I created a prosperous entertainment world

Then enter the main song part, the sound is sung by electronic synthesized sounds.

It doesn't sound as round as a voice, but it's perfect for demo production.

Another year of pear blossoms in the courtyard

Setting up a clear night    The moonlight spreads over the empty steps

The old music of the sheng and flute in the dream~~

"This word is beautiful! Who wrote it?"

"Lin Yin, who wrote the lyrics department, is more fond of writing such soft words."

"Unlike, most of her words are lingering and delicate, but this one is obviously a little more generous."

As the song entered the chorus, the low-pitched discussion disappeared.

When Chen Yao suddenly opened his eyes when he heard the sonorous "My heart cannot be turned on, my heart cannot be rolled up."

This word...is amazing!

The discussion also sounded again: "Who wrote this lyrics? The artistic conception is really amazing!"

"Who wrote this song? It is integrated with the lyrics! It's so unbelievable to you!"

"The quality of this song is definitely higher than that of the gold medal! I think it is probably the work of Mr. Li Quanxing."

"It must be! Apart from him, I can't think of anyone who can write the song in such an extraordinary mood."

"What about Han Shuang? Could it be his?"

"Hmph! Every time he goes to work, he either writes or eats, and composing is like sailing against the current, and if he doesn't move forward, he will retreat! How could he write such a high-quality work? "

"I agree with this point of view. Han Shuang has talent, but not much."

.....

Slowly, the discussion disappeared again, and everyone was immersed in the artistic conception created by the song.

When the last sound disappeared, the whole audience was silent for a few seconds.

Chen Yao slowly opened his eyes, and the smile on his face gradually spread.

After the championship, he gave Han Shuang a super standard treatment.

First, he was promoted to the company's second gold medal composer, then assigned him an independent office, and allowed him to unscrupulously code...

There was no news on the surface, and there had been a lot of discussion in the dark.

Out of his intuition, he still insisted on his own!

He always believed that Han Shuang's talent was a terrible black hole! The bottomless one.

And now, this song [Spring Snow] is a clear proof!

It took only two hours to create such a work that can make the ear pregnant. Who else?

"Mr. Chen, whose work is this? Is it from Li Quanxing and Qu's father?"

"I think it's Teacher Meng Hezhou. After all, he hasn't produced a golden song for a long time."

Chen Yao smiled but did not answer, took the simplified score from the machine, folded it gently in half, and then put it into the inner pocket of the suit.

The movement was very gentle, as if it was not a piece of paper, but a rare treasure.

At this time, a graceful female singer walked to Chen Yao with a smile and said coquettishly: "Mr. Chen, has anyone sang this song? Can you give it to me?"

Chen Yao smiled and said, "Don't be impatient, it won't take long to get you such a work."

After saying that, he ordered a man with a braid, "Send me the synthetic document later."

As he walked out of the recording studio, Chen Yao stopped, turned around and said, "This work was made by Han Shuang and took two hours to complete."

The whole audience was stunned.

.....

Yongle Music Department, Manager Wang Fugui's Office.

A girl with dreadlocks on a dark red leather sofa.

Denim jacket and white sweatshirt, denim shorts and black leather boots, a string of metal jewelry hanging around the neck, plus a dreadlocks shape...

This outfit is a bit nicer, fashionable and avant-garde, and a little ugly on the street.

Wang Fugui, who was sitting opposite, taught earnestly: "Wenwen, you said you like singing, but my father signed you in at the highest level without saying a word.

You said you want to release an album, and your dad uses his connections to prepare for you. Even if you lose money in the end, dad doesn’t blame you, right?

The second album is still losing money, but Dad still doesn't blame you. This is the third one. If you pay for it again, the boss will have any objection to Dad!"

The girl with dreadlocks is naturally Wang Jingwen, Wang Fugui's only daughter.

Wang Jingwen glanced at her father: "What are you yelling at me? Can you blame me if you can't buy the album? It's your songwriter who is not doing anything! Look at what songs I wrote for me? Nothing I like. Even I am not satisfied with it, will the fans pay?"

"What do you say? Why are you all blamed on Quren? How many times have you said it to you? You are more serious when recording songs and cooperate with them when promoting them, but how do you do it? You will know how to play crazy all day long."

"Wang Fugui, how did you turn your mind? The problem is clearly in the song. Is it related to whether I cooperate or not?"

"you......"

Wang Fugui was both angry and angry, but he did not dare to get angry.

After a while, he calmed down and said, "Are you still satisfied with this album?"

Wang Jingwen nodded: "The main song is OK, it feels good to sing, right! When will it be released?"

"I changed you another song, I guess I'll have to wait for a while."

Wang Jingwen frowned: "Why are you like this? Why don't you change the song casually with my consent?"

Wang Fugui said angrily: "I bought a song from Xingyao. Haven't you always wanted a song with the style of [Borde Curtain]? I specially customized it from you."

"Really?"

Wang Jingwen immediately ran to Wang Fugui, hugged her father's shoulder and said coquettishly: "Dad, I knew you were the best for me."

Wang Fugui said helplessly: "You! Only by spending money can you think of me, my dad!"

Wang Jingwen ignored this and hurriedly said, "Dad, when will that song be released? Is it Sun Guiying personally?"

Wang Fugui nodded: "I just placed the order yesterday, I probably have to wait for a while!"

Wang Jingwen was full of expectations: "I finally have Sun Guiying's song!"

It’s not her fault for being so excited. Sun Guiying wrote a song for Huang Han and Ling Meinan. As a result, the two of them have a good reputation for their careers!

In the hearts of Yongle singers, Sun Guiying is almost equal to becoming famous.

Unfortunately, due to contract restrictions, they cannot invite others to sing privately.

Yongle itself also has a powerful music department, and every singer has strict regulations on posting songs.

Besides, Sun Guiying is very famous and a song starts at least hundreds of thousands. They are not the queen Huang Han, so they can’t afford it!

One of the reasons why Wang Fugui can ignore these is that he has a high position and controls the entire music department of Yongle.

No one can judge him except the boss behind him.

The second is that our own music department cannot write songs with the charm of [Beared Curtain]. If you invite Dad Qu to do it, it will start at least one million!

So, he placed a target order with Sun Guiying at a low price of 350,000 yuan.

Judging from Sun Guiying's reputation, the price is indeed a bit low.

However, for Xingyao, this order is already a super big order.

You know, the order remuneration they usually receive will not exceed six figures.

In addition, Chen Yaozheng made drastic preparations for the Artist Department, and his funds were a little tight, so he agreed immediately.

Chen Yao's idea is very simple. Han Shuang's code is not a solution when he goes to work all day, so he just happens to do something.

Han Shuangkong has a series of brilliant achievements, but he does not have the title of Father Qu given by the official, and is a typical person who is truly unnamed. Thinking of this, 350,000 is not a low point.

"Dongdong!"

"Come in!"

The office door was pushed open and a man who looked like an assistant walked into.

"Manager, Xingyao just sent a music document and said that the directional order has been completed."

Wang Fugui's face changed: "What did you say? Is it done?"

The assistant's expression was helpless: "Starry said so."

Wang Fugui was furious: "Isn't this a pastimer? I just gave him the order yesterday, and today I told me that I had completed it? In less than a day, can I listen to the works I created?

You get the work back! Tell Chen Yao that if I do something perfunctory, I will go to the music association to sue him!"

The assistant nodded: "I have said similar words, but Chen Yao means, let you listen first. If you are dissatisfied, he will definitely remade them!"