At the mention of this matter, Huang Yuteng's liver and stomach hurt. When he bought Qin Ze's products, half of it was to do him a favor, and the other half was an investment. At that time, Qin Ze's nickname of "God of Stocks" was not so famous. He invested tens of millions to do him a favor. Wasn't it because he wanted him to help him write songs?
According to A Bin, at that time, Qin Ze had readily agreed. Huang Yuteng had even been happy for a while. He was indeed a fast shooter, a fast talker.
Who knew that this matter would drag on until now? The fast shooter was surprisingly persistent. What do you mean persistent? You're just standing me up.
But no matter how unhappy Huang Yuteng was, after seeing the return of the investment, he couldn't rush Qin Ze. If the return of the investment wasn't good, or if it was a loss, then he could just rush Qin Ze to write a song with the mentality of "I only invested because I wanted your song".
But now, no matter how he looked at it, he was the one who took advantage of Qin Ze.
The artists in the industry all said that the first batch of people who bought the products were just lucky.
In fact, that was indeed the case. Just the profits alone were comparable to Huang Yuteng's income for half a year.
"That doesn't make sense. Qin Ze's songwriting speed is famous in the entertainment industry. Yuteng, you must have been stood up," a team leader said bluntly.
Another team leader kicked him under the table and laughed. "Maybe he didn't have time. Look at him opening a company and holding a concert recently. After all, he just took over Tianfang Film and Television. His focus is not on composing."
He thought to himself that he must have been stood up. The fast shooter was so fast that he could finish writing songs in a short time.
But he could not say that. He had to consider Huang Yuteng's face.
At this point, Huang Yuteng was already very frustrated. The company did not look like they would change their mind. The album had to continue. Although they would find good songs for him, after all, not everyone in the world was like the fast shooter, who was high in production and high in quality.
The door to the small meeting room was pushed open. Ah Bin, who had just taken a shower, came in refreshed.
"Where have you been?" Huang Yuteng said unhappily, "Have you contacted Qin Ze?"
"I did." A Bin sat down and rejected the cigarette offered by the logistics leader. "I just finished running. I don't smoke."
"What did he say? He didn't finish writing again?" Huang Yuteng asked casually. He had no hope in his heart. Sure enough, it was difficult to get the work of a fast shooter. Looking at the entertainment circle, it seemed that Xu Yunhan was the only one who got the song. That song made her famous and started the second spring of her career. "Unable to Fall in Love" was already Xu Yunhan's signature song.
It was precisely because of this that the songs of the fast shooter were so precious. It was not without reason that Qin Bao Bao had become the queen of domestic popularity in just half a year. Any one of her songs could make a small singer famous, and the copyright fees would be enough to eat for half a lifetime.
"No, he said he's done and will come over later," A 'Bin said confidently.
The small meeting room was silent for a moment. Huang Yuteng suddenly straightened up and threw himself on the desk. He was ecstatic. "He really said that?"
"Yes." A 'Bin nodded. "It's rock and roll. Yuteng, it depends on whether you can master it."
"No problem. I can practice." Huang Yuteng was very excited.
He was a professional singer of love songs. In these years, he had reached a bottleneck. From the feedback of "Singer", he could see that the audience was tired of his love songs. Therefore, he wanted to change his style. It was very risky for a singer to change his style. It was like a company's transformation or a college student's major. Once they changed to the smelly ditch, they could only shout GG.
In order to make sure nothing went wrong, Huang Yuteng decided to ask the famous fast shooter in the industry for a song. The fast shooter's songs must be the best, fast and precise.
Spring is coming!
"That's great! Has Qin Ze finally written it?"
"With his title song, even if the sales are not as good as the king's, the popularity will definitely be higher."
"Yuteng, get ready to dominate the charts."
Everyone was overjoyed.
No one doubted the quality of the song. With the fame of the man's shadow, Qin Ze's songs seemed to be able to hit the charts and be popular for a period of time.
When A 'Bin announced the news to everyone in the studio, the staff cheered and applauded.
"The title song is finally available."
"What rock and roll will it be this time? Will it be a masterpiece like 'Farewell Song'?"
"I don't know yet, but the quality of Qin Ze's songs must be guaranteed."
"It's unexpectedly slow. The fast shooter can't even lift his knife."
"The fast shooter is not fast enough this time. Bad review."
In the hubbub, the door of the studio was pushed open. At the door stood the girl at the front desk with a strange expression, and Qin Ze with an even stranger expression.
The address of the studio was not far from where Qin Ze lived, more than ten kilometers. It was not the morning or evening rush hour, so it was not a long drive.
But he came all the way here to send a song, only to hear such terrible words.
The fast shooter was long, the fast shooter was short.
It turned out that when the industry talked about him in private, they all called him the fast shooter? Sure enough, this nickname was used for everyone's ridicule.
Speaking of which, who gave him this nickname? It seemed to have been around since 'Singer'. It was the crystallization of the wisdom of the netizens.
Does anyone still remember my real name?
Do you think I won't flip the table?
The pretty girl at the front desk tried her best to hold back her laughter. The corner of her mouth twitched. She took a deep breath and held it in. Then, she looked at Qin Ze. The corner of her mouth started to rise uncontrollably again. She said, "Miss Qin, I'll be leaving first."
