Chapter 112
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"Brother Yang, are you recording songs again?"
In several commercial buildings in the west square of the main gate of the Communication University of Jiangzhou, there are many recording studios like Wyn. After all, this is the Jiangzhou Media University, where students and teachers often come to record demos and songs. If there is a demand, there will be a market. This can't be more normal!
However, these sound studios are also mixed, cheap, poor recording effect, incomplete equipment, and Yang Yixuan's Wyn recording studio is a relatively large-scale and well-equipped top-level recording studio. Of course, the price is not cheap!
Yang Yi has been here several times before, and the boss Wang Canghai knows him and greets him as soon as he comes up.
"Brother Wang, the original studio, rent one day." Yang Yichong nodded to each other, and then began to pay, 1200 yuan. He counted twelve big bills and handed them over.
"For a day? So fierce? " Wang Canghai used to play music, but he couldn't play up to the standard. He chose to start a business in order to make a living. After he got married and had children, he smoked and drank alcohol. Now his voice is full of vicissitudes of life.
He also mocked himself that he used to sing soft and lyrical campus folk songs, but now he can only sing rock and roll with his voice. The so-called music dream, of course, has long been abandoned.
Yang Yi laughed and said, "I haven't played for a long time. Can't you enjoy the recording?"
In fact, he also took advantage of Xi Xi Xi to be taken home by Murphy to live for a few days, then sneaked out to record the song he promised to write for Murphy. It seems to be a bit cautious, but he can ignore the law, but he can't be careless.
Wang Canghai gave him a thumbs up, then counted the stack of banknotes, took two of them and pushed them back: "summer vacation reward, you have wrapped up a whole day, a thousand is enough!"
Yang Yi didn't care to smile. Instead of picking it up, he pointed to Wang Canghai's back and said, "change it to tea. I want your exclusive moistening throat tea."
With that, Yang Yi directly took the key and went straight to his studio.
"Well, that's too much for two hundred!" Wang Canghai shouts at Yang Yi's back, but Yang Yi doesn't look back, so he mumbles and puts it away.
Today's workload is very heavy. For ten new songs, Yang Yi not only has to input the score according to different instruments, but also record a demo.
Because Murphy knew what her voice was like, Yang Yi had to repair the demo with professional equipment in the studio before she could send it to Murphy.
So, after entering the recording room, Yang Yi opened all kinds of equipment skillfully and began to work hard.
……
Near the Liulichang in Beijing, an ordinary looking old man with a felt hat walked into a small bookstore called Wuwei bookstore.
Yes, this bookstore is not large in scale. It has a small facade of more than 20 square meters. You can see it from the door. Not only small, it should also be an old bookstore, there is no gorgeous decoration, there is no scientific display, the old bookshelf is surrounded by a circle, but also full, so it is difficult to turn around.
Of course, in addition to books, there are only books left!
The old man in a felt hat walked in and looked up habitually at the wall hanging behind the cash register. There were also some age-old plaques: "the world is full of all kinds, and the five tastes are mixed."
This is the origin of the name of the bookstore. The old man has seen it for countless times, but every time, he can't help but appreciate it. Of course, the calligraphy of the line on the plaque also comes from his own home!
"Mr. Chen, are you here?" Today, I was in charge of a middle-aged man in the bookstore. Seeing the old man, he said hello respectfully.
"And your father?" The old man named Chen nodded slightly and asked.
"He didn't feel very well two days ago. I asked my wife to take him to the hospital." The middle-aged man did not stop his work. While sweeping the dust on the bookshelf with a feather duster, he said with a smile, "but it's no big problem. It's just that the old man's intestines and stomach are not very comfortable."
Mr. Chen nodded and put his heart down. Then he picked up a book and flipped through it. He asked casually, "are there any good books recently?"
Before he came, he was recommended by the old shop owner. The old shopkeeper is also a book lover. He runs his own shop, but he is always ready to recommend his favorite books to his guests.
Mr. Chen likes such old bookstores. If they are like the state-owned large bookstores and some chain bookstores, they are only interested in selling expensive books for profit, or the clerks are cold. He is not willing to go to those bookstores!
