You made me a superstar

Chapter 342 Shocked, it doesn't make sense, what's wrong with this guy!

Wu Zhenhong retired three months ago.

Since his debut in the 70s, he himself has been very exhausted after scoring countless movies. After tossing "The Grand Master" for Huang Jiacheng, he felt his body was completely hollowed out.

The days of retirement are very enjoyable.

After sleeping until I wake up naturally, I practice Tai Chi, bask in the sun and read newspapers in the yard of my villa, and travel around in a private jet when I am interested, and meet old friends and old friends, chatting and bragging , not to mention how immortal.

He has a villa on the hillside of Kowloon on Hong Kong Island. It is empty on weekdays, but at this time it is full of people and bustling.

Countless media, reporters, spectators and so-called fans were looking forward to it, and almost surrounded the entire villa.

The villa is huge.

Therefore, the noise at the door will not affect the tranquility of the villa.

As the sun goes down, the trails are surrounded by rows of rockeries, and the clear lake reflects the pavilions, making people feel as if they have traveled back to the royal gardens in ancient times.

Wu Zhenhong looked at John Williams next to Zhou Yang in surprise, welcomed him in warmly, held his hand affectionately, and said a lot of words.

an hour ago.

Zhou Yang called him and said he hoped to bring a guest over.

He didn't care at first, he just nodded and said it would be fine, but when the door was pushed open and he saw the tall figure of John William Pus, Wu Zhenhong was stunned.

John William Puss is definitely a rare guest for Wu Zhenhong. Under the light of the setting sun, Wu Zhenhong, who was originally leisurely, had a sense of brilliance in talking and laughing, and having no casual contacts.

But then he was shocked again.

It is unbelievable to see that Zhou Yang was able to invite a person of the level of John Williams, and it seems that the two are on an equal footing.

When Zhou Yang took out his notebook and showed Wu Zhenhong a section of the melody, Wu Zhenhong's eyes widened.

Afterwards, he looked at Zhou Yang as if he was looking at a monster!

"all these are……"

"No, not yet, there are still some melodies..."

"There are many?"

"I don't know, but there is more, by the way, Mr. Wu, do you know the saxophone?"

"Some, but not very good at it, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I need to rely on the sound of the saxophone to inspire something, by the way, what other instruments do you have in your music room?"

"There are many, what do you need?"

"Do you have an ocarina?"

"No……"

"Ok."

"What are you going to do?"

"There is a piece of ocarina, I want to get him out..."

Wu Zhenhong never dreamed that when he retired for a few months, Zhou Yang would suddenly make such a mess for himself.

He glanced at John Williams inexplicably.

He seemed to feel that his supposedly leisurely retirement life was no longer peaceful.

..............................

Some people feel that the night is short.

But some people feel that the night is extremely long.

Django tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and the image of John Williams getting into the car next to Zhou Yang was always in his mind.

The cheers and noises intersected in his ears, and he felt that it was extremely harsh. Anger and jealousy swept through his body, which made him almost unable to hold back his emotions in front of the camera.

"Why is that?"

He flipped through Zhou Yang's resume over and over again, every word was like a knife, piercing deeply into his heart and suffocating him.

After a long night, he spent most of the night in the hotel on Hong Kong Island, but he couldn't understand why Zhou Yang suddenly composed music, and the composed music interested John Williams.

The resume is very simple and ordinary, but since "Mine Bottom", Jiang Ge felt that Zhou Yang seemed to be cheating all the way, and every experience broke his cognition!
"It's not logical!"

"It's really illogical!"

"It doesn't make sense. Even if he has learned music, he is just learning it. It is impossible for him to compose a world-famous song as soon as he comes into contact with music, right? Isn't this going to crush my IQ into the trash can?"

"Is that human being?"

"Grass!"

Three o'clock in the morning.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were loose and bloodshot, and he muttered to himself, unable to understand.

I don't even believe in science anymore.

Afterwards, he made a phone call to Cao Bangguo.

Cao Bangguo is investigating Zhou Yang.

What happened today was so unbelievable that even Cao Bangguo, who had seen the wind and waves, found it unbelievable. Even if he knew that Zhou Yang had An Xiao's background behind him, he still felt that he had missed something.

The call was quickly connected.

"Uncle Cao, did you investigate anything?"

"I can't find out, his parents are very ordinary, but his grandfather Zhou Chonghua has a military background and quite a lot of military exploits..."

"what about others?"

"Nothing."

"What's the response from John Williams?"

