Brother Zhang instinctively looked at Meng Tianye. Meng Tianye looked as though he would follow Cheng Lang's lead in everything. "Then let's look at the contract first."
Since Brother Zhang had come over, he had naturally brought the contract with him. But the moment he appeared, Cheng Lang had seized the initiative, which inevitably annoyed him. He pulled out a contract from his bag and handed it to Meng Tianye. "Take a look. Our company is very sincere too. As long as you agree to sign with us, we'll naturally give you more screen time during the show. Besides that, we'll also help you secure commercial deals and other collaborations."
Cheng Lang held out his hand. "Let me see it."
Meng Tianye passed the contract to Cheng Lang. Cheng Lang sat down inside the booth and patted the seat beside him. "Why are you sitting next to him? We're the ones on the same side."
Speechless, Meng Tianye got up again and sat beside Cheng Lang.
After all that fuss, Brother Zhang was even more speechless.
Cheng Lang and Meng Tianye leaned together over the contract. Two minutes later, Cheng Lang looked up again. "We need to go over this, so we don't have time to entertain you. Order whatever you want to drink yourself."
Brother Zhang had originally wanted to order a coffee, but hearing that inexplicably made him feel stifled. It somehow felt like he was only ordering because Cheng Lang had told him to.
His momentum inexplicably weakened another notch.
Brother Zhang took a deep breath. Just as he called over a waiter, Cheng Lang exclaimed dramatically, "The contract term is actually ten years? My God, isn't this a contract of indenture?"
"An eighty-twenty revenue split? The copyrights to songs created by the artist during the contract