"That's the right question for you!" The middle-aged man said with a smile, "there are two best-selling books recently. Wait a minute. I'll get them for you."
Old Chen frowned and said discontentedly, "what I want is a good book. What do you want to do with a best seller?"
The middle-aged man poked out his head from the other side of the bookshelf. He said with a smile, "don't worry, Mr. Chen. Do I know your habits? Of course, I recommend a good book to you! "
Then he came with two books. Mr. Chen took it and looked at it. The name of one book was soldier assault, and the other was light sword.
The middle-aged man explained, "Mr. Chen, don't read these two books. They are very popular with young people, and their sales are very high. But the author is quite good. Both the story and the writing are first-class. My father read these two books, and he forgot to eat and sleep, which made his stomach and intestines uncomfortable. ""Ha ha, of course, I don't mean to recommend these two books to you to make you uncomfortable." The middle-aged man himself also found the loophole in his words and laughed.
Does the old shopkeeper like these two books?
Old Chen got excited. He took the two books and went directly to the cashier's desk. One was on the table and the other was in his hand.
Looking at Chen's casual appearance, the middle-aged man also lost his voice and laughed. He shook his head, didn't care, and continued to clean the dust with a feather duster.
There is really no other place to sit in the store, and as Mr. Chen is, middle-aged people don't think the other party will do anything bad.
I don't know how long it took. It was almost noon and my stomach was hungry. Mr. Chen reluctantly took up the copy of "Liangjian" in his hand and stood up.
The middle-aged man just stood at the door to smoke. Seeing the movement, he quickly pinched the cigarette back.
"Buy these two books! Your recommendation is good. It has the seven or eight success power of your father. " Mr. Chen seldom praised him.
The middle-aged man quickly changed money and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, are you going to shoot the stories of these two books in your next TV series?"
It turns out that Mr. Chen is Professor Chen FengChen of the Beijing Academy of drama, and also a famous TV drama director. Almost every year, CCTV broadcasts his plays. He is a high-yield but demanding director!
Naturally, many people write plays for Mr. Chen, but Mr. Chen himself will dig out some excellent works to adapt them into TV plays. In the past, the old shopkeeper recommended a buried good book to Mr. Chen. As a result, Mr. Chen found someone to buy the copyright. After shooting, the next year will be CCTV's new year's play!
Although this allusion is unknown to outsiders, the old shopkeeper still enjoys talking about it at home.
Mr. Chen did not smile. He glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "who knows?"
The middle-aged man knew that Mr. Chen liked to keep secret. He laughed and said, "ha ha, I still want to look forward to it. To be honest, I really hope to see Li Yunlong on TV."
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"Brother Yang, are you recording songs again?"
In several commercial buildings in the west square of the main gate of the Communication University of Jiangzhou, there are many recording studios like Wyn. After all, this is the Jiangzhou Media University, where students and teachers often come to record demos and songs. If there is a demand, there will be a market. This can't be more normal!
However, these sound studios are also mixed, cheap, poor recording effect, incomplete equipment, and Yang Yixuan's Wyn recording studio is a relatively large-scale and well-equipped top-level recording studio. Of course, the price is not cheap!
Yang Yi has been here several times before, and the boss Wang Canghai knows him and greets him as soon as he comes up.
"Brother Wang, the original studio, rent one day." Yang Yichong nodded to each other, and then began to pay, 1200 yuan. He counted twelve big bills and handed them over.
"For a day? So fierce? " Wang Canghai used to play music, but he couldn't play up to the standard. He chose to start a business in order to make a living. After he got married and had children, he smoked and drank alcohol. Now his voice is full of vicissitudes of life.
He also mocked himself that he used to sing soft and lyrical campus folk songs, but now he can only sing rock and roll with his voice. The so-called music dream, of course, has long been abandoned.
Yang Yi laughed and said, "I haven't played for a long time. Can't you enjoy the recording?"