The girl at the front desk covered her mouth, swayed her hips, and jogged away. Her high heels clicked.
The gossip in the little notebook was too embarrassing. Life was too complicated.
The studio suddenly quieted down. Everyone looked in the direction of the door, their smiles frozen on their faces.
"Ahem!" A 'Bin coughed.
Everyone immediately turned their heads and went about their own business. Their backs were straight, and they were all very serious. They looked like they had nothing on their minds.
"Miss Qin, come come come!" A 'Bin came up to Qin Ze and led him to the conference room. "Do you have a demo? Did you bring the lyrics and music score? "
A 'Bin said. Qin Ze's hands were empty. He was very puzzled. However, it was possible that he had taken a picture of it on his phone.
In the conference room, the two team leaders didn't leave. They were looking forward to the good news brought by the fast shooter.
After Qin Ze greeted everyone, Huang Yuteng couldn't wait to ask, "Miss Qin, do you have a demo?"
"No." Qin Ze shook his head.
Everyone looked at each other.
"Oh, I'll remember it in my head. Give me a pen and paper. I'll write it down now." Qin Ze said.
He didn't have a staff at home, so he couldn't write it. The so-called composition was just exchanging songs from the points store. He just had to copy it.
Qin Ze planned to change Huang Yuteng's song to a very exciting rock song. It couldn't be considered a hit, but it shouldn't be a problem for this song to be popular for a few years. Anyway, if the rock sister didn't sing it, he wouldn't sing it either.
"Miss Qin, it's really difficult to ask you to sing a song." Huang Yuteng was very tired.
Qin Ze smiled and didn't explain. There were a lot of songs in the points store, but the points were limited. Qin Ze was like a miser guarding his points. Because the system hadn't issued a task for a long time. It had been so long that Qin Ze couldn't remember how long it had been since he showed his divinity in front of people.
The host was a salted fish. He could still be saved.
The system was also a salted fish. It was simply a black hole.
It was completely hopeless.
However, this kind of pace of life was quite good. He had gotten rid of poverty and became rich. His sister didn't need to live under someone else's roof. It didn't matter if the development was slow. One day, he would be able to beat the eastern greyhound, step on the black cat in the sky, and have a company under his crotch … Oh, this can't be said, can't be said.
A 'Bin called the staff outside to send in a blank staff. She was a curvy workplace beauty with curly hair and an oval face. She blinked at Qin Ze. "Can I stay and watch Miss Qin write a song?"
"You want to see how fast I am."
Qin Ze muttered in his heart. He grabbed the 2B pencil and wrote.
In the air, where no one could see, a blue 3D projection appeared. On it was the lyrics and music score of a song. Even the accompaniment music score was included. It was very detailed.
Qin Ze wrote for a while and glanced at it. It was just like plagiarizing the homework of his girlfriend's deskmate.
But in the eyes of everyone, the fast gunman was thinking while composing. Every time he raised his head and narrowed his eyes, his deep eyes inadvertently revealed the brilliance of wisdom, which made everyone deeply amazed.
What forgetting to bring the notebook? It was obviously fake.
How could anyone have such a good memory and restore the creation of a work without missing a word?
The title of the fast gunman was well-deserved.
In the afternoon of January 26, in the small conference room, five people, including Huang Yuteng, witnessed the fast gunman composing a rock song in just ten minutes.
Many years later, when they were old and full of vicissitudes of life, they would hit the wheelchair with excitement every time they thought of this scene.
The attention of the curly-haired oval-faced young woman was not here. She was appreciating Qin Ze. Qin Ze was her favorite little fresh meat. Since Qin Bao Bao uploaded her brother's photo, she began to pay attention to Qin Ze.
That strong figure, sexy muscle curves, and a waist that looked very powerful.
It easily stimulated the young woman's G point.
Only a little sister who doesn't know anything will look at the face. The elder sister with rich experience will look at the nose and abdominal muscles of a man.
And the hands, well, Qin Ze has a pair of slender and beautiful hands. Looking at the posture and speed of the pen, he should be very flexible.
This is a man with a strong hands-on ability.
"It's done." Qin Ze put down the 2B pencil in his hand and pushed the five-line notebook to Huang Yuteng.
Several people came to see it and were eager to see the creation of the fast gunman.
Huang Yuteng looked at it for a moment. He tried to sing, but he was stumbling.
"Do you have a piano here? I'll sing it once and it'll be a piece of cake. "Qin Ze said.
"Yes, yes." Huang Yuteng was overjoyed. "Come with me."
Huang Yuteng was a singer, and there were various instruments in the studio such as piano, guitar, and so on. After turning a long corridor, there was a piano in the innermost room.
It was a pity that there was no electronic piano. This song was suitable to be played with an electronic piano, not a piano.
The piano was placed next to the floor-to-ceiling window, covered by a blue curtain. When the curtain was lifted, the bright sound of the piano was spotless and could be used as a mirror. At a glance, one could tell that it was a high-quality product.
Under the afternoon sun, Qin Ze sat by the piano. His posture was straight and his whole body exuded an elegant aura.
His hands gently pressed the black and white keys, and a loud singing voice floated out from his throat.
"Love even in death."
"Not without incisive, not happy."
"How deep the feelings are, only this is enough to confess."
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