msmithbooks Chapter 7 Flowers? Thorns? The Winner Takes All
Chapter 7 Flowers? Thorns? The Winner Takes All
Lin Hanjiang did not answer immediately; he pretended to be thinking seriously.
Zhang Ye, standing nearby, grew anxious. She gently tugged at Lin Hanjiang's sleeve, taking advantage of the moment when Ge Yanping turned to greet a passing staff member.
He spoke quickly, almost inaudibly, "Don't give an answer about the copyright fee yet. Just say... just say you need to go back and discuss it with Professor Jin. It's definitely better for the professor to handle it than for you to do it yourself, so they don't take advantage of your youth and offer you a lower price."
Lin Hanjiang secretly praised his senior sister for her quick thinking.
He did indeed have this concern.
As a student with no connections, it was difficult to negotiate a satisfactory price for copyright fees when facing a behemoth like CCTV.
With Teacher Jin as our figurehead, at least the other side will be more cautious.
He nodded almost imperceptibly to Zhang Ye.
Lin Hanjiang had also taken precautions, saying that they could talk, and that it would be fine to have Teacher Jin talk to them later.
At this moment, Ge Yanping turned back and looked at him expectantly.
Lin Hanjiang gave a perfectly timed, somewhat student-like, humble smile: "Thank you, Director Ge, for the arrangements; you've thought of everything very carefully. Regarding the promotional trailer and image rights, I have no problem. As for media interviews…"
He hesitated slightly. "I'm still a student, after all. This is my first time experiencing something like this, so I might need some time to prepare. It would also be best if I could report to my advisor, Professor Jin. How about we postpone the interview a little? Like tomorrow afternoon? The program isn't airing until the night after tomorrow anyway."
Ge Yanping clearly understood this caution, especially after mentioning Jin Tielin.
He readily nodded: "Of course, there's no rush. You should rest well first, calm down, and focus on preparing for the finals. We'll make the interview arrangements first, and then we'll schedule a time after you and Professor Jin have discussed it. I won't bother you any longer, good luck in the finals."
He offered a few more words of encouragement before turning and leaving in a hurry, clearly indicating that there was still a lot of post-event work to be done.
Watching Ge Yanping walk away, Zhang Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief, patting his chest: "Luckily you were quick-witted. We have to let the teacher know about this. He has connections and knows many people. With him overseeing things, we won't suffer any losses."
"Yes, Senior Sister is very thoughtful," Lin Hanjiang said sincerely.
As the two were talking, they prepared to walk towards the backstage common rest area.
She wore light makeup before going on stage, but she still had to remove it.
Before I had gone more than a few steps, I heard a crying sound coming from around the corner, accompanied by indistinct mumbling.
They exchanged a glance and walked around the corner where equipment cases were piled up.
In the corridor outside the popular singing waiting area, a figure was squatting against the wall, head buried in knees, shoulders twitching.
Standing next to her was Han Hong, whose eyes were also red and whose expression was somewhat helpless.
The one squatting and crying was Sun Hao.
"Brother Hao, don't cry, your crying makes me want to cry too."
Han Hong's voice was thick with nasal tone, and tears were welling up in her eyes, but she still had to force herself to comfort others.
"Let's come again next time, there will be plenty of opportunities."
"Waaah... Little Red, you don't understand."
Sun Hao raised his face, which was covered in tears, showing none of the carefree spirit of the folk prince.
"I've been preparing for two years! I've been waiting for this moment, I wanted to prove to my family that I could make it this far... Waaah... I promised that if I made it to the finals... Now it's all over... How am I going to go back and tell my family... Waaah..."
He became more and more upset as he spoke, and buried his head in his hands and cried again.
Han Hong was moved to tears by his crying and wanted to squat down and cry with him.
But when he saw Zhang Ye and Lin Hanjiang walking over, he felt a little embarrassed and could only turn his face away and wipe his eyes hard with the back of his hand.
Zhang Ye felt uneasy seeing this scene.
Competition is cruel; some shine brightly while others are heartbroken.
The entertainment industry has always been a place where flowers and thorns coexist.
Tonight, Lin Hanjiang picked some flowers.
Sun Hao and Han Hong, on the other hand, had their feet scratched by thorns.
However, there are still many opportunities, and they can find their own path.
It's a matter of whether you become famous early or late.
Lin Hanjiang needs to hurry up. If he can sign Han Hong in the next two years, it will be a great help.
She's a legendary diva with a powerful voice who dominates the music scene.
The noise in the studio finally subsided, and even the commotion backstage gradually quieted down.
Zhang also accompanied Lin Hanjiang in the public dressing room, using makeup remover and tissues to wipe away the face paint little by little.
The young man in the mirror, having washed away his makeup, revealed a sharp edge in his eyes.
He's definitely a handsome guy.
In this era, everyone is comparing who is more handsome, Mao Ning or Leon Lai.
Lin Hanjiang was no less impressive.
"Ouch... this paint is smearing my eyes." Lin Hanjiang closed his eyes and carefully wiped the corners of his eyes with a tissue.
"I'll help you."
Just as they finished tidying up, there was a gentle knock on the dressing room door, and Ge Yanping peeked in with a smile: "Hanjiang, you just finished removing your makeup? Perfect timing, I need your signature."
"Director Ge, please speak." Lin Hanjiang stood up.
Ge Yanping walked in, holding a hard-shell folder. He opened it and found several standardized authorization letters.
"It's what I just mentioned, the right to use your image and the authorization to use footage from tonight's performance. Actually, the contract you signed when you registered for the competition already included relevant clauses, allowing the station to use the contestants' images and performance content when promoting the competition."
He pointed to the bottom of the clause, "However, the leadership is particularly optimistic about your performance this time, and it may be used in a wider range of publicity channels, or even some special programs, so we need to sign this supplementary authorization separately to clarify the scope and duration of use. Don't worry, it's all standard text, mainly for compliance."
Lin Hanjiang took the folder and quickly browsed through it.
But I read it carefully, after all, I've been scammed many times before, and I need to learn from that experience.
The terms are indeed not harsh; they basically confirm that CCTV has the right to use his image from the CCTV Young Singers Competition and clips from his performance of "The Story of Spring" for non-commercial publicity, news, and other purposes within a specified period.
There was no mention of the song's copyright itself, nor were there any additional compensation terms.
As Ge Yanping said, this is an extension of the competition contract.
Zhang Ye also came over to take a look. She wasn't very sensitive to the contract terms, but when she saw that money wasn't mentioned, she instinctively felt a little uneasy.
Over the years, Li Guyi's mother has managed all her travel and performance expenses, and only knows roughly how much money is in her bank account.
She wasn't entirely clear about the specifics of the contract.
However, she also understood that it was almost impossible to get extra money from CCTV for this kind of promotional use.
Increasing your exposure is already a benefit that many people would love to have.
Lin Hanjiang noted that the usage period is one year from the date of signing, and the scope is limited to non-commercial use by CCTV and its authorized platforms in mainland China.
A year is not a short time.
However, in 1992, television media was still the dominant communication channel, and the exposure value brought by this authorization might be more useful than a small licensing fee.
Of course, this is all predicated on his ability to capitalize on this surge in traffic.
"No problem, Director Ge."
Without much hesitation, Lin Hanjiang picked up a pen from the table and signed his name in the designated spot with free and unrestrained handwriting.
Back when I was a boss, I had my signature specially designed.
"Great! Okay then, I won't bother you any longer. You guys should go back to school and rest. Prepare well for the finals; everyone at the station is waiting to see an even more spectacular performance from you."