The legend of rebirth

Chapter 149 Practical Lessons

Chenxi District, Tianjing City, Sohu Network Company Building, reception room on the [-]th floor.

Zhai Zhiyong, editor-in-chief of Sohu Entertainment, stretched out his hand and warmly shook hands with the visitor: "Mr. Xiong, I didn't expect you to come here."

Xiong Pinggui, deputy general manager of Universal Entertainment, still had such a bright smile on his face: "Editor Zhai, these days, I'm really sorry for you. Xiong should come to the door to thank you."

"President Xiong is polite, please sit down."

When the host and guest are seated, it is inevitable to exchange pleasantries. After a few words, Zhai Zhiyong sighed: "Mr. Xiong, to tell you the truth, I feel a little guilty for posting these recent articles. Ye Luo, a young man, I actually admire him a lot.”

"Editor Zhai doesn't need to worry too much." Xiong Pinggui said with a smile, "This young man is not very simple. But when it comes to musical talent, there are still some doubts after all. We can't rule out the possibility that he was packaged by Dream Records. Now he And firmly control Chu Mo'er, so that hundreds of millions of advertising endorsements can't be operated there, we have no choice but to do this."

Xiong Pinggui paused, and then said: "Besides, I have read the editor-in-chief Zhai's article, and I just analyzed the possibility. There is still room for it."

While chatting, a young editor in the editorial department suddenly pushed open the door of the living room.

"What's the matter?" Seeing this flustered editor, Zhai Zhiyong suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Editor-in-chief! Ye Luo released a new song!" The young editor's face turned pale, "And it's in the form of an MV!"

"Cut in right away!" Zhai Zhiyong picked up the remote control on the table and turned on the digital TV in the living room.

Xiong Pinggui's expression also changed, and he looked up at the TV screen.

After waiting for a while, the stereo in the living room began to blare the piano's vigorous percussion, followed by a loud opening music, and the sound waves exploded in the entire living room.

On the screen, the words "produced by Ye Luo" first appeared, and then the title of the song appeared: "Exaggerated".

……

After 5 minutes, the screen dimmed.

Xiong Pinggui and Zhai Zhiyong in the living room were silent and did not speak for a long time.

After a while, Zhai Zhiyong took a quiet look at Xiong Pinggui, his lips moved, and he was about to say something, but he sighed and swallowed it back.

Xiong Pinggui was silent for a while, raised his hand, took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, took out one, and just passed it to his lips to light it, suddenly remembered that there was Zhai Zhiyong by his side, and hurriedly handed the cigarettes in his hand to this editor in chief.

It has been two years since Zhai Zhiyong quit smoking, but at this time he did not shirk, and reached out to take the cigarette.

For a while, the living room was filled with smoke and sorrowful clouds.

After the two cigarettes were finished, Xiong Pinggui gradually regained his previous fighting spirit in his dazed eyes. He coughed softly and said, "Editor Zhai, if this is the case, we can do this..."

"Do you want to continue?" Zhai Zhiyong looked at the vice president of Universal Entertainment in disbelief, thinking that you are too generous, and interrupted quickly, "When his new song came out, we treated him a lot earlier. The most basic point of questioning, the issue of his musical talent, has been overturned. If our media continues to attack him on the basis of rumors, we will be stabbed in the spine!"

The more Zhai Zhiyong talked, the more excited he became, he almost patted the table.

"No, I mean..." Xiong Pinggui was about to say something, but the phone in his arms rang. He took it out to check the number, but his face changed.

"I'm sorry, Editor-in-Chief Zhai, I have to answer a very important call." Xiong Pinggui got up and said.

"Then I won't give it away." Zhai Zhiyong said immediately, in his eyes, the current Vice President Xiong has already been equated with the God of Plague.

……

Shangdu Conservatory of Music, the teaching building of the Composition Department, it is the lunch break at noon.

In normal times, at this point, there are almost no composition departments for girls. The male students in the third year, if they have girlfriends, mostly flirt with them on the grass in the school's major gardens. Phone, see if you can catch one nearby.

If it is really boring, then sleep on the desk.

Of course, there are also some top students who are still reading, such as the monitor, Guo Zhen, and Ye Luo in the past.

But today, Class 10 of the [-]th Composer Class is not the same as before.

Because the head of the department, Professor Niu Xueyi, didn't return to the office at noon, and was sitting quietly behind the podium right now.

With Professor Niu in charge, none of the students in the class dared to run away, their buttocks seemed to be nailed to the classroom seats.

"Sit down honestly for me, and I'll make up a practical lesson for you." Niu Xueyi said lightly, "You brats have received three years of professional training, and the things in the textbooks can be regarded as good. Seven, seven, eight, eight. But the written songs, except for Guo Zhen's, can barely be heard, and the others can't be listened to."

