Deyun's salted fish, China Entertainment's superstar, the god of the game circle

Chapter 63 SEE YOU AGAIN
Tang Deyan felt more and more that Wang Jianlin was a great father.

In order to prevent his son from becoming an idle rich second generation, he reluctantly separated from his parents and sent the child to a foreign country to suffer!

Sincerely, although Wang Sicong lives in a villa, drives a luxury car and has servants to serve him.But the hardship he endured is unimaginable to ordinary people!Really, look at what this kid has been turned into by PUA!I actually think that fish, chips and hot dogs are the ultimate delicacy, and I also use it to entertain friends from afar!
Tang Deyan looked at him eating a sweet hot dog, and really wanted to say to him: "Son, let's go back to China and see the world!"

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"Boss Tang, why don't you eat it, this is the best hot dog in London!"

Tang Deyan's stomach had long been fed by steamed stuffed buns, fried liver, deep-fried dough sticks, soy milk, and millet porridge. After barely eating a few mouthfuls, he felt so tired that his throat hurt, so he simply rewrapped it with wrapping paper: "Don't you know how to sing when you're full and hungry? I'm recording right away, so you should eat less."

"Why should I eat less?" Wang Sicong took another big bite and said inarticulately.

"Did you not read the song I gave you yesterday?"

"Look, the lyrics are great!"

"what about others?"

"Others? I can't read the score either!"

"Didn't you realize that this song was sung by two people?"

"What about the two of you, two of you? No, Boss, you mean us to sing? But I can't sing either!" Wang Sicong finally got a little anxious.

Tang Deyan said: "It's okay, your part is all rap, you know about rapping, you can sing if you can speak. Besides, don't you think it's a pity if you don't sing the song for Sissy?"

After saying this, Wang Sicong fell into silence. After all, he is a boy of sixteen or seventeen. It may be the first time he is facing parting from life and death, and he has been feeling for a long time.When you grow up, the more you see, the faster you will be relieved.This is the cruel reality that human beings have to face.

"Okay, finish this song properly, Sissy will be happy in the sky, and we have to learn to face a new life. The recording studio is here, let's get off the car." Tang Deyan couldn't help but persuade.

The foreigner took the money to do business, and the two arrived at the Abbey Road recording studio at the agreed time, and Wilson was already waiting at the door.

Following Wilson to the second recording studio, Tang Deyan found that the equipment here is indeed complete, U87 condenser microphone, Chandler's microphone amplifier TG2, Apollo X8 sound card, and blue replica 76 compressor.There are also a lot of equipment that Tang Deyan can't name.

Wilson said proudly: "Look, these are all the equipment used by the Beatles, they are the best! Now dear friends, I think you can take out the sheet music, and I will recommend a suitable music producer for you."

Wang Sicong took out the song score given by Tang Deyan yesterday from his bag and handed it over. Wilson glanced at it and then sank into it.

Obviously he is a know-it-all, and he kept saying: "OMG, this is a fusion of R&B and RAP? The lyrics are also great, are they about nostalgia?..." He didn't stop talking for seven or eight minutes.

"Hello, Mr. Wilson, can you invite the producer?" Tang Deyan urged impatiently.

"Of course, of course. I mean, this song is really good, I think you need a higher level producer. Like Mr. Bob, but you know..."

"Get the price?" Tang Deyan asked.

"No, no, no, Mr. Bob can't be hired with money. He is only willing to sell if your song is good enough. So would you like to wait a moment and let Mr. Bob see this wonderful song score?" Wilson said.

"Will it take long?" Wang Sicong asked.

"Of course not. Mr. Bob is working on the second floor. I think we will have news soon."

"Okay then, go and come back quickly." Tang and Wang looked at each other, and Tang Deyan agreed.

Wilson took the sheet music and disappeared in a flash, his movements were quick like a man in his 40s.

"This old boy won't run away with your song!"

"It's okay, I registered the copyright in China, and it's useless if he takes it away, right?" Tang Deyan was not sure whether he recognized the copyright in China, which made Wang Sicong start to worry a little bit.

While the two brothers were thinking about it, Wilson had already run up to the second floor to find the chief music producer here.

In fact, singers hope to choose a good recording studio for recording, and those who open recording studios also hope to record good songs. This is also a kind of publicity for them, just like this Abbey Road studio, which talks about the Beatles recording here all day long. It is a symbol of seniority.

Not long after, Wilson returned to studio two with a man in his fifties with blond hair and a thin face.

"Let me introduce, this is Mr. David Bob, a top music producer who once helped the Beatles arrange music."

Before Wilson could finish his introduction, the old man raised the sheet music in his hand and said, "Sorry, may I ask who wrote this song?"

Wang Sicong looked at Tang Deyan, and Tang Deyan could only reply, "I wrote it."

"Wow, this song is great. I didn't expect the author to be so young." David Bob shook hands with Tang Deyan enthusiastically: "How do I call you, and who do you plan to entrust to sing this song?"

"My name is TANGDEYAN. Maybe Mr. Wilson didn't make it clear to you. We plan to sing this song ourselves." Tang Deyan directly reported the Chinese name, but he hadn't had time to pick up the English name.

"TANGDE Can I call you tang?" Bob chose to give up after reading two words.

Tang Deyan said what I said, and Bob continued: "Tang, this song is really great, I can't wait to make it, but I have to listen to your voice first, which is also very important for the matching of instruments."

In fact, it has nothing to do with matching instruments. Bob needs to listen to Tang Deyan sing, but he doesn't want a good song to be sung. This is the insistence of a music producer.

Tang Deyan didn't care, he just sang, cleared his throat, and sang:
"It's been a long day without you my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again.
After only singing four lines, Bob seemed to have an orgasm, and said excitedly: "Perfect voice, it's so great, I can't describe it, the emotion in this singing is so full of explosion! I'm sorry Tang, I doubted your singing ability, but now I'm sure, you are a natural singer, and we will definitely be able to make a meaningful piece of music together."

The foreigner boasted as if he didn't need money, but he seemed to have forgotten that this song was sung by two people. . .

　I made up these foreigners!Returning to China in the next chapter!Thank you for your messages, comments, recommendations, monthly tickets, favorites, follow-ups and rewards
　　
　
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