Rebirth of the tea art man

Chapter 152 The master of the music industry!
"Know, what do you know? I don't quite understand!"

Summer is the season to eat crayfish. If you want a plate of crayfish at this time, it will definitely match the color of her face.

It's so red!
"Let's go after eating!"

Lin Cheng stood up and called the waiter, "Hang up the rent!"

"Okay, sir!"

The waitress just now quickly handed over a small sticky note and a ballpoint pen.

Swish swish!
Lin Cheng quickly signed the room number and name on it.

When you check out, all meals will be billed together.

"Have you opened a room here?"

Lin Yun'er's heartbeat began to speed up, and her mood became more and more uneasy.

She knows more or less about the dark culture in the entertainment industry.After all, it's been four years since their debut. Even if you haven't seen it, you should have heard all kinds of stories.

What's more, Lin Cheng wanted to pay 500 million liquidated damages for her, and he wanted to help her hype her up to fame, and in the future, he would be a signed artist under Lin Cheng's banner.

She hadn't thought of this situation.

Compared with those greasy middle-aged and old people, fat heads and big ears in the industry, this genius-like young man in front of him obviously won by too many times.

He is not only young, but also tall and handsome, and so talented.

If it was about falling in love and becoming her boyfriend, she would definitely choose Lin Cheng without hesitation.

But now...

Lin Yun'er lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers, becoming more and more hesitant.

"The last few times I came to the state, there were various things, and I didn't have time to enjoy the scenery of the streams and lakes. So this time, I specially booked the four seasons."

Lin Cheng nodded, and shuttled back and forth in the labyrinth-like garden hotel with ease.

"But, but I...I want to think about it again, but I haven't made up my mind yet."

"No, not ready!"

Lin Yun'er followed quickly, explaining in a flustered tone.

"Chi Ling!"

Lin Cheng said lightly.

"what?"

She didn't understand.

"Song name!"

"I just wrote a new song called "Red Ling"!"

Under her gradually reassuring sight, Lin Cheng walked towards the parking lot, and took out a sheet music from the royal blue BMW Z4, "You can try it!"

"Chiling?"

"Is this... a song written just for me?"

Lin Yun'er took the sheet music and looked at the lyrics, her clear eyes slowly widened, and the expression on her face became more and more surprised.

When the play is folded, the water sleeves rise and fall.

Sing the joys and sorrows, the clutches and reunions, it has nothing to do with me.

Fans opened and closed, gongs and drums sounded and silent.

Love in the play and outsider in the play, who can say?

I am used to integrating emotions, anger, sorrow and joy into the ink!

So what about clichés?All my bones and ashes!

In troubled times, duckweed can't bear to watch the flames burn mountains and rivers.

I am humble and dare not forget to worry about the country, even if no one knows me!
……

She is a singer, a gifted singer in a sense.

At the age of 14, he participated in an audition competition and won the national runner-up. He took part in commercials, released albums and records, and became the idol and dream of countless boys and girls.

It can be said that her debut is the pinnacle!

Now, four years have passed, whether in terms of experience or singing skills, today's Lin Yun'er is far better than the young and ignorant little girl back then.

Of course she knew, of course she could see what kind of song it was.

Can fire!

It must be hot!
As long as she can get this song, she will be able to wipe away layers of dust and shine bright stars again!

Ordinary people only know that a certain singer has sung a certain song, but only people in the industry like her understand that it is not the person who sings the song that becomes popular, but the song that becomes popular.

In this world, there are too many people who can sing, why are they popular but not you?

resource!

People have good songs and can sing good songs.

A good song can make a singer popular, make a singer famous, make him famous overnight, and even live comfortably for decades in the second half of his life!
In the music circle, whoever can write songs, who can write good songs, is the uncle!
Knowing how to sing is useless, but being able to write is a master!

And the 18-year-old boy in front of him is obviously the father-in-law of the current Chinese music scene, and in the eyes of all singers, he is like a father.

Even if she didn't have to ask, Lin Yun'er would know that during this period of time, there should be countless celebrities who asked Lin Cheng to write songs.

After all, the sales volume of their records is on the table. The sales volume of the first album has already exceeded 80, far exceeding the 50 American gold record standard.Even if it is a platinum record threshold of 100 million, it is only a matter of time for him.

If measured by the domestic standard of 3 platinum records, his debut album is already 26 times platinum.

This is not counting the sales of other singles, the sales of Chen Shiying's record that he has made popular, and so on.

As for Lin Cheng's international influence, the theme song of the World Cup alone is enough to beat [-]% of musicians.

Strength proves everything!
Produced by Lin Cheng, it must be a boutique!
Lin Yun'er knew very well that whoever got the right to sing this song would be an instant hit.

And now this opportunity is in front of him.If she is in line, she will be No.1 in the line.

"I...I want to sing!"

Lin Yun'er bit her lips lightly, as if she was making great determination, "Can you let me sing? I will work hard, I will definitely work very hard!"

"Get in the car, what are you still doing?"

Lin Cheng lowered the roof of the car.

In seconds, the Z4 transforms into a true roadster.

"Oh!"

Lin Yun'er carefully sat in the co-pilot, holding the sheet music in her hand, blushing and heart beating, and truly understood why the description of the heartbeat between a man and a woman would be called "little deer bumping into each other".

"If you want to sing this song, sign with my company!"

"I'll take you to my company to have a look. Actually, it's not too far away. It's in Linzhou. If you drive, you can get there in about half an hour!"

Lin Cheng started the engine and slowly drove the car out of the Four Seasons Hotel.

"Oh fine!"

Lin Yun'er nodded, then turned her head and looked at Lin Cheng in surprise, "Company?"

"if not?"

"Where do you want to go?"

Lin Cheng asked back.

"No, no... no, no where do you want to go!"

"Well, I just want to go to your company, and I just want to see your company."

Lin Yun'er hurriedly explained in a panic, blushing and fooling around.

Linzhou, Yueda City.

At the door of a 200-square-meter commercial and residential building, there is a sign of "Xingcheng Media".

On the opposite side of this company, the same 200-square-meter house is hung with the sign of "Chengmeng Fund".

As the company grows, so must the number of offices.

Lin Cheng also bought the house opposite.

He even bought the house next door to Xingcheng Media, a large third room of about 150 square meters, and expanded it into Xingcheng Media's office.

The three houses with an area of ​​550 square meters are all listed under Lin Cheng's name, but they are leased to two companies in a leased manner. Based on the monthly rent of 50 yuan per square meter, the monthly rent is 27500 yuan. The rent is 33 a year.

The seemingly absurd design can save Lin Cheng less money and make more money.It is equivalent to transferring the company's profits to his personal account in a legal way.

After all, this company belongs to his mother, not Lin Cheng himself.

(End of this chapter)