"Brother Yang, you're here to record songs again?"
In several commercial buildings in the West Pavilion Square at the main entrance of Jiangzhou Media University, there were many recording studios similar to WYN. After all, this was Jiangzhou Media University, where talents came in large numbers. Students and teachers often came to record some demos and songs. If there was demand, there would be a market. This was normal!
However, these recording studios were also mixed. The price was cheap, the recording effect was poor, and the equipment was not complete. The WYN recording studio that Yang Yi chose was relatively large, and it was a top-notch recording studio with advanced equipment. Of course, the price was also not cheap!
Yang Yi had been here several times before. The boss, Wang Canghai, recognized him and greeted him as soon as he came up.
"Brother Wang, I'll rent the original recording studio for a day." Yang Yi nodded to the other party and then began to take out the money. One thousand two hundred yuan. He counted twelve large bills and handed them over.
"Rent for a day? So expensive? " Wang Canghai used to play music, but he didn't play well. He chose to start a business for the sake of living. After getting married and having children, he smoked and drank, causing his voice to sound like that of the vicissitudes of life.
He also laughed at himself that he used to sing gentle and lyrical campus folk songs, but now he can only sing rock songs at the top of his voice. The so-called music dream has naturally been given up.
Yang Yi smiled and said, "I haven't played here for a long time. Can't I enjoy the feeling of recording?"
In fact, he also took advantage of the fact that Xi Xi was taken home by Murphy for a few days to take the time to record the song that he promised to write for Murphy. It seemed to be a bit too cautious, but who asked him to be an assassin in his previous life. He can ignore the law, but he must be careful.
Wang Canghai gave him a thumbs up, then counted the stack of bills, took two of them and pushed them back. "Summer holiday discount. You've booked it for a whole day. One thousand is enough!"
Yang Yi smiled indifferently. He didn't take it, but pointed behind Wang Canghai and said, "Then change it for tea. I want your exclusive throat-soothing tea!"
After that, Yang Yi directly took the key and went straight to his recording studio.
"Hey, 200 is too much!" Wang Canghai shouted at Yang Yi's back, but Yang Yi didn't turn around. Only then did he grumble and put it away.
There was a lot of work to be done today. There were ten new songs. Yang Yi had to record the music according to different instruments and record a demo.
Since Murphy knew what her voice sounded like, Yang Yi had to use professional equipment in the recording studio to edit the demo before sending it to Murphy.
Therefore, after entering the recording studio, Yang Yi did not say a word. He skillfully turned on all kinds of equipment and began to work.
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Near Liulichang in the capital, an ordinary-looking old man wearing a felt hat walked into a small bookstore called "Five Flavors Bookstore".
Yes, the scale of this bookstore was not large. It had a small front of more than 20 square meters, and one could see everything clearly from the entrance. Not only was it small, it should also be an old bookstore. There was no gorgeous decoration or scientific display. Old bookshelves surrounded a circle and were full of books. It was difficult to turn around.
Of course, in addition to books, there were only books left!
The old man wearing a felt hat walked in and habitually looked up at the wall behind the cashier counter. It was also a plaque with some age: "The human world is full of complicated feelings."
This was the origin of the name of the bookstore. The old man had seen it countless times, but every time, he couldn't help but admire it. Of course, the calligraphy on the plaque was also from an expert!
"Old Chen, you're here?" Today, the bookstore was taken care of by a middle-aged man. When he saw the old man, he respectfully greeted him.
"Where's your father?" The old man called Old Chen nodded slightly and asked.
"He wasn't feeling well two days ago. I asked my wife to send him to the hospital." The middle-aged man didn't stop his work. He used a feather duster to sweep the dust on the bookshelf and smiled, "But it's nothing serious. It's just that the old man's stomach isn't feeling well."
Old Chen nodded and felt relieved. Then, he picked up a book and flipped through it. He casually asked, "Are there any good books recently?"
In the past, when he came, it was the old shop owner who recommended books to him. The old shop owner was also a book lover. He opened his own shop, but he always had books in his hands. He was also willing to recommend good books to his customers.
Old Chen liked this kind of old bookstore. If they were like the state-owned bookstores and some chain bookstores, only selling expensive books or the employees were cold, he wouldn't be willing to go to those kinds of bookstores!
"Then you've asked the right person!" The middle-aged man laughed, "Recently, there are two popular books that are quite good. Wait a moment, I'll get them for you!"
Old Chen frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "I want good books. Why are you getting me popular books?"
The middle-aged man poked his head out from the other side of the bookshelf and smiled, "Old Chen, don't worry. Do you think I don't know your habits? Of course, the books I recommend are good books! "
As he said that, he brought two books over. Old Chen took them and looked at them. One of them was called Soldiers' Assault, while the other was called Drawing Sword.
The middle-aged man explained, "Old Chen, these two books are very popular with young people and have high sales. However, the authors are quite good. Whether it's the story or the writing, it's first-rate. My father read these two books until he forgot to eat and sleep. It made his stomach feel uncomfortable. "
"Haha, of course, I didn't mean to recommend these two books to you to make your stomach feel uncomfortable." The middle-aged man also found the loophole in his words and laughed.
'The old shop owner likes these two books too?'
Old Chen's interest was piqued. He took the two books and went straight to the cashier's counter. He took over the place and placed one book on the table while flipping through the other in his hand.
The middle-aged man looked at Old Chen's casual look and laughed. He shook his head and didn't care, continuing to sweep the dust with the feather duster.
There was no other place to sit in the shop, and with Old Chen's status, the middle-aged man did not think that he would do anything bad.
After an unknown amount of time, it was almost noon and he was hungry. Old Chen reluctantly put away Drawing Sword in his hand and stood up.
The middle-aged man was standing at the door smoking just now. When he saw the movement, he quickly put out his cigarette and came back.
"Buy these two books! Your recommendation is good. It's seventy to eighty percent of your father's skills. "Old Chen gave a rare compliment.
The middle-aged man quickly changed the money and smiled. "Old Chen, is your next TV series going to be based on the story of these two books?"
It turned out that Old Chen was Professor Chen Fengchen of the Capital City Academy of Drama. He was also a famous TV series director. Almost every year, Central TV would broadcast his TV series. He was a highly productive but highly demanding director!
Naturally, there were many people who wrote scripts for Old Chen, but Old Chen would also dig up some excellent works and adapt them into TV series. In the past, the old shop owner recommended a good book to Old Chen that had been buried. In the end, Old Chen found someone to buy the copyright. After it was put into production, it would be Central TV's opening drama the following year!
Although this story was not known to outsiders, the old shop owner still talked about it at home to this day.
Old Chen was serious. He glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "Who knows?"
The middle-aged man knew that Old Chen liked to keep secrets. He smiled and said, "Haha, I'm still looking forward to it. To be honest, I'm hoping to see Li Yunlong on TV!"
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