When Lu Chen first saw Wang Jing, his feeling was …
This kid was so handsome!
Then he immediately realized that he had made a mistake. The other party was not a boy, but a girl.
A handsome girl.
She was about 1.75 meters tall, with a pair of straight, compact-like legs wrapped in thin blue jeans. Her upper body was covered with a self-made silk-printed cotton T-shirt. Her hair was cut very short, so she looked very neat and tidy.
The girl was very beautiful. Whether it was her eyes, nose, lips, or chin, they were in line with the usual aesthetic standards, but she was not the kind of popular charm or gorgeous, and had a heroic spirit that was difficult to describe in words.
What impressed Lu Chen most was her eyes, which were bright and energetic like the morning stars.
"This is my daughter, Wang Jing …"
Wang Changsheng introduced them to each other. "This is Mr. Lu Chen, our studio's new client."
"Hello!"
Wang Jing generously extended her hand to Lu Chen. "Welcome to Nirvana Studios."
Lu Chen shook hands with her. "Hello."
After sitting down again, Lu Chen handed the printed music score to the other party and asked, "I want to ask your studio to help me complete the arrangement and accompaniment recording of this song. Can it be done in two days?"
Wang Jing frowned, took the printed paper and looked at it.
She looked at it very carefully and hummed softly according to the music score. Her singing tone was very accurate.
Her furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.
After a moment, the handsome girl raised her head and asked, "Mr. Lu, did you write this song yourself?"
Lu Chen nodded. "Yes."
His name was printed on the score sheet as the songwriter.
Wang Jing asked doubtfully, "This song is very well written. Why did you ask me to arrange it?"
"Wang Jing!"
Before Lu Chen could answer, Wang Changsheng glared at her fiercely and said, "Mr. Lu asked you if you could finish it in two days? Why are you asking those irrelevant questions? "
Wang Changsheng knew his daughter's temper too well. He was afraid that she would scare away Lu Chen, a hard-won client.
Wang Jing pursed her lips. She did not refute her father, but her silence and the stubborn look on her face made the atmosphere in the small reception room a little awkward.
Lu Chen coughed and was about to explain when Wang Jing suddenly said, "Two days is too short. I can't guarantee the best quality. Can you give me a few more days?"
Lu Chen said, "Here's the thing. I'm going to participate in a talent show on Beijing Television on the 10th. because the accompaniment of the song has to be sent in advance, the time can't be delayed, but I don't ask for the best quality."
"Singing China?"
Wang Jing's brows wrinkled again: "Since it's such an important thing, why didn't you come a few days earlier?"
Lu Chen smiled bitterly.
He finally understood why Wang Changsheng had to go to the Delong Building to pull business. Wang Jing's temper was too easy to offend clients. How could the studio's business be good?
Lu Chen was not angry. Many powerful people tend to be different from ordinary people in terms of character.
A graduate of Jingyin should be trustworthy.
But her father, Wang Changsheng, was about to cry: "Wang Jing …"
Wang Jing raised her head and said, "Two days is fine, but the production cost will be 20,000 yuan!"
20,000 yuan?
Lu Chen's look became strange – Miss, I'm easy to talk to. You can't take me for a fool!
20,000 yuan for a song, just for the arrangement and accompaniment. Why did he go to Nirvana Studios to produce it?
Lu Chen couldn't help but look at Wang Changsheng, who was sitting on one side.
At this time, Wang Changsheng finally showed the emotional intelligence of a qualified studio manager. He calmly said to Wang Jing, "You go and get ready. I'll talk to Mr. Lu about the production cost."
The latter was obviously unwilling, but the sincerity in Wang Changsheng's eyes made her silent, and she left with the music score.
Wang Changsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Lu Chen with embarrassment, "Mr. Lu, my daughter has a bad temper. Please don't mind, but you can rest assured of her ability. Our studio will work overtime to help you complete this song!"
"As for the price, what do you think of 10,000 yuan?"
He took the initiative to cut the price in half. Obviously, he was very eager to win Lu Chen's business.
Although Lu Chen knew that if he persisted, he might be able to cut down another few thousand yuan, after all, this was an urgent business. It was normal for the price to be higher, and if he cut it too hard, others might not be willing to work hard to produce it.
After thinking about it, he said, "10,000 yuan is fine. If this song can satisfy me, then my first album can also be given to your studio to produce."
"Okay, okay!"
Wang Changsheng was overjoyed. "I also hope to work with Mr. Lu for a long time!"
Making a complete album was different from making ten singles. The former was more demanding.
Therefore, for any music studio, making an album was a challenge, but also an opportunity.
If the album sold well, it was easy to become famous in the industry, and business would naturally roll in.
Nirvana Studios had not produced a real album since its establishment.
Therefore, Wang Changsheng was more and more determined to firmly hold on to Lu Chen as a customer. He said very sincerely, "Mr. Lu, since you are here, take a look at our studio's recording studio first. I'll treat you to dinner tonight!"
Lu Chen smiled and said, "I want to see the recording studio. Let's talk about dinner later."
Under the guidance of the other party, he came to the recording studio of Nirvana Studios to visit.
This recording studio occupied more than half of the entire studio area. It had condenser microphones, microphone amplifiers, monitoring speakers, voice effects, mixers, VOD song-ordering machines, and other hardware equipment. It was quite professional.
The room was very tidy and clean. The installation and layout of pipelines, air conditioners, soundproof walls, and soundproof doors were in place. Although the space inside was not very large, it did not feel cramped, in sharp contrast to the office area outside.
The person in charge of the recording studio was Wang Changsheng's son, Wang Hui. The handsome young man with glasses was shy, and his appearance was similar to his sister. He didn't talk much, but he talked about the recording in a clear and logical way.
Wang Changsheng was very proud of his son. He invited politely, "Mr. Lu, would you like Xiaohui to record a song for you on the spot? It's free! "
Lu Chen suddenly became interested and asked, "Do you have guitars here?"
Nirvana Studios not only had guitars, but also a small Nirvana band.
Along with the guitars were four band members, including Wang Jing. The other three were young people in their twenties. They stood in the control room and watched Lu Chen sing through the vacuum glass window.
It was the first time in his life that Lu Chen had entered a recording studio, but in the dream world, Xu Bo was a frequent visitor to the recording studio.
It was just that most of the songs Xu Bo recorded in the recording studio were other people's songs. In order to make a living, he often accompanied others, sang demos, and even sang harmonies. He had never released an album that really belonged to him.
When the memory came back, Lu Chen held the guitar and closed his eyes in front of the microphone. He didn't open them for a long time.
In the outer control room, a long-haired young man sneered softly. "Funny, it's not like we're shooting a movie …"
The man in a black T-shirt next to him pretended to be serious and said, "You don't understand. This is called brewing emotions."
The short young man between the two shook his shoulders and couldn't help laughing.
Wang Jing crossed her arms and didn't speak. Her eyes stared at Lu Chen, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
Fortunately, Wang Changsheng had just gone out, otherwise he would have been angered to death by them.
Wang Hui frowned and wanted to say something but stopped.
Several band members knew the propriety and didn't joke too much. They all put away their smiles.
As for what they thought in their hearts, only they knew.
Of course, Lu Chen, who was in the recording room, couldn't hear the conversation outside. He felt that his mood had been adjusted to the best state. He opened his eyes and nodded to Wang Hui, indicating that it was time to start.
Wang Hui immediately pressed the button and gave Lu Chen a thumbs up — Come on!
Lu Chen plucked the strings and played the high-spirited prelude in a natural and smooth manner.
The song he was going to sing was "Once You"!
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