Rebirth of the training entertainment circle

"Boss, what do you mean, these people are called to put up posters." Yan Qing, a tall and thin man with glasses, asked.

Zhuo nodded, "Of course, otherwise, what do you think I asked you to ask a group of people to do? Each person brought hundreds of posters, divided into [-] dots, pasted wherever they could, and dispersed in a taxi. Drive, all the fare will be reimbursed, remember, the more conspicuous the place, the better, after you’re done, invite him to a food stall! You can take a bath, knock bones or something, remember to post it beautifully.”

"Understood..." After Yan Qing took Zhuo Yi's money, he left.

He weighed it secretly in his hand, and glanced at it again. There are five bundles, that is, there are about 50 yuan. If you find these migrant workers and gangsters to put up posters, you can get rid of them by giving each person 300 yuan, which is only 10 yuan. If not, it doesn’t cost much to eat and take a bath, and the material cost of printing posters may cost more than [-] yuan, so I can still earn tens of thousands of yuan!This guy was secretly refreshed.

Secretly sighed, the big boss is the big boss, he is so generous!If you were the former general manager, you must ask the accountant to record every expense carefully. If you want to make some money, hey, go to the bottom of the well to fish for the moon!

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"Okay, the photo posters have been shot. Everyone changed their clothes and changed into casual clothes." Zhuo Yi said with a smile, finally the first part, he from later generations knows the importance of advertising.Then seeing the little Jewish Zhou Huimin secretly caressing a few beautiful necklaces in the makeup box, Zhuo Yi felt quite powerless, why is this little girl so greedy for money.

"Little Jew, put the jewelry back quickly, take off the one around your neck and put it in, the photo has been taken, you don't feel heavy with such a heavy necklace! If one is missing, I will have someone remove it from you." It will be deducted from the salary." Zhuo Yi threatened.

"Hmph!" Zhou Huimin, a little Jew who was a money fan, pouted with a bright red mouth.Bai Zhuoyi said, "Stingy boss, every time he scares people with his salary, I will change jobs one day." As if feeling that his tone was not good enough, he wrinkled his face again, pretending to be vicious.Loudly said: "I will really change jobs."

Zhuo Yi sneered, among all the music companies in Hong Kong, the employee treatment of 'Dingfengbo Image' is definitely one of the best, it's no wonder that Zhou Huimin, a budget-conscious little money fan, would change jobs.

"Okay, okay, the time is urgent, everyone will follow me to Lao Xu's office right now, I have something to arrange." Zhuo Yi sternly said loudly.

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'Dingfengbo Image' general manager's office.

"Jiaju, this concert. I plan to let your band sing five songs, three old songs, two new songs, three old songs, you make up your own mind, choose what you are best at, and I will do the new song for you now Write." Zhuo Yi picked up a guitar and said.

"There's a new song?" Huang Jiaju and the guys in his band nodded like chickens pecking at rice, and they were so happy to hang out with the boss.Zhuo Yi's musical talent, they have personal experience.They started to become popular by relying on the lyrics and music compiled by Zhuo Yi. They understand very well what it means to compose lyrics and music by Zhuo Yi himself.

Zhang Xueyou felt bitter in his heart, the direct line is the direct line!It's not like me who just jumped over from another job, and my parents don't love me.This guy never thinks that his singing skills are inferior to others. What he is inferior to is luck and the songs that suit him. How can a singer who sings other people's songs all day long have a bright future? Make a song.I can definitely soar into the sky and let the whole Hong Kong know my ability.

But Zhuo Yi's composition of lyrics and music is also very strange!Why not sit down at the desk, pick up a pen, a guitar, play, try, and write?How about just taking a guitar and going to the small singing stage?

"I don't have time to help you compose and fill in the lyrics section by section. Let me write songs for you in another way! You all concentrate on memorizing, remembering every line of lyrics, every transition, and every tune I sang, You guys are unlucky if you don’t remember, I’ll sing it again.” Zhuo Yi had just finished speaking before playing the guitar in his hand.

Suddenly, a wonderful sound came from the guitar...,

"An opponent who cannot be modified

bring out the warmth is always behind

Even if wordy, always pay attention

I don't know how to cherish, I feel too guilty

addicted to scales she doesn't appreciate

Mother's love never gives up

determined to rush heart struggle

Dear kindness can always be repaid"

When Zhuoyi's voice sounded, everyone listened closely to really feel Zhuoyi's superb singing skills. Zhuoyi's voice was so thick and strong, like intoxicating liquor...

However, what is really shocking to everyone is what Zhuo Yi just said, to write songs in a different way. Is this the way to write songs in 'Eleventh'? There is no need to repeatedly test, write, and audition repeatedly, and you don't need to think hard Is there a main theme?Don't you need to spin, find the rhythm, and think hard about the lyrics line by line?

