"Okay, Miss Deng, let's chat another day. Rember to save a few tickets for
for your next concert. A friend and I are huge fans of yours."
"Is it a girlfriend?" Deng Lanqi smiled at Zhang nglong, "Mr. Zhang, don't worry, the front row tickets for my concert will definitely be reserved for you!"
"Hong Yi, please escort Miss Deng. Arrange my private jet to take Miss Deng back to Baodao Province," Zhang nglong instructed.
"Yes, sir," Hong Yi replied with her ticulous work ethic, "This way, please, Miss Deng."
"Thanks, Mr. Zhang. Then I won't be polite," said Deng Lanqi, without declining the offer. After all, it had already beco the norm.
Baodao Province is a place where singers abound. In the music scene there, a lot of singers are active. Recently, Zhang nglong had lost count of how many people he had invited over to discuss song rights, usually with a ride on his private jet.
This had already started to spread in Baodao Province's music circles, and now there was a new standard for assessing a singer's caliber: those who had flown on Zhang nglong's private jet versus those who hadn't.
Even being able to sign a rights agreent with Zhang nglong was considered a great honor.
"Damn! That's just obscenely extravagant!" Today, Wang Ling was free, so he ca along with Zhang nglong to deal with the rights issues. By his estimation, Zhang nglong's plane had flown dozens of flights just today.
Each ti a singer left, Zhang nglong would have them flown out directly.
The key point was, he did not send them back in groups, but one by one, right after each deal. Watching this scene made Wang Ling want to curse; waiting just half an hour could save the cost of a flight, but he chose to send one person per flight.
What's more, flying on his private jet didn't require queuing. Considering the number, he must have at least twenty or thirty private jets at the airport in this Magic City.
Thinking of this terrifying fact, Wang Ling felt an impulse to kidnap Zhang nglong. If he could abduct Zhang nglong for a ransom, could he beco the king of the Earth?
"When can I also ride on your private jet?" Wang Ling said enviously. His old man also had a private jet, which was so treasured that even he, as his own son, had ridden it only once or twice.
"If you want, you can do it right now," said Zhang nglong, "I need to go to Africa to discuss the rights of an African singer's songs. Just so happens, that singer couldn't make it recently, so how about you fly to Africa for ?"
"Fly your geoduck!" Wang Ling retorted instantly, "Are you trying to sell
off to Africa to work in a mine? Don't think I don't know about your tricks. I've heard from Hong Yi how you dealt with a Weibo shareholder when you bought Weibo."
"Damn, she told you about that!" Zhang nglong muttered, "Dock 90% of Hong Yi's salary next month, just give her one billion, and see how she survives on that!"
"I bought a watch last year!" Wang Ling didn't know if the salary was real, but he knew that Zhang nglong could afford it if he wanted to.
"That was rash, let's do it next ti!" Zhang nglong said offhand.
"Next ti, my ass!" Wang Ling thought to himself, mmp, but he could only grin stupidly on the outside, "By the way, how's that guy Ding Yuxi doing? Still holding out?"
"I don't know, but if he has any brains, he should realize that their Wangyi Music won't last much longer!"
"Look! Speaking of the devil, and he shall appear," Zhang nglong's phone suddenly rang.
"Hello, I am Zhang nglong."
"This is Ma Hua."
"Holy shit, it's you?" Zhang nglong had thought the call would be either from Ding Yuxi or Ding Sanshi, but it turned out to be from Ma Hua.
"Mr. Ma is so busy and still has ti to call , what's the matter?" Zhang nglong asked.
"What's the matter?" Ma Hua's face on the other end of the phone nearly turned green. You've acquired countless copyrights, soon to turn the music market in Huaxia upside down, and you still ask if there's sothing wrong?
But Ma Hua still suppressed his anger, with last ti's experience, he no longer dared to treat this young man as his junior.
"Mr. Zhang, did our Tengxun offend you again recently?" Ma Hua asked.
"Offend ? Not at all," Zhang nglong said, sowhat baffled, "Last ti, the speed and efficiency of Tengxun in handling that information pleased . I give you 33 thumbs up! And about the money your Tengxun gas swindled from
before, I won't hold it against you."
"Then why did Mr. Zhang have to buy out all the copyrights? Are you trying to monopolize the music app market in Huaxia?"
"Oh, you're talking about that!"
"Damn it, what else could I be talking about?" Ma Hua was on the brink of madness. Was this a trivial matter? Why did it seem like Zhang nglong didn't take it seriously at all?
"Mr. Zhang, doing this puts us in a very difficult position. Our platform will no longer be able to distribute or download those songs. Aren't you driving us into a dead end?" Ma Hua was inwardly distressed.
He had called several singers he had worked with before, so of whom he was quite close to, and they even disclosed the price offered by Zhang nglong. Ma Hua admitted that he couldn't refuse such an offer, but he certainly couldn't afford it.
After the evaluation, they concluded that what Zhang nglong spent on copyrights, even if the copyrights expired, he couldn't recoup his investnt solely from streaming traffic and advertisents. Even if everyone upgraded to a premium mbership, the prospect of profit was slim.
"Moreover, doing this brings you no benefits whatsoever. Can you even make a profit?"
"Who said I wanted to make money?" Zhang nglong replied righteously. "I have no interest in money whatsoever!"
"Of course, you have no interest in money, money is just a number to you!" Ma Hua was on the verge of collapse.
"Actually, you can't bla
for this! You should bla yourself!" Zhang nglong said.
"Bla myself?" Ma Hua was suddenly puzzled. What did this have to do with him? Apart from gaming, they hadn't really done anything deceitful, had they?
"Could it be because Zhang nglong played our Tengxun gas, and his luck was terrible?" Ma Hua secretly sent Zhang nglong's mobile number to the technical director, instructing him to check how many gas were bound to this mobile number, then told the tech team to adjust his loot drop rate to 100%, the kind of start with a dog and gear up through killing.
"If you weren't in this industry, wouldn't it not affect you?" Zhang nglong gave a nonsensical answer.
"I can't argue with that logic!" Wang Ling, standing beside Zhang nglong, just knelt down.
"The one I want to deal with isn't you, it's just that you happen to be in this industry too. If you want to bla soone, bla Ding Sanshi and his son! The pot of Ding Sanshi, in short, a stone pot!"
"What do you an by that?" Ma Hua asked.
"They bullied my brother's girlfriend. Do you think that's serious?" Zhang nglong spoke gravely, "It could have been settled with a little compensation for emotional distress, but they insisted on bargaining with , pushing the compensation down to less than one five-hundredth of the original amount. Isn't that too much?"
"That's... that is indeed excessive," Ma Hua responded instinctively, "Wait, how much compensation for emotional distress did you ask from them?"
"Not much, just 500 billion!"
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