"Hey, Professor Niu, even if you don't come, we will still be waiting for Ye Luo's new song. Everyone is looking forward to it." Guo Zhen, who was sitting in the front row, said with a smile.

"Hmph, if I don't come, you just watch the fun, can you see the doorway?" Niu Xueyi was talking calmly, and Guo Zhen, who had been refreshing his phone, suddenly said excitedly: "There is movement! Ye Luo is here The boy posted a song on Weibo! I rub it, it’s actually a link to a video, this time it’s an MV!”.

While speaking, Guo Zhen took out a tablet computer from the desk.

Guo Zhen took the lead, and the other students took out their mobile phones, tablets, and notebooks, and connected to the Internet with great skill.

"Damn it, the internet speed is so slow! It takes a long time to start a Weibo!"

"Nimma, there are too many people downloading around here! The amount of data is too large, and the network is busy!"

"Nonsense, this is a teaching building, and the signal here is already weak."

"Ye Luo is such a cheater. There is only a repost link on Weibo. How can we go to video sites with this broken internet speed?"

"We started too slowly, and the internet speed was taken away by others."

"Professor, what should I do?" Guo Zhen said to Niu Xueyi in tears, "I can't see it, how can I take this class?"

Niu Xueyi looked at the noisy students in the classroom, calmly took out his mobile phone, and connected the mobile phone to the multimedia system with a data cable: "I come to class, will I not prepare teaching materials?"

"Huh? Professor Niu, you are so good at surfing the Internet? You downloaded it so soon?" Guo Zhen looked surprised.

"Nonsense, that kid Ye Luo sent it to me 10 minutes ago." Niu Xueyi rolled his eyes at Guo Zhen: "I asked him for a song, how dare he refuse to give it? Let's take a look."

A few minutes later, there was a roar in the classroom of Composition Class 10, Class [-].

"I wipe it, it's sour!"

"Sharp!"

"Awesome!"

"Too embarrassing for our class!"

"Quiet!" Niu Xueyi stared again, "It's class! Since you agreed, Guo Zhen, tell me, what's so good about this song?"

Guo Zhen stood up and said: "This song is in the style of rock and roll. The good thing is that it perfectly combines the wild and unruly attitude of rock and roll with the meaning of the lyrics, and his arrangement..."

"These are not the key points." Niu Xueyi shook his head and interrupted, "The best part of this song is not in the technique, but in the occasion.

Students in our composition department not only need to write songs, but also write suitable songs under certain circumstances.

When there are limitations in the proposition, or when there are special circumstances, can you compose music and write lyrics freely? This requires not only a very profound musical literacy, but also a state of mind that is as calm as water.

And this is the biggest gap between you and Ye Luo now.

Although this song is called "Flastic", if the mentality is really flamboyant, it is impossible to write this song. "

……

Ulsan Community, twelve o'clock at noon.

After "Flastic" was sent out, a table of people began to eat lunch.

"After dinner, let's continue reading." Ye Luo said, "I know that the outside world has been very noisy in the past few days. Although you pretended not to care in front of me, you were actually somewhat affected, such as Xiuyun, You’ve been reading it for three days, but you’ve been reading the first ten pages.”

Li Xiuyun blushed pretty, but said nothing.

Ye Luo continued: "However, I think that after today, at least Universal will be quieter, and everyone can rest assured to review. I will say hello to Rob, and I don't need to go to the bar for the time being. I will finish the final exam first. "

……

"He spoke lightly."

At eleven o'clock at night, Wang Nicole was curled up on the small bed in her room, sitting with her legs crossed, with a laptop on her lap, her fleshy fingers were operating on it, and she muttered, "Read carefully, Prepare for the exam well and don’t be disturbed, Barabara. The others are fine, how can I have this spare time! I want to keep an eye on his Weibo, and I also want to host the MV that is currently on the Leshi video website Mo'er, this boyfriend of yours is a typical hands-off shopkeeper."

Chu Mo'er was sitting quietly at the end of the bed, slowly turned over a page of the book, raised her head to look at Wang Nicole, and said with a slight smile: "Then why don't you worry about these things? Ye Luo didn't let You stare at it all the time. You are restless, and you still have to blame others."

"Doesn't matter?" Wang Nicole drew a big circle around her with both hands, "Look at the people in this big house, they are all counting on him now. He looks confident, but I feel a little False."

"What's wrong?" Chu Mo'er asked.

"Money!" Wang Nicole said, "I don't worry about Ye Luo's talent and character at all. But making music is actually very difficult to make money. I asked my old man for a few days. He told me , with the prosperity of the Internet in recent years, dissemination of music on the Internet is too convenient, and piracy is also rampant. Therefore, at present, major record companies in China, including Universal Entertainment and Dream Records, are actually losing money in the process of releasing records .”

"Are they all losing money?" Chu Mo'er blinked her beautiful eyes, a little unbelievable, "How could this happen?"

(End of this chapter)