entertainment giant

Chapter 169 Audition
It was already evening when I got home, and after dinner, Chen Yun received a call from Giger.

"Boss, I just sent away three production crews from South Korea today, and the company can only pull out one production crew to shoot for the time being. Should we continue to hone the production crew, or start making blockbuster films?"

Chen Yun had a flash of inspiration. When he was filming "Vampire Romance", he always felt that his employees were not very commanded, and they were procrastinating in order to do things. He wanted to set up his own crew for a long time. Zhi, isn't this a gift from God to him?
"No need, I have a new film to start shooting in a few days, so let them stand by."

Big movies can make a lot of money, and small movies can make a lot of money. This is a common phenomenon in the film industry, but not everyone can make a big movie, just like "Vampire Romance", there are many big fight scenes in it, and it takes Chen Yun more than half a year to shoot. Replacing Spielberg, it may only take two or three months to get it done. The longer it is delayed, the more funds will be needed. Chen Yun desperately spent more than 2 million yuan to release "Vampire Love".

A movie without big-name stars still needs to spend more than 2 million yuan. It is conceivable how wasteful Chen Yun is.He doesn't feel heartache no matter how much he spends his own money, but if someone else spends it for him, his heartache will be terribly painful.

"Ok."

After the simple call with Giger, Chen Yun sat on the sofa and fell into deep thought. What kind of style does he want to make the album?What do you want to express?
An Ruisi, who was sitting next to him, gently smoothed his frowning brows, and said softly, "Have you encountered any difficulties? Tell us and let's discuss it together, change your mind, maybe you can figure it out."

"Hmm..." Chen Yun looked at An Ruisi, and told him about the troubles of the album. He really needed someone to help him make up his mind, and his mind was in a mess.

"Why do you have to think of these things? In order, just solve them one by one. You ask your heart, what kind of music do you want to make the most, and then expand based on it, if it can't be accommodated, Put it in the second album, so that two albums can be solved at once.”

Chen Yun pondered for a long time, and nodded in agreement with An Ruisi's words. The passion of the World Cup is over, so the passionate song can be put aside for now.The pursuit of glory is going on all the time, and it will not fade away because of the song. If so, then choose some songs that can comfort the soul and calm the mind.

After determining the route of the album, the next step is to choose the songs. At this time, he scratched his head, because he didn't know that those songs would sound the way he wanted, so he couldn't start.

The next day, Chen Yun came to the company early, and quickly selected a musical instrument before everyone came over. He carefully studied the "Heart Sutra" sung by the mysterious website. In addition to the chorus of a group of people, there were bells, The sounds of cymbals and wooden fishes are two types of musical instruments.

The musical instrument room is complete with various musical instruments arranged in an orderly manner. Chen Yun tried one by one, and finally found two musical instruments that he felt, one was the flute and the other was the saxophone.

After choosing the instrument, the company was almost full. John curiously took the flute, which was almost one meter long, and looked at it over and over again, "How do you play this instrument? It's very strange, are you sure you want to use it for an album? "

William held the saxophone and said excitedly: "Saxophone, are you going to use the saxophone to make an album? My favorite is the sound of the saxophone, which is melodious and profound."

Chen Yun held the flute in his left hand and the saxophone in his right hand, "It is preliminarily confirmed that it is the two, which one it is, we still need to see the effect, you guys continue to record songs, I will go out for a stroll."

After finishing speaking, before they could react, he walked out of the company like flying.

Wearing big sunglasses, an old hat, and a big saxophone case, Chen Yun came to an underground passage near the company and lowered his hat for fear that someone would recognize him.

At this time, it was already past the working hours, and there were not many people. People often passed by in twos and threes. Chen Yun leaned against the wall, took out a long flute, took a breath, and brought the flute to his mouth.

"Woo~~"

There was a low, weeping, whimpering sound coming out of it, but the low sound could be distinguished at once from the noisy voice, it was pleasant to hear, but not harsh.

Chen Yun thought of those who died in the earthquake, thought of those children who died of hunger, thought of those civilians who died in war, thought of those soldiers who never regretted their lives for their country, and thought of those who died in various unfortunate accidents. Birth, old age, sickness and death that happened around me were integrated into the song one by one.

A desolate and sad aura centered on Chen Yun, spreading quietly to the surroundings. The originally bustling underground passage gradually fell silent, leaving only the faint echo of the flute.

A pair of father and son who just stepped into the underground passage, suddenly heard the sound of the flute from the air. For a moment, they seemed to have returned to the day of the funeral of their wife and mother. There were many relatives and friends in black standing around, shrouded in sadness. In the hearts of the people, it lasted for a long time, a gust of wind blew by, and the sound of sobbing flutes came from the wind, a white soul rose from the coffin, and greeted them with a smile, the smile was very peaceful, Relief, it seems to let go of a worry.

The soul rose higher and higher, and a door was born out of thin air above, and there was a faint sense of happiness and laughter inside.

There, is heaven!

There, is the bliss of the West!

There, is the destination of all souls!

The sound of the flute is like the messenger of the wind. With the wind, it gently tells the world about heaven and the kingdom of heaven.

On the busy road, everyone parked their cars unconsciously, opened the windows and listened quietly to the humming in the air, without the roar of the engine or the horn of the car, everyone could hear it more clearly, and they fell into it.

In the J&V company in the Rockefeller Building, John, who was in the recording studio, suddenly had his ears perked up. He stood still for a while, and asked William next to him suspiciously: "William, did you hear the sound coming from the sky just now? I seem to hear a burst of sound. whimper."

"No, maybe you are in a trance and have auditory hallucinations." William was about to take the opportunity to tease a few words, when suddenly a rich look appeared on his face, and he heard it too. "I heard that too."

"What's going on? Did you hear the sound?"

"I heard it, did you hear it too?"

"Hmm, yes, the sound of whimpering is very slight."

John and William came out, and the conversations of the employees came into their ears. The two looked at each other and smiled wryly. They knew that Chen Yun must be trying out songs somewhere. Except for Chen Yun, they couldn't think of any reason.

Now that they knew the reason, the two came to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and what they saw was the dead and silent city below. They shook their heads, pulled up the chairs, and squinted their eyes to quietly enjoy Chen Yun's new song.

With Chen Yun as the center, within a range of thousands of meters, there was only the sound of the wind, and the sound of weeping flutes. The outside was full of heat and the sound was endless, but the circle was silent, with no vehicles driving.

The sound of the flute stopped, and the father and son standing at the entrance of the underground passage woke up and felt their faces were wet, and when they wiped them with their hands, there were tears.

"Dad, I just saw my mother go to heaven, is this true?"

Looking down at his son who was also in tears, the father nodded vigorously: "Yes, she has gone to heaven, we have to live a good life, she can see us in heaven."

His eyes looked towards the blue sky far away, where someone he cared about was smiling and staring at them.

Hope you are well in heaven!
(End of this chapter)