Chapter 164: The Music Copyright to “When Will the Moon Be Clear and Bright”?
I am Really a Superstar
Morning.
Zhang Ye napped a little while at his apartment.
At around 10 A.M., an unknown number called in.
âHello.â Zhang Ye yawned as he answered the call.
âHello, is this Teacher Zhang Ye?â It was a womanâs voice on the other side. It was a matured, crisp voice, âMy name is Fang Weihong. You might not know me. But I believe you know Zhang Yuanqiâs name? I am her manager and I received your contact information from the television station. Iâm sorry if Iâm disturbing you. Let me say this directly. We would like your help.â
Got my contact information from the television station?
Zhang Yuanqi did not give you my cell phone number?
Only then did Zhang Ye understand that the Heavenly Queen had not told anyone that they knew each other already. True, having met twice and with an ambiguous relationship, to the point of even spending the night alone by themselves together, this wasnât exactly something youâd say to people. âWhat help?â
âDo you have time now?â Fang Weihong asked.
âYes, today is my rest day.â Zhang Ye was, in fact, already waiting for her.
Fang Weihong said, âItâs not convenient to speak over the phone, Letâs meet up and have a detailed chat. Where do you live? Send me your address and I will arrange for you to be picked up. Iâve been reading news online. It seems that you have a lot things going on recently, so I called to make sure that you were free.â
Zhang Ye did not say too much, âOkay, I will send you my address.â
âOkay. Thank you. We will see you then.â Fang Weihong hung up.
About 20 minutes later, the driver called Zhang Ye to inform him of his arrival. Zhang Ye looked outside and saw a car brand that belonged to this world. He did not know the label well, but it looked like a high-end car. It looked like they really wanted his help. But they really should have disclosed a little information. What help did they want? What if this bro canât help at all? Then wouldnât all these be for nothing?
â¦â¦
In a shopping district.
At a high-end commercial building.
The car stopped and the driver opened the door for Zhang Ye. At the building, the driver spoke to the woman at the front desk and she made a call.
In a short while, Fang Weihong appeared in the lobby. She was a 30-odd-year-old woman. She was not very pretty, but she looked very capable. In fact, it should be said that she was someone who tied up things up neatly. Otherwise, Zhang Yuanqi would not have trusted her to be her manager.
Fang Weihong looked around and said, âTeacher Zhang?â
Zhang Ye looked at her, then shook her hands, âYou must be Sister Fang, I heard of your great name.â Actually, he had never heard of her before, but this was just conversation chatter, so he had to say things like that.
âCome, letâs proceed upstairs and talk along the way.â Fang Weihong, who was wearing flats, ushered him towards to elevator. She said, âActually, I was supposed to be the one fetching you here, but I had something to attend to at the last minute. Please donât mind. It wasnât convenient to speak over the phone regarding our request, as itâs a commercial secret. Itâs better if we speak face to face. You will know once we are upstairs.â
Ding, the elevator reached their floor.
The two of them entered a very large music recording studio. There were about eight or nine people in there, and Zhang Ye immediately noticed Zhang Yuanqi.
âSister Zhang.â Fang Weihong also addressed her as Sister. It was not known if this was an age thing or just a respectful way of addressing her.
Zhang Yuanqi looked over, smiling, âWeihong is back? This is?â She acted like she was clueless.
Fang Weihong wasnât aware of it and introduced, âLet me do the introductions. This is Teacher Zhang Ye.â While looking at Zhang Ye, âTeacher Zhang, I guess I donât really need to introduce Sister Zhang?â
Zhang Yuanqi reached out her hand and said gently, smiling, âHow are you doing, Teacher Zhang? Itâs my pleasure to meet you.â
âHello, Sister Zhang.â Zhang Ye also played along and shook her hand. This was his first time seeing Zhang Yuanqi smiling so kindly. He was really not used to it.
After a while, the people in the room all looked at Zhang Ye with concerned looks.
Zhang Ye was a little uncomfortable, âSister Zhang, Sister Fang, what is it that you need me here for today?â
âDidnât Weihong tell you?â Zhang Yuanqi smiled. âActually, we would like to purchase a copyright from you.â
Zhang Ye blinked a few times, âBuy my copyright? I donât have any copyrights right now.â âAnalysis of the Three Kingdomsâ had already been sold, and âGhost Blows Out the Lightâ was already considered as sold off, too. Wait, the movie rights to âGhost Blows Out the Lightâ were still available. But even if Zhang Yuanqi wanted to shoot the movie, it wouldnât be her who would be buying the rights. That would have been handled by the production company.
The three of them sat down.
Fang Weihong explained, âItâs like this, Teacher Zhang. We would like to buy the rights to âShuidiao Getouâ. Actually, it isnât really buying the copyright, but we would like your approval as the original composer. Because the lyrics have a lot of potential in our view, we would like to make it into a song to be sung by Sister Zhang. We would like to use the lyrics and compose the music for it. This would be a win-win situation. Your lyrics would become more well-known too.â
Zhang Ye was stunned.
The copyright to âShuidiao Getouâ?
What? Even in this world, there were people eyeing it?
