You made me a superstar

Chapter 40 Two Songs

The wind from the air conditioner was blowing very warm.

On the spotless desk is a newly installed English-brand LCD computer.

Behind the brand-new office chair is a row of dark solid wood bookcases, and various books about directors and movies are placed on the window of the bookcases.

The afternoon sun shone on the desk, and a reflection of the colorful cover caught Zhou Yang's attention.

When he saw it clearly, he found that it was an address book of various departments of the company.

The roster introduces each department and function of the company in detail, as well as the name, resume and communication method of the person in charge of the department.

Zhou Yang saw his name on the director column.

obviously.

This address book list is just done.

He silently came to the window sill, overlooking the busy traffic outside the window.

He felt a sense of unreality again.

He never dreamed that he would have his own independent office, and what was even more unexpected was that his office was so spacious.

Then, he carefully took out the crumpled letter from his pocket.

After a little hesitation, I finally picked up a pen and wrote it again on A4 paper.

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Wu Zhenhong's first impression of Zhou Yang was not very good.

He felt that this person was a little arrogant.

Zhou Yang, who was so lonely and arrogant, was born with an aura that was incompatible with everyone in the meeting.

At the end of the meeting, when he saw that Zhou Yang greeted his new colleagues enthusiastically, he just stood there with a slightly cold face, even if he only responded with occasional nods and never looked directly into anyone's eyes, he became more convinced of his thoughts .

This person is like an isolated island, it doesn't look cold, but it is difficult to approach.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, he has naturally met many people like Zhou Yang. Usually, such people don't get along in this industry for long.

Even if you are talented.

This circle pays attention to human feelings and sophistication.

No one can suppress talent unless you have countless talents.

if not……

You have to bow your head to the world after all.

When passing by Zhou Yang, as a senior of the company, he felt that he should raise his mouth a little bit. As for whether he can accept it or get angry because of it, this is not his business.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

In Wu Zhenhong's office, Wu Zhenhong silently sorted out the list of new artists who joined the company.

For an entertainment company, if it wants to develop soundly, its positioning for the future is very important.

It needs movies with a good reputation in the industry and can make money. At the same time, it also needs artists who can support the scene.

"The girl groups of the Xingcai group... have to separate!"

"..."

This time Huaxing has signed a lot of artists from Xingcai Company.

In particular, several outstanding members of the women's team have been signed by Huaxing Company.

but……

Signing it does not mean following the old path of Xingcai Company and launching the group again.

There are too many negative news about this combination named H56.

Homosexuality, smoking, teasing, cursing in public...

Although many of them were drafts written by the navy recruited by other media for the purpose of blackening the group, they could not be taken seriously, but after getting in touch with this group, Wu Zhenhong found that the state of the group was really not right.

There are deep internal contradictions.

Jiang Shushu, the backup dancer, was dissatisfied with the lead singer Song Qianqian. Song Qianqian's hot-tempered personality would often engage in various open and secret battles with Jiang Shushu to grab the C position during interviews. Hu Bingqing was relatively indifferent to these things, but her unhurried gentleness The goddess character always slows down when the girl group participates in activities together, which makes the rhythm of the whole girl group very different, as if being held back, and everyone else has their own advantages and disadvantages...

"The group must be disbanded!"

After reading the detailed information of these people and the various videos during the online interview, Wu Zhenhong made this decision in his heart.

In his opinion, everyone in the women's team has the strength and selling point to fly solo.

But if they all come together as a combination, they will hold each other back and eventually affect each other's upper limit.

There are many successful girl group groups in China, not only in China, but also in the world. They are all determined after careful selection, repeated training, and market analysis and testing.

But even such a really famous girl group will disband and fly solo after a while of popularity.

"Miss Song, come here..."

"..."

He picked up the new address book, first saw Song Qianqian's name, he picked up the phone.

He intends to have a simple chat with everyone in the group individually, first to understand their thoughts, and then to judge what path they should take in the future and how to arrange them.

Song Qianqian...

He pondered for a while, then opened the locked drawer, took out a sheet music, saw a song called "HELLO Girl" on the sheet music, and put it on the table.

This is a song he just finished writing a few days ago.

He is quite satisfied with this song, the mood and aura in all aspects are relatively full, and the score is considered top in the industry...

Subconsciously, he felt that this song was suitable for Song Qianqian to sing.

However, you still have to audition to know.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in..."

"Hi Director Wu."

"Oh, hello, please sit down." Wu Zhenhong looked up and saw a young man with a silly smile on his face.

It was not Song Qianqian who entered the door, but Zhou Yang.

"Director Zhou, what's the matter?"

"Director Wu, I've been thinking for a long time, can you take a few minutes to help me read the lyrics? If possible, I hope you can compose a tune for me. Of course, um, I have the tune, and I can hum it ...However, I don't know much about musical instruments, in fact, I don't know much about music, and I don't know how to read staves..." Zhou Yang sat opposite Wu Zhenhong, his expression was a little coy, and he was a little uncomfortable.

