An Expert Is actually By My Side

Chapter 18 The first step towards the music scene?

Oh my god... why are there so many dog ​​licks?

Authorization? Sign a contract? Fill in lyrics? Want to eat fart...

Looking at the string of red dots in the background of the private message, Hao Yun gave a tui in his heart with disgust, dragged the batch operation with his index finger, and then clicked the block button.

From the second day after he uploaded the piano version of Fireworks Are Easy to be Cold, his backstage began to receive private messages continuously.

Asked for his contact information.

Some also asked him about music authorization.

There was even a more brazen one who directly offered 10,000 yuan to buy out the entire version of his song, and asked him to delete the song.

10,000 yuan...

To send beggars away!

Wanting to buy out all copyrights is simply a dream!

In the end, as long as he was asked to fill in the lyrics and authorize, he would not reply to the message at all, and would directly block it.

Just kidding, the lyrics and singer are all ready, how can he let others release some kind of lyrics version first.

Liang Ziyuan is a person, in fact, his character is pretty good, at least he keeps his promises, there is nothing to say, as long as he promises something, he has never regretted it.

Although this guy is occasionally a bit annoying in character, at least he is trustworthy.

How would Hao Yun dare to bet on the tiny probability of those passers-by whom he had never even met.

This doesn't count whether the other party's potential value is worth cultivating...

Therefore, he ignored all those private messages.

It is also due to Xia Guo's copyright law being extremely strict, otherwise with his arrogant attitude, I am afraid that the re-created version or even the plagiarized version will have been flying around the Internet, and it is impossible to say that the original song will be released by then. Haven't sung fire yet.

In fact, to be honest, Hao Yun was very happy to see so many people listening to the music he recorded.

As a beginner who is touching the piano for the first time, besides the great arranger, half of the credit is due to my own talent, right?

However, the only thing that surprised Hao Yun was that he still overestimated Liang Ziyuan's grandson after all.

Even if he has already prepared the meal and brought it to this idiot's mouth, this idiot can completely immerse himself in his own world, regardless of what happens outside.

Looking at the backstage of the creator dumbfounded, Hao Yun really didn't expect that before this guy found out about this song, his ID Fireworks are Easy to be Cold and Yunshen I don't know where were in the circle of music creators A small fire broke out.

In less than three days after uploading, the number of views has exceeded 500,000!

And the momentum of growth is unabated!

The figure of 500,000 doesn't sound like a lot, but to achieve this result in the niche circle of music producers, it can already be regarded as quite against the sky!

After all, the entire Internet knows how picky the users on Yinke.com are.

In addition, most of the users here are musicians. Whether it is taste or professionalism, there are quite high thresholds. It is even more difficult to stand out as a newcomer...

[The author is a great talent! 】

【Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow! 】

[I can hear a bit of sadness from the song, and also a bit of sadness, presumably the arranger is also a person with a story! 】

[Is it convenient for the author to reply to the private message? Woohoo, don't ignore your fans! 】

【I really want to listen to the lyrics version! I feel that it must be very nice to fill in the words! 】

[Yes, yes, I don't know why, it's obviously a piano piece, but it has a national flavor! 】

Lying on the bed and swiping his phone, looking at the background page of Yinke.com, Hao Yun felt a little emotional for a while.

About a few minutes ago, he received a reminder from the administrator.

Since the quality of the track meets the standards required by the website, the website has given him the gold standard of [Original Musician].

That was the gold standard that Liang Ziyuan dreamed of!

He probably would never have imagined in his dreams that he had been searching for something that he hadn't found for three years, and that the person sleeping on the other side of his bed only spent a few days of effort...

In fact, Hao Yun doesn't care about these false names, his motto is to make a fortune in silence.

What's more, the song itself was indeed not written by him, but from another parallel world.

But then again.

Thanks to the popularity of the song itself, Liang Ziyuan finally found this song on the charts. After downloading the score, he tried to play it twice with the guitar.

I have to say, as long as he doesn't open his mouth and sing indiscriminately, this guy can play the guitar well.

What made Hao Yun's head full of black lines was that he hadn't plucked two guitar strings, and he started to improvise again, singing some difficult sentences.

Can't you not speak? Zheng Xueqian finally became impatient, stopped the pen in his hand, and said with a painful face, As long as you don't sing, we are still brothers.

Zhou Xuan, who came to visit 401, also nodded in agreement, persuading him earnestly.

That's right, you just opened your mouth, good guy, my buddy Wang Ziyi has been cured of the cerebral thrombosis that he suffered from for ten years.

Zhu Kening hasn't returned to the dormitory yet, so he didn't participate in the complaints, otherwise he would definitely not be left behind.

Since Liang Ziyuan's frequency of playing the guitar has changed from impromptu playing every half hour to now outputting steadily to turn off the lights in the next bedroom, the time for him to return to the bedroom has been getting later and later.

What do you know?

Liang Ziyuan glanced at this ordinary man, shook his head, and continued to immerse himself in his own world.

He didn't put down the guitar in his hand until the people in the dormitory opposite came to protest.

