Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

In the afternoon, Yu Dongqing began to write the song "The Final Countdown". Anyway, everything was ready-made, it just needed to be written out.

We're leaving together,

we will leave together

But still it's farewell

But still have to say goodbye

And maybe we'll come back,

Maybe we will come back

To earth, who can tell?

Returning to Earth, who could have predicted

I guess there is no one to blame

I don't think anyone should be blamed

We're leaving ground

we will leave the ground

Will things ever be the same again?

Will the scenery remain the same in the future?

After working all afternoon, I came home from get off work in the evening. After going for a walk and having nothing to do, I started to open my laptop and continue working. At ten o'clock in the evening, I finally got it done.

I generated the audio file and listened carefully, and it felt pretty good. Of course, the arrangement effect generated by software is far inferior to that of real band accompaniment.

No matter so much, Yu Dongqing sent Luo Yun a WeChat message, and then sent this song to her for her comments.

A few minutes later, Luo Yun called: "Brother Yu, you are really talented! The song is so great! It's so explosive! But why are the lyrics in English?"

"You didn't say you had to speak Chinese." Yu Dongqing smiled as she lay on the sofa holding her cell phone.

"The English song is good, but I just asked Zhang Fan to sing it. I wonder if he can take it?" Luo Yun said to herself on the phone.

"Who do you think is going to sing this song?" Yu Dongqing was startled.

"Zhang Fan, he was the one who took a fancy to You to write that piece of music. He approached Wu Lan and asked him to complete it and sing it."

It's him? Zhang Fan?

Of course Yu Dongqing knew Zhang Fan. He was a popular singer in the company and was born in the talent show. He became famous instantly due to his delicate appearance and quickly became a popular star. He was active in major variety shows and also released several records.

But Yu Dongqing is not optimistic.

"His voice? He doesn't have enough energy to speak, as if he hasn't eaten for three days, and he still wants to sing rock songs?! I don't know what Wu Lan is thinking? Agree to his request?" Yu Dongqing sneered.

"Zhang Fan's singing skills are indeed mediocre, but he has so many fans, fans of his mother and sister, don't you know how much his last digital album sold? Fifty million! He made a lot of money for the company, and now he is the most popular fried chicken of our company. I guess Wu Lan can't stand it either." Luo Yun explained.

"Okay, don't say it anymore, just pretend I didn't write it."

"What's the meaning?"

"Nothing, I don't want him to sing, so as not to ruin the song." Yu Dongqing replied lightly.

"Huh?" Luo Yun was surprised on the phone. If this complete song is given to Wu Lan, she believes that she can win 100,000 for Yu Dongqing.

This is not a small amount, so why don’t you just give it up?

Suddenly, she thought of something and said quickly: "Brother Yu, do you want to let others sing this song? I'm worried about copyright disputes."

Luo Yun's worries are not unreasonable.

From the perspective of outsiders, this song was written based on the original soundtrack, and the copyright of the soundtrack is in the hands of Jinye Company, which can easily cause copyright disputes.

After hearing this, Yu Dongqing replied calmly: "I have no intention of letting anyone sing. It's just for my own entertainment. If it's not used for commercial purposes, the company can't control it, right?"

"Brother Yu, you are so free and easy. I will do as you say."

"How about Wu Lan?" Yu Dongqing thought of another question and asked with concern.

"It's okay. I just told Wu Lan that I would give it a try. It doesn't necessarily mean that it can be completed. At worst, I will tell her that I can't write it in two days. I am not a composer." Luo Yun had a very relaxed tone.

Yu Dongqing felt relieved.

"Okay then, good night."

"Good night, sweet dreams."

The two chatted for a few more words and then hung up the phone.

Yu Dongqing looked at the song on the laptop desktop, smiled and turned off the computer.

Yu Dongqing thought the matter was over, but she didn't expect that on Thursday, not long after Yu Dongqing went to work, she received a call from Wu Lan asking him to go to her office.

When Yu Dongqing knocked on the door and entered the office, Wu Lan poured him a cup of tea herself and sat elegantly on the sofa opposite him.