Do geniuses write songs like this?Zhang Xueyou, Chen Huixian, and Lin Yilian stared wide-eyed. If they were just admiring the musical talent of 'Eleventh' at the beginning, they are now worshiping and worshiping. This is amazing, isn't it? When he sang the first line, he already thought of the second line, and then he thought of the third line when he sang the second line, and so on, until he finished singing the last line?What an agile and flexible brain this requires!

But soon, Zhang Xueyou and the others overthrew their guess just now, because Zhuo Yi's lyrics are all linking the past and the future, with profound artistic conception, it is impossible to hold Buddha's feet temporarily, finish one sentence and then do the next sentence. Such coherent lyrics can only It can be written in one go, that is to say, "Eleventh" is the moment when the guitar is played, and all the tunes and all the lyrics of the whole song are thought of at that moment.

Is this still a human head?Zhang Xueyou and the others were beyond shocked. For the first time, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness towards a person. Perhaps, all geniuses are like this!

Zhou Huimin didn't think too much about it, Xiao Nizi held her heart in both hands, stared at Zhuo Yi who was singing excitedly, Huang Jiaju and the others were of course very shocked, but they didn't dare to think too much, and carefully remembered Zhuo Yi Every tune, every line of lyrics.

Zhuo Yi's voice suddenly became high-pitched.

"It's your warm eyes

Teach me to be firm and look forward

Told me not to give up when I fall

I can't explain how to repay my kindness

The generosity of love is infinite

Please allow me to say I really love you. "

......,

Sure enough, Zhuo Yi didn't lie, he sang it once and then stopped, which made Zhang Xueyou and others feel satisfied.This song "Really Love You" was originally a Cantonese song that Zhuo Yi liked very much in later generations. At this time, when he sang it in front of the original creator, Zhuo Yi, a thick-skinned guy, didn't blush at all, especially looking at Huang Jiaju Waiting for the adoring eyes of others, this guy is quite enjoyable.

"Remember it all! Go to the music creation room to practice by yourself. Don't change the general direction. You can add more concentrated percussion instrument accompaniment to strengthen the rhythm, and then assign the libretto yourself. Whoever sings that part, anyway, you go to grind it yourself !" Zhuo Yi paused and said: "Hurry up! You can copy down the lyrics first, and then practice slowly, remember that you only have one hour, and after one hour, I will make another new song for you. "

"Ah? An hour?" Huang Jiaju and the others were surprised, and cried out inwardly: "You think we are you! You want to practice a song in an hour, and we are not gods." Those who dared to say this immediately said with a straight face: "Understood, we will practice hard."

Quickly grabbed a piece of white paper and a black pen beside him and ran to the music room, shouting while running: "Teach me to look forward with determination...,"

"Okay, Zhang Xueyou." Zhuo Yi turned his head and said.

When Zhang Xueyou heard Zhuo Yi calling his name, he almost jumped up excitedly, "It's my turn, it's my turn, it's finally my turn. As long as Zhuo Yi also writes a song for himself, that's enough. Too many people in the music circle Many singers become famous with one song, as long as Zhuo Yi writes a famous song for himself, he will be satisfied."

"Zhang Xueyou, go downstairs and buy me a pack of cigarettes..." It's a pity that what Zhuo Yi said was not what Zhang Xueyou dreamed of.

"Ah??, what??" Zhang Xueyou said distressedly.I thought I heard wrong.

Zhuo Yi repeated it again, twisting Zhang Xueyou's sweet dreams to nothing. "Hurry up, you only have 10 minutes, I am addicted to cigarettes, within 10 minutes, if I can't smoke a cigarette, I will kill someone."

"Understood," Zhang Xueyou said weakly, and left the office like a wandering soul.

Next, Zhuoyi once again explained to the three women what is a genius and what is a real musical genius.

Zhuo Yi wrote Lin Yilian's famous songs "At Least You", "When Love Is Gone" and a very passionate song "Crazy" in advance. In a short period of time, three more famous songs were born .

As for Chen Huixian, because Zhuo Yi already made a few songs, Zhuo Yi didn't bother anymore. He only made one "Night Machine" and stopped making new songs.

Zhou Huimin looked at Zhuo Yi with red eyes, she was really sad at the moment, Zhuo Yi, a flirtatious man, was in vain for getting up so early this morning to help him buy breakfast, but he ran a long, long way. The cheapest ones bought at Qiji' have delicious fried ghosts and the most delicious lean meat porridge.

This guy doesn't remember her kindness at all, hum!I will ignore him from now on.

"Eleventh, can't you really write a song for me too?" Zhou Huimin saw that the mist was about to condense in his eye sockets, pursed his mouth, and had a pitiful little appearance that had suffered a lot of resentment, which was annoying. Very sympathetic. (To be continued..)