Running Man Live, I'm Angkor

Because it contains the blood and surging of countless Chinese people, it is the roar of all the souls who lost their lives in the hands of their invaders.

Can't listen anymore!

The two foreigners who were about to have a heart attack ran out for their lives, their weak legs and feet fell into a rolling gourd as soon as they stepped on the stairs. Not daring to go back, he ran out of the door.

"You're amazing!" the baby shouted movingly.

Zheng Da and Chen Chichi hugged each other so tightly that they wished they could find an enemy to put them in front of them and strangle them to death.

"You're a genius!" Cheng Long raised his thumb high, "Nothing else, just this piano song for you. I'll distribute your record on Lao Mi's side for you, no money, free!"

Wu Li didn't say anything about rejection. He could feel Cheng Long's success, and at the same time, he could also feel the care of the older generation of artists for the new generation.

"What is the name of this piano piece?" Cheng Long asked excitedly.

Wu Li was stunned when he heard this.

Chapter 152 The exclamation of the old black Biwa

"It's called Defending Huang He, and it's part of the Huang He chorus."

Just now patronizing and stimulating two bastard foreigners, Wu Li really didn't pay attention to whether there is this piano song in this world.

"Defend Huang He? This name is too good, it should be called this name." Cheng Long's blood was boiling with excitement, "Follow me, I'll take you to the recording studio, and record him today."

"Brother Cheng Long, are you in a hurry?" Wu Li asked him dumbfounded.

"No, it's too slow." Cheng Long pulled up Wu Li indiscriminately, trotted all the way to the garage, Deng Chao shrugged, and followed with the program team, "Anyway, I have a rest today, so I can go over and listen to it together. I really didn't expect Wu Li to have such a warm-hearted side."

With Cheng Long's status and relationship, it's not too easy to find a recording studio to record music, just make two phone calls and there will be a venue.

"Fang, are you going to release a new record? I haven't heard you sing for a long time."

"NO, it's not me, it's my little compatriot who wants to record a few piano pieces."

"Steel... piano music?" The black recording engineer who was drinking coffee almost fell to the ground, "Fang, are you sure you're not mistaken? That stuff isn't going to sell."

What Lao Hei said is not false at all. Even though the piano is called an elegant art, in fact, ordinary people rarely catch a cold with it.And not many people like to listen to it. Who are the young people today to play the piano, how good it is to play the guitar.In addition to being used for coercion, the piano has no feats of martial arts.If you don't make money, you have a narrow range of interests. Except for those people who have been praised, it is difficult for ordinary pianists to make a living.

"Fang, listen to me, if you want to record, I'll definitely help you record it. But this thing really has no prospects. It's like basketball players all over the world want to play in the NBA, but only a few can become All-Stars every year. The piano sucks."

"Let him try." Cheng Long smiled confidently. The easiest thing for Kyushu people to make in the United States are black friends.Of course, this kind of friendship is a test of eyesight. Black people are just like their skin, and many black people have black hearts.This is not racism, it is a fact that can no longer be true.

"Okay then." Lao Hei showed his big white teeth and beckoned to Wu Li, "Since Fang is willing to help you, I am also willing to help you, you can call me Biwa, and I will prepare you the best piano."

"Thank you." Wu Yu squeezed Lao Hei's hand.

Biva gave two hahas, turned his head and got inside, and found a few helpers to move in a piano.

"Can we start?" Wu Li walked in and asked him.

"NO, not yet, the piano needs to be tuned. Do you see these gaskets at the bottom? Generally speaking, top music houses will prepare this thing and send professionals to install it to ensure the sound quality of the piano. According to the degree of violation, humidity , the ground is undulating, etc. to adjust. But I feel that those are all bullshit and deceitful things, and I usually rely on feeling."

Wu Li was dumbfounded, this old black is really interesting.However, there is also a sense of admiration in my heart.Of course, being a recording engineer at Hollywood House can't be all based on feeling as he said, and if that's the case, he won't be able to get into this position.

"All right."

Half an hour later, Biwa picked up the rag and wiped his hands, then wiped his face again.

"You can go in and play, don't be nervous, as usual, when we're not there."

Wu Li nodded, sat quietly in front of the piano, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Biwa's eyes lit up, and he tilted his head to look at Cheng Long, "Fang, this little compatriot of yours has a hand. I feel the temperament of a master in him. How much does he have in the piano test?"

"Not even at the first level." Zheng Ai said sourly.

what?

Biva was surprised!

"He didn't even take the piano exam?"

Chen Chichi rolled his eyes, "I will tell you that he only has a primary school diploma. God knows how such a monster can exist in the world."

"Hahaha." Not only did Biva not despise Wu Li when he heard this, but instead showed admiration, "So, he is a genius?"

A few people were about to speak when a soothing note suddenly sounded in the recording studio.

Different from the fierceness of defending Huang He, this piano piece is much softer, like a small river entering the heart, and like the evening wind blowing across the river.

The piano prince Richard Craderman plays the piano and performs the movement "Wedding in a Dream".

Sitting in front of the piano, Wu Li looked at the baby through the glass window, and a silent affection was released.

"Oh cake seller!" Biva was so excited, he shook his head while twisting his butt, and slapped his hands together in rhythm, and even his feet under the table slapped the floor, "He is a master, a real master, oh A cake seller! I've heard this level a few times in my life."

"Fang!" Biwa turned his head excitedly, "You know, I play pop music, and I'm just a layman in symphony. You'd better find an expert in this field. I'm afraid I can't get it right."

As a top recording engineer in the industry, Biwa has his own professional ethics.

If Wu Li's level was just average, he would help record it for Cheng Long's sake.But now it is different, Wu Li's level is far beyond his imagination, and also beyond his ability.

As he himself said, he is into pop music and is really not familiar with the piano.There is a specialization in the art industry. It's okay to ask him to get a guitar, bass, drum or something, but let's forget the piano.

"No, I believe you." Cheng Long shook his head, the two big noses gave him a bad feeling before, although not every foreigner felt that way.But he has worked hard at Hollywood House for so many years, but he knows that if he can really achieve a big nose without racial discrimination, there may not be one in [-] white people, and black people are not much better.

Just like Biwa in front of him, if they weren't very familiar with Wu Li and he brought Wu Li, he would never be a birdie.It has nothing to do with character, it's the virtue of this damn country.