"Holly, have you written a song recently? It's The Final Countdown written by Luo Yun" Wu Lan asked with a smile, changing from his usual frosty face.

Um?

How did she know?

Did Luo Yun tell her?

This woman, Yu Dongqing, felt dissatisfied.

Wu Lan seemed to understand his thoughts and said, "You can't blame Luo Yun for this matter. She didn't take the initiative to say it."

It turned out that when Luo Yun was reporting her work to Wu Lan, she accidentally let her mouth slip. Wu Lan caught her and asked her, so Luo Yun had to tell what happened.

"Wu Lan, now that I know everything, I don't want to say more. As for the reason why I don't want to show it, you must also know." Yu Dongqing said lightly.

"Is it a copyright issue?" Wu Lan replied.

"That is indeed one aspect, and the other is that Zhang Fan is not suitable for singing."

"Don't worry about the copyright issue. I tell you clearly that if you can write such an excellent song again, it is very necessary for the company to amend your contract and give you the copyright. Even if Mr. Tan disagrees, I can apply to the company's board of directors, and they will not So short-sighted! Otherwise, I would also resign!" Wu Lan replied.

Ah?

So determined?

At this point, Wu Lan softened his tone and said, "Dongqing, I also know that Zhang Fan is really not suitable for singing such a song, but you should also consider my difficulties."

"Nowadays, major entertainment companies, whether it is film, television, singing or dancing, are all competing for traffic! According to online search data, Zhang Fan's daily search volume has reached 50,000 per day, firmly ranking among the top three. Since I took the initiative to make this request, I had to consider."

"As a company executive, it is understandable for you to think this way, but as a friend, I remind you that real music is not like this, and a great music company cannot be supported by just a few popular singers."

"Besides, as a person, I will not give this piece to these so-called popular singers. It would be a waste of the song." Yu Dongqing's attitude was very firm.

The room fell silent for a moment.

After a while, Wu Lan raised her head and looked at him and said softly: "Dongqing, I think you have changed a lot during this time."

"Really? You don't recognize me anymore? Am I not Yu Dongqing?" Yu Dongqing joked.

"No, it's not like you were when you were in college more than ten years ago." Wu Lan replied, and his expression immediately changed.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. Since you don't want Zhang Fan to sing, I respect your opinion. But isn't it a pity that such a good song is shelved? Tell me, which of the singers under our company is suitable to sing this song?"

"Wu Lan, this is something that a company executive like you would consider, not something that an ordinary editor like me would consider."

"Do me a favor." Wu Lan rolled her eyes at him, then sighed and said, "To be honest, there are twenty or thirty singers in our company, big and small, but none of them are good at singing rock style."

Yu Dongqing nodded, and suddenly a name appeared in his mind.

"Wu Lan, I saw a singer named Tang Guang submit a work a few days ago. His voice is very suitable for singing such songs, and he also wants to join our company. You can let him try."

"Tang Guang? Why haven't I heard of this person?" Wu Lan was a little confused.

"I guess he was eliminated before his works and resume got to you." Yu Dongqing said with a smile.

Wu Lan walked to the boss's desk and turned on the computer. Sure enough, he saw through the internal network that a singer named Tang Guang had submitted a work, but his work had been eliminated by the professional team.

The reason given was: "The voice and style of music are not in line with the mainstream music market."

"Wu Lan, I think you should listen to the song "The Age of Justice" he wrote. It's very interesting." Yu Dongqing put forward his own suggestion.

Wu Lan doubtfully put on his headphones, opened the audio file and listened carefully, and after a while he frowned slightly.

“This song was recorded like this? Why is the mix so loud?

"This shows that his recording conditions are rudimentary, but from another perspective, his voice has not been modified in the post-production process and is very explosive, so he is suitable for singing this song." Yu Dongqing explained patiently.

"Then give him a chance as you wish." Wu Lan finally decided.

"It's up to you"

Yu Dongqing doesn't care.

What needs to be said has been said. As for Wu Lan’s decision, it has nothing to do with him.