The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 106: Opportunity to Show Mercy

When Li Yunxin and Angela came into contact under unexpected circumstances, other people were not idle either. For example, little Fan Ye finally asked someone out again.

The reason is very simple: you are the lyricist and composer of "Blue and White Porcelain", so of course you have to follow up when I record this song.

"No, to be honest, Sister Bingbing, I've never heard of a composer having to follow up on the production." Xu Jiuyang complained on the way there.

"Who asked you to provide the simplified musical notation?" Little Fan Ye shrugged.

"What's wrong with Jianpu? Did Jianpu eat your rice?" Xu Jiuyang became more and more unhappy.

"Hey, I'll take you to see it for yourself. Don't you need connections to work in advertising?" Little Fan Ye appeared calm on the surface, but she was actually very depressed in her heart.

We just met and we started the routine. No matter how much I scolded him or how much I coaxed him, he wouldn't be able to stop.

"I work in advertising..." Xu Jiuyang wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed.

"Don't be like this, I'll show you something good." Little Fan Ye sighed in her heart, took out her wallet from her handbag, opened it and handed it to him.

"This is... when you were a child." He asked puzzledly, looking at the childhood photo inside.

"This is my sister. Isn't she cute?" Little Fan Ye said proudly.

"You... peat?!" Xu Jiuyang's eyes widened, and his tone of voice changed. "You have a... sister?!"

"Yes, my mother got pregnant two years ago and even paid a large fine." Little Fan Ye couldn't help but shake her head. "Before, I wanted to have a child but didn't dare. Now that I have money and am not afraid of fines, I started having children."

"Yeah, it's Shandong Province..." Xu Jiuyang laughed, "It's a pity that he's not my younger brother."

"A younger sister is better, why do you need a younger brother?" Little Fan Ye rolled her eyes at him. Seeing that he was in a better mood, she tried to hold his arm again. "Let me tell you, no matter what you do in the future, it's better to have connections than not. It's not bad to go along and see for yourself."

Xu Jiuyang pulled away but couldn't move, so he could only say helplessly: "Thank you, Sister Bingbing."

It’s really not easy. Little Fan Ye rolled her eyes in her heart and worried about her possible bleak future.

Without them, it would have been a lot of effort to keep him by my side. Now that they are with me, I'm lucky enough to be able to catch him.

The car soon arrived at Baihua Recording Studio. This recording studio, established in 81, is currently the best in Beijing. Fan Bingbing recorded her first two albums here, and this time is no exception.

The difference is that this time she spent a lot of money... It can't be said to be a lot of money. The actors in Hong Kong lowered their prices and moved north, and the producers in Hong Kong did the same, and Huang Zhan was no exception.

"Oh my, I haven't seen you for a few days. Xiaoyanzi is still so beautiful." The sixty-year-old old man still laughs all day long, and his Mandarin is quite good.

"Uncle Zhan, you're too kind," Little Fan Ye smiled and nodded, then introduced Xu Jiuyang to him, "This is my friend, and the composer of 'Blue and White Porcelain'."

"Hello, Uncle Zhan." Xu Jiuyang shook hands with Huang Zhan respectfully, which was rare.

"You're quite young, no wonder you can write such a song," Huang Zhan said, observing him curiously. "Don't think I'm praising you. The lyrics are really mediocre. They're so focused on rhyming and building up the imagery, completely forgetting the ancient aesthetic of leaving blank space. The music is passable, but, little one, where's your musical notation?"

"No, I wrote it in simplified musical notation." Xu Jiuyang spread out his hands.

"Are you a genius?" Huang Zhan asked exaggeratedly.

"Uncle Zhan, don't be like this." Xu Jiuyang showed a helpless expression.

"No, this song is only average in my opinion, but considering you're so young, I can give it an above-average rating," Huang Zhan shook his head. "Now, tell me, you wrote it in simplified notation..."

Xu Jiuyang quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, Uncle Chan, I really like the song 'Swordsman'. Did you write it for that person?"

"Which one?" Huang Zhan was puzzled.

"Dongfang Bubai." Xu Jiuyang replied with a smile.

It took Huang Zhan several seconds to understand who "Dongfang Bubai" was referring to. He immediately coughed violently, pointed his finger at him in annoyance, and then went about his own business angrily.