...

late at night.

After washing up, Hao Yun climbed into bed, took a look at his Yinke account, and was surprised to find that among the bunch of private messages, there were three from Qianyuan.

Sure enough, there is a word called really fragrant.

This aloof two hundred and five finally bowed his head in front of his talent.

Qian Yuan: [Sorry, I didn't see your message before. 】

Dive into the Abyss: [Lyrics - Attachment]

Qian Yuan: [The song on your homepage, I tried to fill in the lyrics, can you take a look for me? 】

Seeing these three messages, Hao Yun was immediately happy.

Dude, is this realistic?

You blocked someone before, but now you have the cheek to come to him without even an apology?

never mind.

Dad doesn't know his son as well.

Even if it's not for the sake of the roommate's father-son relationship, he still has to give the system some face.

Lazily clicking on the lyrics in the attachment, Hao Yun poked his finger at the screen, edited a message and sent it.

【Big brother, your words are really rough. 】

[Why don't you take a look at mine? 】

【Lyrics-attachment】

After the message was sent, Hao Yun glanced across the bed calmly.

The expression on Liang Ziyuan's face did not change much, it was the same as usual.

However, with the light of the mobile phone, Hao Yun still vaguely saw a trace of looseness on his face.

His intuition told him that it was probably a shock.

And it's kind of extraordinary...

After a while, a private message came.

Qian Yuan: [good word...]

Yun Shen didn't know where: 【Interested in singing? 】

Qian Yuan: [? ! 】

Yun Shen didn't know where: [I'm asking you, do you want to sing? 】

Yun Shen didn't know where to go: [I read your work, and I feel that the tone should be OK. If you want to sing, I can authorize you to try it. 】

After clicking send, Hao Yun suddenly regretted that he seemed too attentive.

Maybe if you act colder, the effect may be better?

The other end of the private message window was silent for a while.

Just when Hao Yun was almost falling asleep waiting, a piece of news came over.

Qian Yuan: [Think! ! ! 】

Qian Yuan: 【Thank God! 】

The moment Hao Yun saw these two pieces of news, he was refreshed.

Not only because Liang Ziyuan's grandson finally came to the Tao.

But at the same time, the floating window of the system popped up in front of his eyes!

【Mission: The first step towards the music world】

[Requirement: Liang Ziyuan's Yinke account has more than 100,000 followers! 】

System task!

but……

A little out of the blue?

Originally, Hao Yun estimated that the task completion conditions could at most be tied to the click-through rate of a single, or to be the number one on the chart, but he didn't expect that the number of fans should exceed 100,000!

To be honest, with the quality of Fireworks Is Cold, it is not difficult to gain 100,000 fans, but the problem is that the self-compiled songs sung by his Ziyuan brothers are too terrible!

By the way, is it really sung by people?

Now it's difficult.

Not only did he have to pray that the idiot would sing better, but he also had to find a way to get him to delete the historical works.

If you don't delete this, even if you rely on Fireworks Are Cold to attract fans, you will lose all of them!

At least let him be removed from the shelves for a few days...

Just when Hao Yun was suffering from a headache, the other side of the bed suddenly shook.

Thinking it was an earthquake, he turned off the system screen and looked up, only to see a black shadow holding the ladder and climbing down vigorously.

You don't need to ask to know who that person is.

Hao Yun was stunned, looked at Liang Ziyuan and asked.

……what are you doing?

Chase your dream.

???

Coolly put down a sentence that no one understood, Liang Ziyuan, who was dressed and put on the guitar, didn't talk nonsense, opened the door and left, leaving only Zheng Xueqian and Hao Yun who were still asleep Confused.

Did I irritate him by talking too much... Zheng Xueqian said with a guilty conscience, But I'm not lying, this Dogecoin song is really ugly...

Staring blankly at the closed bedroom door, Hao Yun slowly shook his head.

It shouldn't be... that kid Zhou Xuan said more than you.

If this grandson really cared about what other people said, he would have canceled his account on Yinke.com long ago.

It's nice to see this guy working so hard, but what the heck...

It's too late, isn't it?

Zhu Kening still didn't join the topic, he fell asleep when he came back, turned over and continued to take a nap.

Hoo...boom...hoo...

In the entire bedroom 401, only the head of the bedroom is the calmest.

I fell asleep on time at eleven o'clock, and I couldn't be shaken by thunder, and I couldn't wake up even if the sky fell.

Listening to the rhythm of the snoring, Hao Yun guessed that brother Kening might have driven the tank in his dream, and was using his nose to simulate the engine, rushing to cure athlete's foot.

Unable to wake him up and make complaints together, Hao Yun and Zheng Xueqian looked at each other, and lay down silently at the same time.

Hope this guy is ok...

It's best to stay away from people when practicing singing. It's a trivial matter to be caught by the dormitory or security guards. Don't get sap in the back.

Hearing Ah Huang's wailing faintly from downstairs, Hao Yun sighed, shrank back under the quilt, and closed his eyes.

Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night... -

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