Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

Wu Lan pondered for a moment.

She also felt that it was 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?"

"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 in a mess now.

Should I be happy or sad?

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

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

"伱, you say."

"I suggest that you change the style of your song a little and make it softer. It is 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."

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

Yu Dongqing smiled and nodded.

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

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

"This is not a life-and-death fight, why do you have to be so nervous?" Yu Dongqing laughed: "Actually, Fang Jinsong is not bad. Although he sometimes has a bad temper, he still takes songwriting very seriously. He really likes to write songs. .”

"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"?"

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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.

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

It's really hard to find a singer with a voice like Lin Zixiang's in the original time and space. Looking at this time and space, you can't find such a person among domestic male singers.

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

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

Seeing Yu Dongqing's silence, 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 very much."

Tang Guang?

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."

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

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

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:

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

Ah?

Is your guess so accurate?

Yu Dongqing was a little surprised.

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

Li Wei chuckled: Do you have anyone in mind to sing? 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."

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

Yu Dongqing was in a daze.

Such a good song, it would be too unfair not to find a voice like Lin Zixiang to sing it.

Suddenly he thought of someone.

My third uncle sings the old Huayin tune.

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

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.

Eastern Guanzhong Plain.

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

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.

After autumn, there have been several consecutive rains. Under high temperature and rainy conditions, the corn roots will be suffocated due to lack of oxygen, which will quickly cause the entire plant to die, so it must be drained as soon as possible.

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.

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.

After thinking about it, I took it.

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

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

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

"What?! Singing a pop song?" Yu Hongguang looked surprised: "You are so old, what kind of pop song should you sing? Dongwa, don't make fun of you."

"No, that's what happened." Yu Dongqing briefly explained what happened on the phone, saying that he wrote 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 10,000 yuan. "

One song is worth 10,000 yuan? !

Yu Hongguang's eyes suddenly widened.

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

"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 With your accent, you might be able to bring your old buddies to Yanjing to perform on stage,"

Yu Hongguang was moved after hearing 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 forward. This is also the wish of my deceased father.

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

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

Can you really sing well?

He pondered for a moment and then said: "Dong Wa, 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?"

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

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

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

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

"Uh-huh."

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, and his nephew's words were always in his heart.

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

He wanted to discuss it with his wife.

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