"..." When Wu Zhenhong heard Zhou Yang's words, he didn't speak, but the expression on his face became more dull.

I didn't know what to say for a long time.

I don't know much about musical instruments, and I don't know much about music...

You wrote the lyrics?
Just write the lyrics casually, let me compose a song for you?
Who is Wu Zhenhong?

He used to be the godfather of Xiangjiang's popular era, and the people who invited him to compose music were either heavenly kings or big directors in the film and television industry...

Are you sure this kid didn't come to pick me up?

I'm afraid this kid didn't use me to stand up, did he?

Who gave him the guts!

He looked up at Zhou Yang quietly.

Zhou Yang's eyes met his for a while, and then hid elsewhere.

"Let me have a look at the lyrics first. However, Director Zhou, if your lyrics are almost meaningless, um, just a little bit less, I may not be able to help you..." Although Wu Zhenhong's heart is full of various All kinds of speechless, but after all, he showed a calm smile to Zhou Yang.

"Well, thank you Director Wu." Zhou Yang nodded and handed the A4 paper to Wu Zhenhong.

"..." Wu Zhenhong's smile disappeared when he saw the A4 paper.

Can't it be put in a better lyrics book?
Even so, he still took the A4 paper and put it on the table to read it.

(When I was a ignorant girl
meet love don't know love
From the past to the present
until he leaves too
Leave me wandering in the sea of ​​clouds...)
Ok?
The lyrics don't seem to be bad, giving people a girl's positive feeling...

A few minutes later, after reading the lyrics, Wu Zhenhong pushed his glasses, and a flash of approval flashed in his heart.

The lyrics are not bad, on the contrary, they are written with a sense of feeling, with a little refreshing feeling.

Well, it's similar to the mood he wanted to express in the lyrics of the song "HELLO Girl" he wrote a few days ago.

He pondered it over and over again.

I found that the integrity of the lyrics is quite high, and there is nothing to change...

Can't tell, the things written by this young man are not bad!

He looked up in surprise.

"Director Zhou, the lyrics are well written..."

No matter how bad his first impression of Zhou Yang is, whether he is right about people or things, Zhou Yang's lyrics are good if they are well written.

Wu Zhenhong has never been stingy with his praise.

"Thank you..." There was no particularly excited expression on Zhou Yang's face, and he didn't even have any unexpected emotions.

But, inexplicably relieved.

"You said, do you have the way to sing this song in your mind?"

"Um……"

"Can you sing it to me?" Wu Zhenhong looked at Zhou Yang.

"it is good!"

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Song Qianqian knocked on the door of Wu Zhenhong's office.

No response from the office...

So she waited at the door.

About half an hour later, she knocked on the door again.

Then...

"Come in……"

"Mr. Wu, are you looking for me?"

"Well, wait a minute."

"..."

Song Qianqian pushed open the door.

Then I felt that the atmosphere in the office was very strange.

The godfather of music, Wu Zhenhong, stared at a piece of A4 paper blankly at this moment, with a strange expression on his face.

It seems a little unbelievable!

Opposite him is Zhou Yang...

Zhou Yang stood there obediently, as if waiting for something.

"Director Wu, this book is... "HELLO Girl"?" Zhou Yang saw a score on the table, and subconsciously wanted to pick it up to have a look.

"It's nothing, just something I wrote casually, the waste drafts I usually use for drafting, and I'm just about to throw them away..." Wu Zhenhong picked up the manuscript on the table, crumpled it up as if carelessly, and threw it into the trash can.

Then he continued to stare at the contents of the A4 paper calmly.

"The lyrics are good, um, you can hum them well... How about this, you can play the lyrics here first, and I will try to compose the music for you according to what you hum..."

"Oh."

"By the way, you should register the copyright of the lyrics, right? If you haven't registered, go to register early, and hang out in this circle. No matter what you write, you must have copyright awareness."

"Registered, registered a year ago."

"That's good, huh? Is this something you wrote a year ago?"

"Yes... At that time, I wrote many similar songs, and I voted for more than a dozen entertainment companies... One of them is Xingcai..."

"More than a dozen similar songs?"

"It's not similar, some men sing, some women sing...it's different."

"Do you remember anything else?"

"Uh, I remember all of them, and they've all been registered, but they only have lyrics and no notation. I'm a layman in music, and I don't even understand basic staves..." Zhou Yang looked at Wu Zhenhong honestly, and explained.

"Can you just write a song and let me have a look?"

"okay!"

"..."

"..."

Song Qianqian watched as Zhou Yang picked up the A4 paper, sat on the chair, and wrote on it.

About ten minutes later, Zhou Yang handed the finished manuscript to Wu Zhenhong.

After Wu Zhenhong finished reading the manuscript, although his expression was very calm, his hand holding the A4 paper trembled slightly.

Then...

"Director Zhou, can you hum the song "Invisible Wings"?"

"Can hum and sing..."

"Oh, then..." Wu Zhenhong glanced at Song Qianqian subconsciously, "I'm sorry, Ms. Song, Mr. Zhou and I have something to talk about, can you avoid it a little?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)