But Zhang Ye replied determinedly, âIâm sorry, but I canât help you with this. If you wanted to use any other lyrics of mine, I can give the copyright to you all for free. Sister Zhangâ¦. I also admire her a lot, and her movies and songs, too. So money is not an issue. But this set of lyrics, I definitely cannot give up the copyrights.â
âWhy?â Fang Weihong frowned.
Zhang Ye waved it off, âAnyway, I cannot help with this matter. Iâm sorry.â
The few staff members who heard this became unhappy. Zhang Yuanqi was, after all, an S-list Heavenly Queen and wanted to use your poem to make a song. This was such a great opportunity. If it happened to anyone else, they would be more than happy to sell it. But you, why do you have such an attitude? Not selling? Why would you want to keep the lyrics for? Besides, even if you wanted to publish it, the copyrights were separate issues. There was no conflict at all!
A few musicians by the side also did not look too happy.
âWho is this person?â
âHe is the author of âShuidiao Getouâ.â
âHeâs putting on such airs? Is he very famous?â
âCompared with Sister Zhang, definitely not. I donât know what heâs thinking either.â
Zhang Yuanqi laughed, âWhy not let Teacher Zhang listen to the melody first?â
Fang Weihong had already expected things to not go so smoothly, so she had already made other plans. This was why she had not informed Zhang Ye of the details beforehand and made him come down to this place. She was worried that if Zhang Ye did not agree, at least they could try to persuade him in person by letting him hear the composed melody for the song. If it was an ancient poem, the copyright laws would not apply, as the original author had already passed away many years ago.
But Zhang Yeâs âShuidiao Getouâ was recently composed, and the copyrights would naturally still belong to him and not to any companies. Therefore, if they wanted to use the lyrics, they needed Zhang Yeâs approval. Otherwise, they could not use it. âAlright, Teacher Zhang. Please listen to it first. You might even change your mind. Hur hur. We must confess to you first that without your agreement, we have instructed a few composers do up the melody for the song.â
Zhang Ye really did not want to sell, âI feel thereâs no need for it. Why not consider my other lyrics? Like âLyrics to Remembering Your Charm â Remembrance of the Tale of the Crimson Cliffâ? I can let you use it for free.â
Zhang Yuanqi did not feel too annoyed and laughed, âThe lyrics for those are too descriptive and not suitable to be used as song lyrics. The setting and mood also arenât too suitable for me, a woman, to sing.â
Fang Weihong just said, âLetâs have a listen anyway.â
By the side, the musician nodded and signaled to a staff member.
The staff member went over to the console and played a pre-recorded song. It wasnât Zhang Yuanqiâs voice, but another womanâs. Her singing was so-so. It was just a song sample, âWhen will the dear moon be clear and bright. With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the dear clear sky. In the heavens, on this dear night, I wonder, what seasonâ¦â There were a few words added in between, and some of the words and phrases had been changed.
Fang Weihong introduced, âThe songâs mainstream popularity characteristics are quite strong. With small modifications to the original lyrics and adding some chorus words, it still keeps the originalâs feel to it.â
Zhang Yuanqi looked at Zhang Ye, âWhat do you think?â
Zhang Ye shook his head, âItâs not nice. The pop song characteristics are too much. Thereâs no ancient feel to the whole song, so it doesnât suit the lyrics settings and feel.â
The musician couldnât bear it any longer and asked directly, âBut this is a pop song. If itâs not pop-like and without a catchy melody, how would it be called a pop song?â This song was probably composed by him.
âThis is Wang Ge, the composer. He has written 4 or 5 songs for Sister Zhang before.â Fang Weihong introduced.
Wang Ge vowed, âI guarantee that if you use my melody, the song will definitely be very popular!â
Zhang Yuanqi smiled and said, âLittle Wang, donât be too anxious. Take a seat and let Teacher Zhang listen to another one.â
Wang Ge had to give Sister Zhang face, so he kept quiet and sat down to listen.
Fang Weihong signaled to the staff member, then said to Zhang Ye, âThe next melody was composed by another composer. Its ancient feel is stronger and the melody is a little special.â
The next song played.
This time, a beautiful voice voice sang. The feel was quite suitable, but the melody did not sound good!
After listening for a long while, Zhang Ye still did not have any interest, âThis tune is not nice. Itâs too obscure.â He wasnât a professional, so he could only say it based on his feelings.
Zhang Yuanqi laughed superficially, âThen letâs listen to the next one. Itâs the last one?â
âYes, our team composed three melodies. This is the last one.â Fang Weihong said.
The last composer said, âLet me sing and play it myself. I wasnât too satisfied with the recording Little Yang did because it was too rushed.â So he went over and picked up a guitar and proceeded to sing, âThe moon rounds the red mansion! Stoops to silk-padded doors! Shines upon the sleepless!â He had pushed the stanzas at the back forward as the first line, and had done it following that of rock.
Once it was over, Fang Weihong looked to Zhang Ye for his opinions, âTeacher Zhang, what do you think?â
Zhang Ye waved dismissively, âThey are all not nice. I said it before, this songâs rights, I really do not want to sell it. Letâs forget it.â It wasnât that he did not give face to Zhang Yuanqi. But Zhang Ye already had other plans for this lyrics. If he sold off this copyright to them, the lyrics would be ruined. The end product would definitely not do well, too!