"No response, no one answered the phone, Xiao Jiang, I have some bad news for you. John Williams' assistant seems to have no interest in the soundtrack of "Nightwalker"."

"Ah, this, this..."

Django looked down.

He who was supposed to be the leading role somehow became Zhou Yang's supporting role, or even an insignificant passerby.

It was a feeling of making a wedding dress for someone else.

Why is it him again!

Outside, a bright moon shines.

Inside the house, Django felt his heart sinking slowly, and a feeling of aggrieved and oppressed became more and more intense. He clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the wall, feeling the pain in his fist. But I didn't feel anything at all. Compared with the physical pain, the emotion in my heart was many times stronger!
He hates Zhou Yang, the hatred comes from the marrow of his bones!

Before meeting Zhou Yang, he had always been a highly anticipated success, the proud son of heaven in the eyes of all the elders, the first director of the six generations in the future, and a leading figure in future movies.

And now...

He felt that Zhou Yang was a thief who stole his life, not only stole his life, but also ruined everything about him!

"I don't know what method you used, but!"

"You can't beat me like this!"

"Do you think this will make me succumb? Impossible, I will get back everything I lost!"

"You're lucky, but you can't be lucky all the time."

Gritting his teeth, his teeth rattled.

Jealousy turned into motivation and filled his whole body. He had never wanted success as much as he did now, and even more eager to trample Zhou Yang under his feet.

Time passed little by little.

Finally survived the oppressive and suffocating darkness and ushered in the dawn.

Django, who hadn't slept all night, didn't feel tired. Instead, he walked out of the hotel very energetically, got in the car and drove towards the crew of "Nightwalker".

But I don't know if it's an illusion or something, he always feels that those kings and queens in the crew look at him very strangely...

That must be an illusion.

he reminded himself.

Then Qiang smiled and began to arrange all the work in the crew.

During the half-hour break at lunch, he saw a few news items.

[John Williams is interested in "Infernal Affairs", or will he join the soundtrack work of "Infernal Affairs"? 】

【James Bunter came to Hong Kong from the United States and stayed in the crew of "Infernal Affairs" for a long time. It seems that he intends to invite Zhou Yang to be the film consultant for the new movie "Jaws"? 】

Jiang Ge, who had been holding on forcibly, saw the news, and his mentality collapsed in an instant.

..............................

The melody of the piano sounded slowly and melodiously.

John Williams played the piano skillfully and with dignity.

The sax voice is full of nostalgia for the past and a longing for home.

Wu Zhenhong played the melody and immersed himself in the music room, as if returning to that old house in that summer many years ago.

James Bunter was sitting on a chair, drinking coffee and enjoying the wonderful music at the same time.

It seems that an era has passed quietly.

Zhou Yang listened to the melody and wrote it over and over again.

There is a sense of honor in his heart.

At the same time, like a sponge, it frantically and greedily absorbs all the nutrients it can absorb.

These characters all help themselves to compose music, provide themselves with so-called "inspiration" as much as possible, and teach themselves the style and tune that each instrument is good at.

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

Some people have tough nights.

And some people's nights are full of unprecedented beauty.

Wu Zhenhong kindly greeted John Williams and James Bunter to rest, while Zhou Yang wrote the notes of "victory" very energetically.

With the help and teaching of these people, Zhou Yang felt that he had opened the door to a new world, where gold was everywhere.

At noon, he came out of the music room.

It happened that John Williams was chatting with James Bond and Wu Zhenhong. When he saw himself coming, John Williams stood up and smiled.

"Mr. Zhou Yang... is it convenient to talk to you about something?"

"what?"

"Do you need a soundtrack for your Infernal Affairs movie? I'm always available as a soundtrack consultant for the film, no matter how long it takes, until you write the complete tune! But..."

"But what?"

"Actually, a few years ago, I was thinking about preparing for a grand symphony concert of the century. There were too many ordinary classics and too many musicians playing, which couldn't create a sense of shock, let alone surpass those predecessors, so I think..." John Williams paused a little after he finished speaking and looked at Zhou Yang with burning eyes: "I want to wait for your "victory", "going home" and other complete music versions to come out, I hope to be able to What do you think about getting the priority performance and adaptation copyright of the symphony?"

"Ah?" Zhou Yang looked at John Williams' expression in astonishment, and then subconsciously nodded.

If John William Pusken stayed until the end of filming, then I would definitely learn more about music, and even the full version of some tracks in my mind might be able to come out with their help!

(End of this chapter)