From Middle Age: Leisure Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 77 Third Uncle Comes to Sing (Third Update)

Wu Lan pondered for a moment.

She also felt that it was not a pity that Fang Jinsong's song was buried like this. More importantly, would Fang Jinsong be unable to recover after being hit like this?

"Okay, I think your proposal is good. I wonder if Director Lu will agree to it?"

"Don't worry about this, I'll call Director Lu." After saying that, he looked at Fang Jinsong: "Jinsong, what do you think?"

"I, I have no objection." Fang Jinsong was now in a state of confusion.

Should I be happy or sad?

Yu Dongqing immediately took out his mobile phone and called Lu Yongru. After some explanation, the other party accepted his proposal.

"Jinsong, Director Lu agreed, but I have one more suggestion."

"You, you say."

"I suggest you change the style of your song a little and make it softer. It's best to have a female singer sing it. In this way, one soft and one strong complement each other. Of course, this is my personal opinion."

An old farmer about fifty years old, wearing a straw hat and holding a hoe, was digging ditches to drain the cornfield. He was Yu Hongguang, Yu Dongqing's third uncle.

Ah?

Is your guess so accurate?

Yu Dongqing was a little surprised.

He pondered for a moment and then said: "Dongwa, this is a big deal. I'm going to go back and discuss it with your third mother before I tell you. Do you think it's okay?"

Yu Hongguang hung up the phone call on Yu Dongqing, picked up the hoe and started digging, but he was no longer in the mood. His nephew's words were always in his heart.

Seeing Yu Dongqing's thoughts, Wu Lan had no choice but to nod.

After autumn, it rained several times in a row. Under high temperature and rainy conditions, the corn roots would be suffocated due to lack of oxygen, which would quickly cause the entire plant to die, so drainage must be done as soon as possible.

Tang Guang?

Yu Dongqing shook his head and expressed his thoughts: "He is not very suitable. If there is really no one, just find him to sing."

"Uh-huh."

How about letting him try?

If it really succeeds, can you also advertise Huayin Laoqiang to let more people know about it?

Just do it, Yu Dongqing left the office and found a secluded corner. He took out his mobile phone, found his third uncle's phone number, and dialed it.

"I understand. I will definitely come back during the Spring Festival this year, but please don't tell my dad about this."

Putting aside money for the time being, young people now like to listen to pop songs. There are fewer and fewer people listening to old tunes and even fewer singing old tunes. This makes him very anxious. He hopes to pass on the traditional folk arts left by his ancestors.

Carry it forward. This is also the wish of my deceased father.

"Brother Yu, what does Wu Lan want from you? Are you asking who sings this song?"

Ordinary singers always use falsetto to raise the voice. Even if some very powerful singers use their true voice to reach the high register, their voices will become thin and monotonous. It is difficult to stretch the high note to the limit like Lin Zixiang and still be full of momentum.

"No, that's what happened." Yu Dongqing briefly explained what happened on the phone, saying that he had written a song based on ancient music and hoped that someone with a high-pitched voice would sing it. It just so happens that you have a good voice.

, so I invite you to come over and give it a try. If it works, I will give you a reward, estimated at ten thousand yuan."

"Okay, very good." Yu Hongguang smiled, and the wrinkles on his face began to spread: "Dongwa, why don't you call me now?"

"Thank you." Fang Jinsong whispered, turned and left the office.

Yu Dongqing smiled and nodded.

Simply, he stopped working and walked towards the village with the hoe on his shoulder.

One song is worth 10,000 yuan?!

Yu Hongguang's eyes suddenly widened.

"Okay, okay. I'll change it as you said."

"Sanda, uh, Dongwa, are you and my third mother in good health?" came the eldest nephew's voice through the phone.

"What?! Sing a pop song?" Yu Hongguang looked surprised: "You are so old, what pop song do you want to sing? Dongwa, don't make fun of yourself."

Yu Hongguang was moved after hearing this.

Seeing that Yu Dongqing was silent, Wu Lan took the initiative to suggest: "How about letting Tang Guang give it a try? He sings rock and roll and has a pretty good voice, and you also admire his."

Yu Dongqing was in a daze there.

My third uncle sings the old Huayin tune.

The autumn sun was like an autumn tiger, causing dense beads of sweat to form on his dark skin. He wiped the sweat beads off his face and continued to work hard.

"Because, in the company, you are the only one who can designate who will sing the songs you write. Wu Lan won't listen to others, but I don't dare not listen to your suggestions."

Li Wei chuckled: Who do you think of singing? Tang Guang?"

However, Yu Dongqing counted all the male singers under Jinye, and there really was no suitable one.

It is really hard to find a singer with a voice like Lin Zixiang in that time and space. Looking at this time and space, there is no such person among domestic male singers.

"How about this?" Yu Dongqing said: "Let's not rush to decide who will sing, and then we can think about it again, and wait until the accompaniment demo is made?"

Suddenly he thought of someone.

It is now September, and large tracts of corn are planted across the Weihe Plain as far as the eye can see.

"This is not a life-and-death fight, why should it be so tense?" Yu Dongqing laughed: "Actually, Fang Jinsong is not bad. Although he sometimes has a bad temper, he still takes song writing very seriously. He really likes to write songs.

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Of course, going to Yanjing, which is thousands of miles away, is a big deal for him, a farmer who has never even been to Xi'an!

What's more, can it really be like what the eldest nephew said?

Although the singing styles of Huayin Laoqiang and Jiangjunling are indeed different, the third uncle's voice is famous all over the country!

Of course Yu Dongqing thought of him. Although he also had a explosive voice when singing rock and roll, his tearful singing voice, which was similar to Wang Feng's, was not interesting enough when he sang the song "Men Should Be Strong."

"Sanda, I am your nephew, how could I lie to you?" Yu Dongqing smiled on the phone: "If you come to Yanjing and sing this song well, you will become famous. You can promote your old

If you have a good tune, maybe you can bring your old buddies to Yanjing to perform on stage,"

Can you really sing well?

After thinking about it, I decided to take it.

Yu Dongqing left Wu Lan's office and returned to his workroom. As soon as he sat down, Li Wei turned around and asked in a low voice:

When Fang Jinsong left, Wu Lan's tense face also showed a smile: "Dongqing, I didn't expect you to be so generous."

At this time, the mobile phone for the elderly hanging on his waist suddenly rang. Yu Hongguang stopped working, took out his mobile phone and saw the number. It turned out to be a call from the son of the boss who rarely contacted him.

For such a good song, it would be too unfair not to find someone with a voice like Lin Zixiang to sing it.

Lin Zixiang has everything a baritone should have, and it extends a lot further in the treble range. The limit of his treble range has reached D5 or C5 (an octave higher than middle C).

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Yu Dongqing understood what Wu Lan meant. She wanted the singers under the company to sing, so that the wealth would not go to outsiders.

"Is this true?! Dongwa, you can guarantee the amount of fraud."

"Okay, but you have to reply quickly. You won't have to pay a penny for all the expenses this time."

"Sanda, you are good at opera and singing. I would like to invite you to come to Yanjing to sing a popular song."

"Okay. Let's not talk about this. I have something to discuss with you, which is who are you planning to let sing your song "Men Should Be Strong"?"

"That's fine, the good news won't go to outsiders." Li Wei said this and went about his work.

"I know, with your father's temper, he will definitely not agree to my going, and he will probably scold you and say you are fooling around."

Eastern Guanzhong Plain.

"Okay, no problem. Also, Dongwa, you haven't been home for several years. Your parents are thinking about you." Yu Hongguang said quickly.

He wanted to discuss it with his wife.

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