In fact, he also took advantage of Xi Xi Xi to be taken home by Murphy to live for a few days, then sneaked out to record the song he promised to write for Murphy. It seems to be a bit cautious, but he can ignore the law, but he can't be careless.
Wang Canghai gave him a thumbs up, then counted the stack of banknotes, took two of them and pushed them back: "summer vacation reward, you have wrapped up a whole day, a thousand is enough!"
Yang Yi didn't care to smile. Instead of picking it up, he pointed to Wang Canghai's back and said, "change it to tea. I want your exclusive moistening throat tea."
With that, Yang Yi directly took the key and went straight to his studio.
"Well, that's too much for two hundred!" Wang Canghai shouts at Yang Yi's back, but Yang Yi doesn't look back, so he mumbles and puts it away.
Today's workload is very heavy. For ten new songs, Yang Yi not only has to input the score according to different instruments, but also record a demo.
Because Murphy knew what her voice was like, Yang Yi had to repair the demo with professional equipment in the studio before she could send it to Murphy.
So, after entering the recording room, Yang Yi opened all kinds of equipment skillfully and began to work hard.
……
Near the Liulichang in Beijing, an ordinary looking old man with a felt hat walked into a small bookstore called Wuwei bookstore.
Yes, this bookstore is not large in scale. It has a small facade of more than 20 square meters. You can see it from the door. Not only small, it should also be an old bookstore, there is no gorgeous decoration, there is no scientific display, the old bookshelf is surrounded by a circle, but also full, so it is difficult to turn around.
Of course, in addition to books, there are only books left!
The old man in a felt hat walked in and looked up habitually at the wall hanging behind the cash register. There were also some age-old plaques: "the world is full of all kinds, and the five tastes are mixed."
This is the origin of the name of the bookstore. The old man has seen it for countless times, but every time, he can't help but appreciate it. Of course, the calligraphy of the line on the plaque also comes from his own home!
"Mr. Chen, are you here?" Today, I was in charge of a middle-aged man in the bookstore. Seeing the old man, he said hello respectfully.
"And your father?" The old man named Chen nodded slightly and asked.
"He didn't feel very well two days ago. I asked my wife to take him to the hospital." The middle-aged man did not stop his work. While sweeping the dust on the bookshelf with a feather duster, he said with a smile, "but it's no big problem. It's just that the old man's intestines and stomach are not very comfortable."
Mr. Chen nodded and put his heart down. Then he picked up a book and flipped through it. He asked casually, "are there any good books recently?"
Before he came, he was recommended by the old shop owner. The old shopkeeper is also a book lover. He runs his own shop, but he is always ready to recommend his favorite books to his guests.
Mr. Chen likes such old bookstores. If they are like the state-owned large bookstores and some chain bookstores, they are only interested in selling expensive books for profit, or the clerks are cold. He is not willing to go to those bookstores!
"That's the right question for you!" The middle-aged man said with a smile, "there are two best-selling books recently. Wait a minute. I'll get them for you."
Old Chen frowned and said discontentedly, "what I want is a good book. What do you want to do with a best seller?"
The middle-aged man poked out his head from the other side of the bookshelf. He said with a smile, "don't worry, Mr. Chen. Do I know your habits? Of course, I recommend a good book to you! "
Then he came with two books. Mr. Chen took it and looked at it. The name of one book was soldier assault, and the other was light sword.
The middle-aged man explained, "Mr. Chen, don't read these two books. They are very popular with young people, and their sales are very high. But the author is quite good. Both the story and the writing are first-class. My father read these two books, and he forgot to eat and sleep, which made his stomach and intestines uncomfortable. ""Ha ha, of course, I don't mean to recommend these two books to you to make you uncomfortable." The middle-aged man himself also found the loophole in his words and laughed.
Does the old shopkeeper like these two books?
Old Chen got excited. He took the two books and went directly to the cashier's desk. One was on the table and the other was in his hand.
Looking at Chen's casual appearance, the middle-aged man also lost his voice and laughed. He shook his head, didn't care, and continued to clean the dust with a feather duster.
