Become the richest man in the world starting from the rebirth of college entrance examination

Although Zhou Hao is just a music lover and played guitar and formed a band as an amateur in college, he is a serious and dedicated lover. He knows everything about various bands, singers, and styles at home and abroad, and he can talk about them clearly and logically. .

Even if the band is still in its infancy, it cannot just imitate others, let alone try any song or style. This is no different from a band resident in a bar.

If you want to be a good band, you must first find your strengths and routes, set a matching style for yourself, and then try your best to absorb the nutrients of this style. Even if you cover other people's songs, you can still highlight your own style.

But Pei Feihong's singing style really has nothing of its own.

"What suggestions do you have?" Pei Feihong looked confused and scratched his head.

Zhou Hao nodded and said with a smile: "If you want to have a good time as a band, you might as well put down your instruments first, determine the style line that everyone prefers, and then the whole band will work hard towards that style."

Zhou Hao joked again: "Of course, if you are just playing for fun and want to try various music styles, then go to the music bar at the intersection. You can have fun and make money by staying there!"

These days, given the consumption level in the provincial capital, a resident band of four can earn three to four hundred yuan by singing for one or two hours a night.

But the four members of Pei Feihong's band are genuine second-generation rich people. Who cares about this little money? It's just that for them, going to a bar to stay is too cheap to get on the stage.

Although the four members of the band were livid, what Zhou Hao said was all true and full of useful information. Even if the four of them were dissatisfied, they had no words to refute.

The other guitarist was dissatisfied and smiled provocatively: "Brother, you don't write your own songs, but you also want to record them? Come on, show us your skills."

The bassist and drummer were also waiting to see the joke, and the drummer also echoed in a weird way: "Yes, show your skills, and it will also open our eyes to the world. Who can't brag? Let's show it to the brothers."

Zhou Hao looked at the drummer buried in the cymbals and shook his head helplessly. It seems they were dissatisfied. I didn't want to comment at first. It was you who asked, but you were not allowed to tell the truth. Rich people are so hypocritical. ?

Zhou Hao only asked the drummer: "Brother, your equipment is the best I have ever seen, top-notch, absolutely awesome!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party showed a trace of pride on his face, and suddenly Zhou Hao changed the topic: "Not to mention hi-hats, there are drum kits, but you only have 16-inch, 17-inch, and 18-inch crash cymbals. Zhang, as well as water cymbals and jingling.”

"But you arranged three songs. Except for the hi-hat and the crash closest to you, you didn't touch the other five cymbals. It reminds me of a saying, a top student has two pens, but a bad student has more stationery! You Is it playing drums or showing off your wealth?”

"You..." The drummer thought Zhou Hao was complimenting him, but at the end he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

People who have just started playing music have a mentality, no matter what their level is, they need to get all the equipment first. Especially those who have a lot of money, they want the best in everything, but there are very few that can actually be used. , he placed so many cymbals, just to show his awesomeness and to comfort his heart. With his level, he didn’t use it at all.

Pei Feihong dare not underestimate Zhou Hao now. Although he is young, he has vision and knowledge. Is he really awesome or pretending to be awesome? Experts can tell the difference with just one mouth; there are no curse words in the curse, and it is easy to play with it by first praising and then stepping on it.

Pei Feihong smiled hurriedly and came out to smooth things over, "I didn't expect you to be an expert, Zhou Hao. Come on, let's go to the recording studio."

Zhou Hao nodded with an indifferent expression, "Okay, let's give it a try."

Anyway, we are here. You are allowed to show off if you are rich, but we are not allowed to show off even if we hang silk.

Entering the recording studio, Zhou Hao found that the equipment here was more professional and better than outside. The recording studio was divided into two rooms, both separated by glass soundproof doors. One was dedicated to recording vocals, and the other was recording drums and other sounds that needed speakers. of musical instruments.

Zhou Hao also discovered a martin electric box guitar, which is an acoustic guitar that can be plugged in and output. A guitar of this brand costs tens of thousands of yuan. It's so damn rich.

Pei Feihong took everyone into the outside of the recording studio and said to Zhou Hao with a smile: "Get familiar with it first. You can use all the equipment here. If you need other instruments, we can also provide them."

"No need to bother."

Isn't it just to record a song "Nan Shan Nan" for Zhai Yue? It's so troublesome. It's enough to have such a good guitar, such a good microphone and tuning equipment.

Zhou Hao nodded: "It doesn't have to be so complicated, just play, sing and record."

"Pretending to understand if you don't know." The drummer shook his head and said in a tone of experience: "The vocals need to be recorded separately. When you play and sing, the guitar sound will also be captured by the vocal microphone, which will affect the effect."

"You're right!" Zhou Hao nodded, "It's just like if you don't use those five cymbals, your level is not enough, and no matter how good the equipment is, it's useless?"

"Holy shit..." The drummer suddenly became anxious. Pei Feihong held him down and turned to Zhou Hao and said, "As long as you think it's suitable, come on, we can try it first."

With a playful mentality, Zhou Hao skillfully connected his guitar to the equipment and adjusted the microphone angle. Pei Feihong was also ready outside. The equipment was all set and he could start at any time.

So Zhou Hao played the prelude to "Nan Shan Nan".

Originally, several people thought that Zhou Hao was too young to write any decent original works, but as soon as the simple and melodious finger-picking intro came out, their expressions changed drastically. Just the melody line alone showed that he had guitar arranging skills, and he was definitely not good at arranging guitar. Playing the guitar is so simple, but it’s the real arranging skills.

When Zhou Hao sang the first line, Pei Feihong felt like his brain was exploding. Although he hadn't heard anything yet and didn't know what the song was about, it was just that Zhou Hao's slightly hoarse voice matched the melody of the song, and added Martin guitar. The perfect tone was enough to shock him.

Zhai Yue was addicted to it the moment the intro played. When he was at Zhou Hao's house, his guitar was much inferior. In addition, without professional equipment, the sound field atmosphere was far worse than here. Everything here was top-notch. Equipment, when you listen to this song again, your whole person will almost be immersed in it.

Zhou Hao finished the song in one go, with no mistakes in his voice or playing. This time he was very satisfied, so he stood up and opened the soundproof door and said to Pei Feihong, "I think this should be fine. It's just a hobby. There's no need to be too demanding."

Pei Feihong looked at Zhou Hao as if he had discovered a new world, and the drummer was also blushing.

Zhai Yue seemed to have just recovered from a touch of sadness. Perhaps this is the charm of music. It creates an atmosphere, lures you in, and then pulls out the similar feelings in your heart. After a song, you feel like you have been Song hollowed out.

Zhai Yue came back to her senses and clapped her hands excitedly, "You sang so well, it's so good!"

Pei Feihong also felt shameless. He was only eighteen, but his originality was so good. He was already over twenty, and he hadn't even written a complete song.

Seeing that the four members of the band were silent, Zhou Hao asked in a low voice: "Can you play it again so I can listen to it?"

Pei Feihong reacted immediately, "Okay, wait..."

After listening to the replay, not only the other five were satisfied, but Zhou Hao was also satisfied. He turned to look at Zhai Yue, "Sister Yue, is this okay?"

"Okay, yes!" Zhai Yue simply admired Zhou Hao and quickly agreed with a smile.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Brother Pei, cut it and copy it."

Pei Feihong hesitated, lowered his voice and asked: "Zhou Hao, you...do you have any other original works?"