zhu Haoxiong turned his head and suddenly saw his assistant A Ru watching him with a suppressed smile. He was almost furious enough to curse.
"Even an assistant dares to mock me?"
"Hmph, let's see how you explain yourselves to the officials."
He snorted coldly and stomped angrily out of the office.