The arrival of his family didn't bring much change to Yang Yi's life. After all, everyone was taking care of Murphy now. If there was a change, it would be that Yang Yi could relax a little. With Dong Yuee and Zheng Shuyi around, Yang Yi could go out and deal with some of his work.
For example, the recording of the theme song of 'Soldiers' Assault '.
With the help of the professors from the School of Classical Music of Jiangcheng Media University, he had already recorded the original instrumental music. Today, Yang Yi was in his studio to receive the bass singers of the Jiangcheng Choir who were invited by Deputy Director Pang Bodong to help out.
After receiving the lyrics from Yang Yi, they looked at each other and couldn't help but ask, "What language is this? It doesn't sound like English or French … "
Some of the bass singers knew French.
Yang Yi explained to them, "This isn't any language, but a kind of singing that matches the rhythm. It's like the unconscious sleep-talking in the chaos. In order for you to understand the singing of these syllables, I marked them with recognizable letters."
That was true. The original version of the song didn't have a proper lyric.
However, Yang Yi had tried it. Without the harmony of human voices, the song seemed to lack a soul. With these meaningless human voices singing, the vigorous music seemed to be sublimated again. It was like the path of the immortal cultivators was shrouded in holy light …
No amount of language could describe it. The bass singers of the Jiangcheng Choir looked at Yang Yi suspiciously. If they didn't know Yang Yi's identity and the relationship between Yang Yi and Pang Bodong, they would definitely think that Yang Yi was joking. Of course, even with all these, they still didn't believe that Yang Yi, a pop music composer, could write a complicated symphony.
However, there was no need to explain too much. Yang Yi used the other parts that had already been recorded and her own singing to demonstrate it to them.
In fact, when they heard the opening part, they were already shocked by Yang Yi's song. The steady rhythm at the beginning and the booming drums gave them a sense of oppression, as if an army was pressing down on them and artillery fire was rumbling.
Moreover, this rhythm was becoming more and more hurried, making one feel as if a wild beast was awakening in one's heart. It was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, as if the original shackles were no longer able to imprison it, and it would break out at any moment.
Suddenly, Yang Yi began to chant.
It was just a low humming sound like a trumpet. Along with the melody and the rhythm of the big drum, it was raised in pitch over and over again.
"Huhuhuhu …" They didn't know why, but when they heard this, they felt as if they had become wild beasts. No, it should be said that they were warriors who had gone berserk. They couldn't wait to charge into the battlefield and kill.
"In _ noreni _ per _ i _ pe … In _ noreni _ co _ ra …" Finally, Yang Yi's so-called unconscious singing began. The bass singers who were still sober looked down at the lyrics in their hands and found that it was indeed pronounced like that. However, it didn't seem to be completely according to the lyrics. The boundary between vowels and consonants, between musical notes, seemed to have been broken!
Accompanied by the original melody, this song suddenly became vigorous and tragic. It contained strong emotions that made it difficult for people to control themselves, and they almost shed tears.
It could be that they were moved, or it could be that they were in awe.
Now, no one dared to look down on this "young" lad in front of them.
Although he was only in his thirties, his work …
"I have to say, your work is wonderful. It's very, very good. I'm sorry, I can't think of a better adjective to describe the shock in my heart! We even thought that our doubts were funny. I'm very sorry. " After singing, the choir leader expressed his sincerest apologies to Yang Yi, who had just walked out of the recording studio.
"Let's not talk about this. Let's work together to make this music that can shock people. I need your help, the help of all the bass singers. Your voices are the soul of this song." Yang Yi smiled casually.
"It's an honor to participate in the recording of this work!" The leader of the choir said with a flushed face. He turned to look at his members and said, "All of you, buck up and learn. You can't just do your best. You must do your best, the best!"
It wasn't easy to get a dozen people to correct their pronunciation accurately, then let them make themselves vague, and then let them all sing together as if they were singing as one. This wasn't a simple task.
Even though the members of the choir had worked together many times and had a certain degree of tacit understanding, when they were in the recording studio, each one of them wore soundproof headphones and sang around the microphone. The monitoring headphones outside were able to detect the minute differences in their voices.
Singing on the stage, this slight difference could be tolerated, but when it was recorded for people to listen to alone, this difference was a flaw.
After repeated efforts, the recording of this music took Yang Yi and the bass singers three days, but in the end, they recorded a version that Yang Yi was satisfied with.
What was left was the final music production. Yang Yi also had a special recording studio at home, so he could continue to work at home.
Of course, Yang Yi didn't come to the company just to work on this work. He also talked to Mo Xiaojuan about the auction of China Star Production. Yang Yi gave Mo Xiaojuan the maximum capital of 260 million yuan and asked her and Xiao Ai to attend the bank auction at the end of this month.
This money was all the money Yang Yi had left after deducting the money to buy the land for Lanzhou Kai. After buying China Star Production and selling the assets of the original TV series project, he could still get some liquidity for Sahara Publishing House. Otherwise, he could only wait for his copyright income next month.
If 260 million yuan still couldn't buy China Star Production, Yang Yi had no choice but to use the backup plan and ask Mo Xiaojuan to poach people. But then, he might not be able to gather a production team.
Yang Yi didn't want to show himself because his goal was too obvious. Yang Yi didn't want this variety show production company to be marked by the reporters from the beginning. Plus, this money was indeed a lot. If the entertainment reporters knew that a small songwriter and best-selling author had 260 million yuan, they would definitely not be tired of digging up his background.
In addition to financial support, Yang Yi also transferred his own negotiation team from Sahara Publishing House for Mo Xiaojuan to use. These people could help Mo Xiaojuan in legal consultation, information investigation, business strategy, or some small tricks.
It was worth mentioning that during this period, Yang Yi also received a phone call from Ju Jie.
"Punishment of Impulsiveness" had been released for less than five days, and Ju Jie had already reached the top of the new best-selling song list. Its results were amazing, exceeding the data of the third place by almost half. Presumably, it would continue to dominate the first place for a long time.
That's right, the second place that was not mentioned was Yang Yi and Murphy's "Today You Will Marry Me", because this song would soon pass the new song deadline and be removed from the list. But it had to be said that "Punishment of Impulsiveness" had indeed surpassed it and started Ju Jie's "dynasty".
Yang Yi didn't care about this. Ju Jie didn't call to show off. He wanted to thank Yang Yi. "Mistress" and "That Night" both rushed into the top ten, but there was no hope of reaching the top. Ju Jie had been looking forward to it for so long, and he could finally achieve his own breakthrough. He was about to cry with joy!
"Those bullshit experts said that it was impossible for me to sing this kind of song, but I wanted to prove to them that I succeeded! Thank you, boss. Without your help, I, Ju Jie, would still be a third-rate artist who was laughed at by others! I can finally slap their faces! "Ju Jie was so excited that he was incoherent.
"It's just a small achievement, and you're already so full of yourself?" Yang Yi smiled and poured cold water on Ju Jie.
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