There is really no other place to sit in the store, and as Mr. Chen is, middle-aged people don't think the other party will do anything bad.
I don't know how long it took. It was almost noon and my stomach was hungry. Mr. Chen reluctantly took up the copy of "Liangjian" in his hand and stood up.
The middle-aged man just stood at the door to smoke. Seeing the movement, he quickly pinched the cigarette back.
"Buy these two books! Your recommendation is good. It has the seven or eight success power of your father. " Mr. Chen seldom praised him.
The middle-aged man quickly changed money and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, are you going to shoot the stories of these two books in your next TV series?"
It turns out that Mr. Chen is Professor Chen FengChen of the Beijing Academy of drama, and also a famous TV drama director. Almost every year, CCTV broadcasts his plays. He is a high-yield but demanding director!
Naturally, many people write plays for Mr. Chen, but Mr. Chen himself will dig out some excellent works to adapt them into TV plays. In the past, the old shopkeeper recommended a buried good book to Mr. Chen. As a result, Mr. Chen found someone to buy the copyright. After shooting, the next year will be CCTV's new year's play!
Although this allusion is unknown to outsiders, the old shopkeeper still enjoys talking about it at home.
Mr. Chen did not smile. He glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "who knows?"
The middle-aged man knew that Mr. Chen liked to keep secret. He laughed and said, "ha ha, I still want to look forward to it. To be honest, I really hope to see Li Yunlong on TV."
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"Brother Yang, are you recording songs again?" In several commercial buildings in the west square of the main gate of the Communication University of Jiangzhou, there are many recording studios like Wyn. After all, this is the Jiangzhou Media University, where students and teachers often come to record demos and songs. If there is a demand, there will be a market. This can't be more normal! However, these sound studios are also mixed, cheap, poor recording effect, incomplete equipment, and Yang Yixuan's Wyn recording studio is a relatively large-scale and well-equipped top-level recording studio. Of course, the price is not cheap! Yang Yi has been here several times before, and the boss Wang Canghai knows him and greets him as soon as he comes up. "Brother Wang, the original studio, rent one day." Yang Yichong nodded to each other, and then began to pay, 1200 yuan. He counted twelve big bills and handed them over. "For a day? So fierce? " Wang Canghai used to play music, but he couldn't play up to the standard. He chose to start a business in order to make a living. After he got married and had children, he smoked and drank alcohol. Now his voice is full of vicissitudes of life. He also mocked himself that he used to sing soft and lyrical campus folk songs, but now he can only sing rock and roll with his voice. The so-called music dream, of course, has long been abandoned. Yang Yi laughed and said, "I haven't played for a long time. Can't you enjoy the recording?" In fact, he also took advantage of Xi Xi Xi to be taken home by Murphy to live for a few days, then sneaked out to record the song he promised to write for Murphy. It seems to be a bit cautious, but he can ignore the law, but he can't be careless. Wang Canghai gave him a thumbs up, then counted the stack of banknotes, took two of them and pushed them back: "summer vacation reward, you have wrapped up a whole day, a thousand is enough!" Yang Yi didn't care to smile. Instead of picking it up, he pointed to Wang Canghai's back and said, "change it to tea. I want your exclusive moistening throat tea." With that, Yang Yi directly took the key and went straight to his studio. "Well, that's too much for two hundred!" Wang Canghai shouts at Yang Yi's back, but Yang Yi doesn't look back, so he mumbles and puts it away. Today's workload is very heavy. For ten new songs, Yang Yi not only has to input the score according to different instruments, but also record a demo. Because Murphy knew what her voice was like, Yang Yi had to repair the demo with professional equipment in the studio before she could send it to Murphy. So, after entering the recording room, Yang Yi opened all kinds of equipment skillfully and began to work hard. Near the Liulichang in Beijing, an ordinary looking old man with a felt hat walked into a small bookstore called Wuwei bookstore. Yes, this bookstore is not large in scale. It has a small facade of more than 20 square meters. You can see it from the door. Not only small, it should also be an old bookstore, there is no gorgeous decoration, there is no scientific display, the old bookshelf is surrounded by a