Although she had already seen this scene in the simulation last night, Little Fan Ye still found it amusing. Not everyone could block this Uncle Chan like this. Of course, she still had to pretend to be nice, so she stepped forward and tugged at the corner of Xu Jiuyang's clothes: "What are you doing?"

"It's okay," Xu Jiuyang said unconcernedly. "Although Uncle Zhan may be a bit awkward in some matters, his professionalism is impeccable."

He didn't try to disguise his voice at all, so much so that Huang Zhan, who was giving instructions to the studio staff, turned around and said, "I'm very unhappy now, little one, your flattery is useless."

"Yes, yes," Xu Jiuyang said with a smile, "Uncle Chan is very happy that you can flatter him, but he doesn't like the tone of your words just now."

Although the people present didn't understand the joke, the funny tone still made many people laugh.

"Xiaoyanzi, see? Don't look for a man with such a smooth talk." Huang Zhan was not angry and said this to Xiao Fan Ye.

"It's no use looking for one, Uncle Chan. He already has a girlfriend, and I wouldn't even want her even if I offered to pay for her." Not only was Little Fan Ye's tone full of grievance, but her eyes when she glanced at Xu Jiuyang were also full of grievance.

Xu Jiuyang scratched his face in embarrassment, while the other staff members opened their eyes wide, with a look of "is this real or not?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll introduce you to a better one later!" Huang Zhan said immediately.

"Uncle Chan, you'd better hurry up... Ouch!" Xu Jiuyang gasped as he was pinched, and then he burst into laughter. The recording studio was filled with a happy atmosphere for a moment.

This incident did not disturb the recording. Although it took an entire afternoon, the progress was quite good. Huang Zhan even praised Fan Bingbing as being one of the top amateur singers.

"How did you practice?" Xu Jiuyang asked curiously in private.

"What do you mean by how to practice?" Little Fan Ye asked calmly while drinking water.

"I've listened to your first two albums, and they're just average, but the one you recorded today sounds quite good." Xu Jiuyang said seriously.

Nonsense! In the past few years, whenever I had some free time, I would practice singing in the simulation! Little Fan Ye hummed inwardly and puffed out her chest: "Of course, if you don't advance, you will retreat. If you work hard, you will make progress. Once I decide on something, I will definitely do it!"

"Go ahead, go ahead." Xu Jiuyang gave a thumbs up, but he still felt that he was being sarcastic.

"By the way, there is something. Can you help me convey it to Uncle Chan?" he said again.

"What happened?" Little Fan Ye was curious. This was something that had not been simulated.

Well, for some reason, the accuracy of his behavior in the simulation became lower and lower, so she naturally wouldn't interact with him strictly according to the simulation content, so it was normal for unexpected situations to occur.

"He has been coughing all day, and he's always smoking and drinking. I think it's necessary for him to get a lung check-up." Xu Jiuyang said quite seriously.

"Don't worry about that. After the recording is completed in the next two days, I will take him for a comprehensive physical examination." Little Fan Ye said immediately.

"Ah?" Xu Jiuyang was puzzled.

"Before the New Year, I set up a record company. Now I am ready to start it and need a music consultant. I plan to ask him to be the consultant. Of course, I have to take him for a physical examination." said little Fan Ye.

Now is a good opportunity to show some favor to Huang Zhan.

　I took the time to watch Detective Chinatown 1900, and I have to say that Chen Gou is a very qualified commercial director and producer.

　　The key to a good commercial film is how to rhythmically arouse the audience's emotions and keep them following the plot within the running time.

　　The rhythm, performance, costumes, props, and montage all serve this purpose.

　　The rhythm of Detective Chinatown 1900 is acceptable most of the time, it is loose when necessary and tight when necessary, and the transitions are also smooth, so the audience can easily follow the rhythm of the plot without thinking that something seems wrong here or that something seems bad there.

　　Of course, commercial films have a common problem, or rather, a common problem of commercial films that lack polish. You can't think too much about it after watching it. If you think about it carefully, there are still many obvious loopholes.

　　But overall it's really good. At least I can get the emotional outburst of Fei Yanggu and his crew. It's like a piece of chocolate, the kind that will kill a dog if it eats it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)