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"Well!"

Jiangnan was startled.

On the way from the Central Academy of Drama, I was so focused on how to make my first fortune off my former boss, Chen Jiantian, that I didn't even notice the person behind me.

Turning my head, I saw it was Wang Fei.

Jiangnan then took out his wallet from his back pocket, took out 1000 yuan, and handed it to her.

"What do you mean?"

Wang Fei felt insulted.

He wanted to buy the song at market price, but this guy just pulled out 1000 yuan and handed it to him...

Isn't the meaning obvious?

"Sister, stop messing around! I'd rather give you 1000 yuan than let you know you're completely unworthy of this song."

"Sister Fei, this is money your agent gave me to go to the hospital for treatment, but I'm completely cured now and don't need the money anymore, so I'm returning it to its rightful owner."

Regardless of whether Wang Fei wanted it or not, Jiang Nan stuffed the money into her hand and said:

"Fei-jie, I've heard your songs, it's the album 'Stubbornly Unrepentant'."

Your voice is delicate and light, without any heavy or muddy feeling in the chest, and has a floating quality that makes it seem to be "floating in the air". The timbre is cold, clean and clear, like ice crystals and flowing clouds, with a strong sense of detachment. In terms of recognizability, it is a unique existence in the Chinese music scene.

The original true voice range covers E3 to A5, and the mixed voice extends to G5, offering a wide vocal range suitable for all genres including lyrical, psychedelic, rock, electronic, and traditional opera styles.

At this point, Jiang Nan suddenly paused and said, "But, the song 'Single Love Song' really doesn't suit you."

"..."

Wang Fei was a little shocked!

The guy in front of me talks about music with an almost overly professional air, just like his teacher, Dai Sicong.

So, suppressing her earlier displeasure, she asked, "What kind of song do you think would suit me?"

  

no way!

With the huge success of her music album "Unwavering Obsession," which achieved four platinum sales in Hong Kong alone, Wang Fei has begun to make a name for herself in the music scene.

However, if you want to stay popular for a long time, you must find your niche and find music that suits you.

Why insist on holding onto Dou Wei?

First, he is young and handsome; when he stands on stage and tosses his long hair, he is very attractive to girls. Second, he is very talented and can help her in her music career.

And the boy in front of me...

She seems to understand herself even better than Dou Wei.

"Um…"

Jiangnan hesitated for a moment, then began to sing:

My Sky

Why are my eyes covered in wet tears?

My Sky

Why does my face always look so gray?

Drifting on the other side of the world

Jiangnan stopped after singing only three lines of lyrics, not because she didn't remember the song, but because words had reappeared above Wang Fei's head.

Wang Fei

He's an excellent smoker; he can blow eight smoke rings from a single puff of cigarette. Should you try to get this skill?

Holy crap…

Upon seeing this, Jiangnan almost burst out laughing in anger.

Novels are all lies!

In my past life, I read novels on Qidian.com. The protagonists of those novels, whether they were reborn or transmigrated, either had a system by their side, or a grandfather by their side, or at the very least, they carried a warehouse with them.

But in the real world, why is the cheat ability of being reborn into the human world so boring?

This morning, Wang Fei's skill was that she hadn't won a single hand of mahjong in 47 days; by the afternoon, she had become someone who could blow eight smoke rings while smoking.

However, this also made Jiang Nan realize one thing: as long as he helped the other party, he could use one of the other party's skills.

Wang Fei is like this, and so is Li Yapeng.

Thinking of this, Jiangnan silently uttered "薅" (a sound of greed).

The moment this thought crossed his mind, he felt a sudden numbness in his mouth, as if he had smoked hundreds or thousands of cigarettes.

"Hey, sing!"

Wang Fei was thoroughly enjoying the song, feeling as if it were tailor-made for her. But the boy in front of her stopped singing after only three lines.

"Sister Fei, I'm sorry, these lyrics and melody are something I came up with by chance when I saw the distant sky on my way to school."

As for whether I can finish writing this song? That depends on whether I have any inspiration recently.

Jiang Nan scratched his head, gave a simple smile, and turned to Chen Jiantian, who had been standing by watching the show, and said, "Mr. Chen, what do you think of my songwriting and singing skills? If they are, I would like to sign with your company as a singer."

"Then...why don't you come in and talk?"

Looking at Jiangnan and then at Wang Fei, who was muttering to herself, Chen Jiantian was the first to enter the room.

……

8001号房

It's quite messy, but it also has a sense of hardship and frugality.

Near the door, there was a desk with a guitar next to it. A handsome-looking but arrogant boy was composing music at the desk.

Inside the desk was a row of sofas, and on the sofas sat a Sony dual-cassette recorder. The demos recorded by the singers signed to Star Production Company were basically all made using this recorder.

In front of the sofa was a simple music keyboard, which Zheng Jun used when he was polishing his first album.

Below the music keyboard, there is a second-hand bass. This bass has no resonating cabinet; the vibration of the strings is converted into electrical signals by the pickups. It can only produce sound when plugged into an amplifier/sound card; it is almost inaudible without being plugged in.

Next to the music keyboard, there is a drum set, which is also second-hand. Neither the owner, Chen Jiantian, nor Zheng Jun, the only singer currently signed by Red Star Production Company, pay much attention to it.

It's used to test the arrangement of music and standardize the drum beats.

"Can you play the drums?"

Jiangnan, who had just returned from his rebirth, was looking around at the various facilities in the room. The arrogant boy who had been composing music at his desk just moments before suddenly spoke up.

"I know a little bit!" Jiang Nan smiled.

"Where's the music keyboard?" Zheng Jun continued to ask.

"I know a little bit!" Jiang Nan said with a smile again.

"Acoustic guitar, bass, flute, erhu, piano, and two electric guitars?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Nan frowned and thought for a moment.

"I can play a little bit of everything, but I'm better at the erhu because my sister's grandfather was an exceptionally good erhu player. When I was little, I learned a lot from him."

wipe…

Zheng Jun wanted to swear.

That's such a boast, I almost believed it.

Judging from your appearance, you're at most seventeen or eighteen years old. How is it possible for a seventeen or eighteen-year-old to be able to play any musical instrument?

Thinking of this, Zheng Jun picked up the electric bass from the ground and handed it to Jiang Nan.

"Hey bro, how about you let me see what you're capable of? I've got some skills, see what level you're at?"

"no problem!"

Jiangnan agreed and took the secondhand electric bass from the guy.

He had made meticulous plans on his way here.

In his past life, Chen Jiantian's favorite song was "Single Love Song." Whether at a roadside music stall or in a karaoke bar, it was a must-sing song for him.

So Jiangnan chose to use this song to move him.

In his past life, Chen Jiantian's favorite singers were those with songwriting abilities, whether it was Zheng Jun, Xu Wei, the Cobra Band, or the Beyond Band, Wang Fei, and the Black Panther Band that he signed in his early days.

For example, Mr. Zheng…

Old Chen would rather support him for two years for free than not sign him in advance, so when Jiangnan comes over, he must demonstrate his creative abilities.

Well, that was a demonstration of songwriting ability; now it's time to talk about musical instruments.

Thinking of this, Jiangnan tried out the bass strings, pressed the clear tone, and gently spread out the delay effect. Without saying a word, his fingertips landed on the strings.

As the volume pedal was slowly pushed up, the first long note of the prelude to "Hometown" emerged, accompanied by slow vibrato. The spacious and desolate melody immediately overwhelmed the few people in the room.