TGPA Chapter 4: The Scent of Wine is Not Afraid of the Depth of the Alley
One hundred and eighty seconds is a time that you don't feel passing by when you are completely absorbed in doing something.
After getting off the stage, that feeling still lingered in his body. It took Chen Hao several minutes to slowly exhale. He knew he had fallen in love with this feeling. Not only could he sing with abandon, but there were also the screens filled with 6666 and words of praise. Although not face-to-face, he had a feeling that through the connection of the internet, more people would applaud him in the future.
In total, there were nearly four hundred private messages. When he came to his senses, the first thing he saw was the forced viewing of private messages with the unique authority of the Lele platform's official black horse. It was somewhat similar to the previous queue reminders. As long as you were sitting in front of the computer, if it popped up, it would have a higher priority than all the pages displayed on the computer screen; it definitely covered everything else.
"Hello, Haozi, if you want to sign with a good guild for better development in the future, please contact me. I can guarantee you the best option among the newcomer benefits and bring you to a guild with a boss who is very powerful."
Is this the black horse?
Chen Hao quickly figured it out. Regardless of whether this black horse was helping to make connections for personal gain or if he had already decided to leave Lele and join a guild, talking to him would surely bring benefits.
At this moment, Chen Hao was no longer worried about his future path as a broadcaster. In fact, he really wanted to shut down the computer and properly release his excitement. But reason told him that he had to be a broadcaster to make use of this system. And as a broadcaster, besides his own abilities, the most important thing was to sign with a good guild. Chen Hao had been on Lele for over three years, and he knew exactly what he had and how to make the right choices. He wouldn't make the mistakes that newcomers often made. Signing with a guild was a very, very important matter for someone who understood the platform and the broadcaster system. He would rather have a lower initial share than sell out his years of time on impulse.
He glanced through the more than four hundred private messages, directly filtering out some guilds he had never heard of and that seemed insincere. He also eliminated some guilds whose management systems didn't match his temperament. In the end, there were over fifty left, and he replied to each one and engaged in corresponding communication.
As night fell, when faint sounds could be heard from the adjacent capsules, Chen Hao knew it was dark outside. His two roommates, one claiming to be an MC and the other playing with language, were like alarms, reminding Chen Hao to look at the time displayed on the computer screen. It was already 8:20.
The phone on the computer desk rang again, the same number as before. A few hours ago, when the person claiming to be Gao Hongbo, the official black horse, stopped chatting with him on that Lele account and instead called him, Chen Hao had already listed him as one of the guild contacts he was most interested in.
"It's settled. Your conditions are acceptable. You can come out to Yanjing and have a chat with us. We'll talk more. You can even go live in the guild's studio. And the boss I mentioned, you can meet him too. If you're willing to show him your singing voice in person, I think he'll offer you better treatment with his generosity. He's more into entertainment than business investments and is willing to spend a lot of money to support broadcasters. If you're lucky, you might become the flagship broadcaster of this emerging guild. How about it? Come out and have a chat. I'm not afraid to tell you, the boss is in talks with several guilds about big broadcasters..."
Chen Hao listened respectfully to everything the other person said and then calmly said, "I can come for a chat, but I won't accept any long-term contracts. I'm willing to accept a 30% share for the guild and pay my personal income tax. I only want a temporary contract. I hope you can give me a clear answer: if I sign this contract, can you guarantee me fair treatment? My requirements are not high. I don't need the guild to spend money to grant me live broadcast permissions, or to buy expensive studios for me. I just want to ensure that in any sub-channel of the music category, during the six-hour peak time from 10 p.m. to 4 a.m., my time won't be casually adjusted due to external reasons. I think these requirements are not unreasonable, right?"
"Chen Hao, let me tell you, you..."
Chen Hao still listened silently without interrupting the other party until they finished speaking. He responded with the same old attitude, "Mr. Gao, I don't think we need to meet. There's no need for drinks, and discussing things is unnecessary. I don't want to strain our relationship so early."
Gao Hongbo misunderstood. First, he confirmed that he couldn't persuade Chen Hao, and then he misunderstood Chen Hao's intention of not meeting in person, thinking that he was someone who would "die in the light" in appearance, perhaps overweight and a bit of a homebody, maybe even shorter...
At this point, Gao Hongbo's excitement from hearing Chen Hao sing had been greatly diluted by reality, and his interest had also diminished a lot. "Well, since you insist, we'll sign a temporary contract. You won't need to pay your personal income tax; the company will take care of it. You'll get a 30% share, but the guild won't provide you with any resources, including but not limited to official recommended slots, channel recommendations, official channel events, offline events... not even guild assistance when applying for a personal video broadcast room."
"If you think this is acceptable, the guild agrees to your requirements. But you'll have a fixed time slot. Currently, there are only one or two channels to choose from. One has an average of three thousand online users, and the other five thousand. The former can provide you with ten hours of climbing time from 10 a.m. to 8 p.m., and the latter from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. As for the rest of the official requirements, you'll need to comply on your own. If you're punished by the official channels, the guild won't take responsibility. Are you willing to accept this contract? If so, we can sign the electronic contract online at any time, and the physical contract will be delivered to your designated address within three working days."
Chen Hao listened attentively, and his core bottom line wasn't touched upon, so after Gao Hongbo finished speaking, he immediately agreed to sign the contract.
In such an information age, many things became very simple. An hour and a half later, Chen Hao was already a signed broadcaster with a guild called "Happy Times." His astonishing singing hadn't brought him any favorable contract terms. He didn't blame Gao Hongbo, as from the beginning, Chen Hao had set a boundary for himself. He wouldn't sign any contracts that bound or constrained him. With the perfect broadcaster system in hand, he was confident he could achieve more and better things. What he didn't have now, he knew wouldn't take long to obtain. Why sign a bunch of contracts that he would surely regret under unfavorable conditions?
The condition was that he could leave whenever he wanted, even if the profit-sharing ratio was very high.
The condition was that the guild would provide him with basic broadcaster permissions, even if he didn't receive any guild resources.
Even if the official channels deducted 50% of a $10 gift, the guild took a 30% cut, and he only received $2, so what? If he didn't succeed and you offered a higher income ratio, so what? If he succeeded and you still had your freedom, then you had the qualifications to negotiate terms with others in a formal manner.
Right now, he was most eager to do two things: to arrive tomorrow morning, because he had chosen the music channel with the smallest sub-channel with an average of only three thousand online users, and if it fell below two thousand, the sub-channel would be canceled, and all the singers inside would be dispersed and merged into other adjacent channels, but their climbing time would be relatively compressed. This was also the punishment mentioned by Gao Hongbo. If a good guild was willing to support you, many things could be discussed. But if the guild didn't step in, you had to do whatever the official channels told you to do.
He didn't care about this at all. He believed that his absolute strength, far surpassing all external factors, could determine everything. Although he had only sung one song, the feeling brought by the "Perfect Broadcaster" system was so strong that with it, he could sing a song that would drive the entire Lele platform crazy.
At this moment, he was most eager to just get out.
And have a meal.
NEXT