Monopolizing Music Copyright

"Small target..." Wang Ling's mouth twitched.

　　This sentence is the famous saying of Wang Ling's father, but even Wang Ling's father only has a small goal of 100 million, while the market value of Wangyi Music is 78 billion, which is a gap of 500 times. !

　　"What are you going to do?" Wang Ling asked, "Although Wangyi Music is a listed group, all the shares can be owned by Ding Sanshi, Ding Yuxi, and Ding Sanshi's wife. It is almost their family business. No matter how rich you are, as long as they don't sell it, you can't possibly acquire it, right?"

　　"No, no, no, you still don't understand my purpose," Zhang Mengyu said, "When I said I wanted to acquire Wangyi Music, I didn't really want to acquire it, but I wanted to destroy it and let them know. It would be so easy for me to bring down the entire Wangyi Group, and then make them willingly apologize!"

　　"You are insidious enough, but I like it!" Wang Ling felt that he was already on the front line of eating melons. This time, he also wanted to be the first person to eat melons. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's exciting, I have to bring down the net." Yi Music, even Ma Hua's Tengxun Music couldn't do it."

　　"He can't do it because he is too poor!" Zhang Mengyu said.

　　"Damn it! Ma Hua is still poor?" This sentence directly crushed Wang Ling's outlook on life in half. If Ma Hua is considered poor, then there is probably only Zhang Mengyu in the world who can be considered rich.

　　But then I thought about it, they didn't do it because the copyright fee was too high.

　　It's not that Tencent and Wangyi can't afford so much money, but they must consider the ratio of investment and return. Even if you win the copyright and defeat your competitors, you can't make back the money just by relying on VIP recharge fees, traffic fees, and advertising fees.

　　But Zhang Mengyu is different. This guy doesn't care at all whether he can make money or not. All he wants is to be happy. As long as he is happy, he will probably be happy even if he loses money every day. After all, for him, hundreds of billions are worth it. U.S. dollars are just small amounts of money.

　　"Competition among music platforms is nothing more than competition over copyrights." Zhang Mengyu said, "Look at the few music platforms still alive today. They all have exclusive licenses from the most popular singers. As long as fans are willing to pay, , then those platforms cannot be blamed. Both Tencent and Wangyi have obtained the copyrights of several singers."

　　"What are you going to do?"

　　"You said, if there was a platform that centralized all the copyrights of all singers, and it was completely free of charge, how many people would be willing to use it?"

　　"Damn, you want to create a copyright monopoly?" Wang Ling seemed to understand what Zhang Mengyu meant.

　　"How can we say monopoly!" Zhang Menglong laughed, "As long as those singers don't license their copyrights to others, what does that have to do with me? Although I don't know if there is such an item in the anti-monopoly law, but you can eat shit. Don't talk nonsense!"

　　"How shameless!" This kind of song copyright thing is really too subjective. If the money is enough, those singers won't give the copyright to others. Even if Zhang Mengyu essentially has a monopoly, he can't find any fault.

　　"By the way, Wang Ling, don't you have a music media company?"

　　"The sound of music in Lin Media is just a small thing," Wang Ling said. "They just signed some online singers, but they can't get into any serious places."

　　"Do you have your own app products? For example, the music platform software of Penguin Music and Wangyi Music."

　　"Yes, I have."

　　"Sell the entire company to me." Zhang Menglong said, "How much money you spend, I will double it!"

　　"What the hell are you doing again!" Wang Ling has probably invested one or two billion in Music Shenglin Mountain, but it has not yet achieved profitability. According to the current situation, it is estimated that it will take another one or two years to turn a loss into a profit. Ying, if Zhang Menglong is willing to buy it, he will make one or two billion in one fell swoop.

　　"That's wrong!" As the son of a business tycoon, Wang Ling naturally has a good business acumen.

　　Although Zhang Mengyu said that the music platform he wants to create will be all free, this is just something on the surface. Once the number of users increases, whether it is traffic or advertising, it will be a considerable amount of income.

　　Although this money is a drop in the bucket compared to copyright fees, he doesn't have to pay for copyrights. To him, it's all money!

　　"In this case, I'll just buy it for you, and you can invest the money into the shares. You can just convert the money I have into shares for me. How about that?"

　　"You're a shrewd guy!" Zhang Mengyu knew that his industry was run by a group of strong managers. Even if he didn't charge for listening to music, he believed that these people could also make use of other things. Wang Ling has seen long-term development.

　　"Hahaha, you, Mr. Zhang, eat meat and I take a sip of soup. Isn't that too much?"

　　"Okay, let's do it like this. Don't convert it into any shares. I will directly give you 30% of the dry shares."

　　"Okay!" Wang Ling agreed immediately. The 30% seemed to be at a disadvantage, but you must know that if Zhang Menglong wanted to purchase the copyright of those songs, even 1 billion would not be able to stop it. Strictly speaking, he would still have 30%. Big bargain.

　　"I don't know anything about operations, and I don't care about it. I just negotiate and pay!"

　　"Looking at you, you don't look like you know how to take care of things," Wang Ling rolled his eyes, "I can help you with most of the singers, you just need to take the money, but some of them are not so easy, such as Jay Chou's song!"

　　"Yes, Wangyi and Tencent have been doing this for so many years, but they have not obtained the copyright of Jay Chou's songs. Currently, among the domestic platforms, there seems to be only one platform called 'Hulu Music' that has his copyright, but that's it. It's only three years, and if we count the time, it should expire next month, and it is said that they are currently discussing the renewal of the contract."

　　"Oh? What about other platforms?"

　　"Hey, you have to know that although Jay Chou is addicted to drinking milk tea and being a baby daddy and rarely releases new songs, his old songs are still popular. Whoever can get the copyright of Jay Chou's songs can almost dominate Now that we have a music platform, who is willing to give up!"

　　"How to say?"

　　"According to some gossip, Tencent seems to have prepared 500 million yuan recently to buy Jay Chou's music copyright for three years. Wangyi Music has also prepared about the same amount. As for the 'Hulu' music, because it is free, financial resources It can't be compared with the two giants, it seems like they are going to fight to the death this time!"

　　"Hahaha, then I will make them all fail this time!" Zhang Menglong smiled evilly, "Is there a way to cut off Hu?"

　　"It's quite a coincidence that at the beginning of next month, Jay Chou is going to Shanghai to promote his new album. This guy has written new songs. He is addicted to drinking milk tea and has gained weight. His fans are about to debut," Wang Ling complained, "When the time comes, I will find a way to help you date him. With my dad's reputation, there should be no problem. As for how to discuss the rest, that is your business."

　　"Okay, let's do it!" Zhang Mengyu suddenly remembered something. Lu Yiyao is a fan of Jay Chou. They even mentioned that they had been to the same concert of Jay Chou when they chatted before, "By the way, You said, if I want to sign Jay Chou directly and give me a concert at home every day, how much will it cost?

　　Wang Ling gave Zhang Menglong an angry middle finger: "Gan!"