circle, but also full, so it is difficult to turn around. Of course, in addition to books, there are only books left! The old man in a felt hat walked in and looked up habitually at the wall hanging behind the cash register. There were also some age-old plaques: "the world is full of all kinds, and the five tastes are mixed." This is the origin of the name of the bookstore. The old man has seen it for countless times, but every time, he can't help but appreciate it. Of course, the calligraphy of the line on the plaque also comes from his own home! "Mr. Chen, are you here?" Today, I was in charge of a middle-aged man in the bookstore. Seeing the old man, he said hello respectfully. "And your father?" The old man named Chen nodded slightly and asked. "He didn't feel very well two days ago. I asked my wife to take him to the hospital." The middle-aged man did not stop his work. While sweeping the dust on the bookshelf with a feather duster, he said with a smile, "but it's no big problem. It's just that the old man's intestines and stomach are not very comfortable." Mr. Chen nodded and put his heart down. Then he picked up a book and flipped through it. He asked casually, "are there any good books recently?" Before he came, he was recommended by the old shop owner. The old shopkeeper is also a book lover. He runs his own shop, but he is always ready to recommend his favorite books to his guests. Mr. Chen likes such old bookstores. If they are like the state-owned large bookstores and some chain bookstores, they are only interested in selling expensive books for profit, or the clerks are cold. He is not willing to go to those bookstores! "That's the right question for you!" The middle-aged man said with a smile, "there are two best-selling books recently. Wait a minute. I'll get them for you." Old Chen frowned and said discontentedly, "what I want is a good book. What do you want to do with a best seller?" The middle-aged man poked out his head from the other side of the bookshelf. He said with a smile, "don't worry, Mr. Chen. Do I know your habits? Of course, I recommend a good book to you! " Then he came with two books. Mr. Chen took it and looked at it. The name of one book was soldier assault, and the other was light sword. The middle-aged man explained, "Mr. Chen, don't read these two books. They are very popular with young people, and their sales are very high. But the author is quite good. Both the story and the writing are first-class. My father read these two books, and he forgot to eat and sleep, which made his stomach and intestines uncomfortable. ""Ha ha, of course, I don't mean to recommend these two books to you to make you uncomfortable." The middle-aged man himself also found the loophole in his words and laughed. Does the old shopkeeper like these two books? Old Chen got excited. He took the two books and went directly to the cashier's desk. One was on the table and the other was in his hand. Looking at Chen's casual appearance, the middle-aged man also lost his voice and laughed. He shook his head, didn't care, and continued to clean the dust with a feather duster. There is really no other place to sit in the store, and as Mr. Chen is, middle-aged people don't think the other party will do anything bad. I don't know how long it took. It was almost noon and my stomach was hungry. Mr. Chen reluctantly took up the copy of "Liangjian" in his hand and stood up. The middle-aged man just stood at the door to smoke. Seeing the movement, he quickly pinched the cigarette back. "Buy these two books! Your recommendation is good. It has the seven or eight success power of your father. " Mr. Chen seldom praised him. The middle-aged man quickly changed money and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, are you going to shoot the stories of these two books in your next TV series?" It turns out that Mr. Chen is Professor Chen FengChen of the Beijing Academy of drama, and also a famous TV drama director. Almost every year, CCTV broadcasts his plays. He is a high-yield but demanding director! Naturally, many people write plays for Mr. Chen, but Mr. Chen himself will dig out some excellent works to adapt them into TV plays. In the past, the old shopkeeper recommended a buried good book to Mr. Chen. As a result, Mr. Chen found someone to buy the copyright. After shooting, the next year will be CCTV's new year's play! Although this allusion is unknown to outsiders, the old shopkeeper still enjoys talking about it at home. Mr. Chen did not smile. He glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "who knows?" The middle-aged man knew that Mr. Chen liked to keep secret. He laughed and said, "ha ha, I still want to look forward to it. To be honest, I really hope to see Li Yunlong on TV." www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
