Divine Lucky Star

Young singer writing contest?

Wang Hao's eyes lit up in an instant: Is there such a good thing?! Is there any money for it?!

Is there nothing else on your mind besides money? Bai Yaning scolded with a smile: Of course there is money to win, the champion has a prize of 500,000.

Five hundred thousand bonus!

Fuck, one toilet is almost enough!

I'll go, I'll go! Wang Hao excitedly said, A lot of small money! Hahahaha!

Bai Yaning: ...

As a result, Wang Hao touched his chin suddenly, and said: But speaking of it, I have a lot of songs, but the problem is that I can't sing well!

That's easy, Bai Ya Ning drove straight to Youmeng recording studio: You just need to get the lyrics and music out. I'll find someone to sing, so you don't have to worry about that. How about it?

Of course, there is no problem if someone sings, Wang Hao nodded: Then what are you waiting for, let's go now. Oh, how many songs do you want? No problem! The champion is determined!

Bai Yaning pursed her lips and smiled: You're bragging again!

Wang Hao: ...

When telling the truth for Brother Mao, people will always be considered bragging!

...

In Cool Brother's music director's office, Zeng Wenhui was sitting on his sofa, busy with his work. As the music director of the largest music website in China, Zeng Wenhui often needs to write music reports for major domestic entertainment media. And today, he is writing the latest music ranking - the most searched song list in the first half of the year in Heaven.

This hot search list is a very formal ranking list in the heavenly music industry.

Almost all the hot songs that can enter the list are the hot songs that have appeared this year. The search and play volume of any song needs to be more than 100 million - the play volume of each song only needs to be played once. Therefore, many people repeat singles for a day, and they will count as many plays as they can. In this way, the unit of one hundred million is not too exaggerated.

It's just that in the current Zeng Wenhui's view, the songs that entered the list this time are far from meeting his requirements.

Sit on a tree and sing, play volume 125474787, PASS...

The man and woman sitting at the door, the playback volume is 136521478, PASS...

Write a song for you, the playback volume is 11548752***ASS...

After passing several songs in a row, Zeng Wenhui shook his head helplessly: Although the playback volume of these songs has increased, the quality is really too bad. After listening to it once or twice, it's just so-so. Can't spit...

Sweeping all the songs into the trash can, Zeng Wenhui said helplessly: Good songs are hard to find...

Old Zeng, a slightly bald middle-aged man sitting on the sofa took a sip of tea, shook his head and said, I don't like any of the songs you played. This time, the young singer songwriting competition, if only When these people are on stage, the ratings must be terrible! This is really not my target, I just want to say that their songs are all rubbish!

This middle-aged man's name is Du Zheyun, he is the director of the Heavenly Kingdom Musicians Association, and he can be regarded as a heavyweight. He proposed to hold this year's Young Singer Writing Competition.

That's not it, Zeng Wenhui also smiled wryly, and said, What kind of things are these young people doing now? It sounds like a lullaby. It's so-so after listening to it once or twice. Don’t fall asleep! If this is broadcast on TV at that time, and the audience will fall asleep after listening to it, then the fun will be great!”

The two of them were really depressed about this matter.

Although there must be good and bad in a program, at least there must be one that can catch people's attention.

Otherwise, with the standard of these songs, let alone the ratings, even the audience who came to watch the show might not be enough!

Ding ding ding—

Zeng Wenhui was feeling depressed when suddenly the phone rang, and when he picked it up, he was shocked!

Miss Concubine Bing? Zeng Wenhui made a silent gesture, Du Zheyun understood it, and immediately leaned over to listen together. Zeng Wenhui said: Miss Concubine Bing, why did you remember to call me?

Bai Yaning: Editor Zeng, do you still remember that Wang Hao?

Wang Hao? Zeng Wenhui's eyes lit up when he heard the name, and he said urgently: You must remember it! Why, is he going to participate in the Young Singer Writing Contest? Oh, yes, yes!

Du Zheyun whispered from the side: Wang Hao? Who is it?

Zeng Wenhui: Hush...

At this time, Bai Ya Ning replied: Well, he plans to participate, do you want to come and listen?

Wang Hao!

There are songs!

Fuck, this has to go!

Go, go, we must go! Zeng Wenhui's head was pecking like a chicken: It's Youmeng Recording Studio, right? No problem, I'll be there soon! By the way, Director Du Zheyun of the Music Association is also here, I'll take him Let's go together! Miss Bingfei, Wang Hao didn't say what the name of this song is?

Bai Ya Ning: 'Bubble'.

After reporting the title of the song, Bai Ya Ning hung up immediately!

Zeng Wenhui and Du Zheyun looked at each other in blank dismay.

Bubble? Du Zheyun shook his head when he heard the name, and said: This is a young singer writing competition, and the main theme is songs about love. This kid made some Bubble, can this song work? This Wang Hao Do you know it?

Of course! This is a very talented young man! He is the one who wrote the song Wind, Rain, Rainbow and Rose. Zeng Wenhui stroked the mustache on his chin and said, It's just that I also think that the title of this song It's a bit inappropriate, if you say something like Big Love, Little Love or Love is like a River, such a song title can move the audience. This Bubble... I don't know what it's about just by listening to the title of the song! Children blowing bubbles?

It's him, it seems that he has some skills. Du Zheyun stood up immediately, and said, Don't think about that, let's go, don't we know if it's a mule or a horse if we take it out for a walk?

The two of them went out and got into the car, and soon arrived at Youmeng Recording Studio.

As soon as he entered private room No. 1, Zeng Wenhui smiled and said, Little Wang is here, will you give me another surprise today?

It's nothing, it's just a song, Wang Hao greeted with a smile: Editor Zeng.

Du Zheyun looked at Wang Hao carefully.

He looks about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and looks quite sunny, but as for his song, can he do it...

In fact, Du Zheyun was still very skeptical.

You are Wang Hao, right? Du Zheyun smiled and stretched out his hand: I am Du Zheyun, director of the Music Association. I heard from Lao Zeng that you are very talented. I just don't know about your frothy song today... can it work? I can't tell anything just by looking at the title of the song!

Ah, I wrote it for fun when I was bored, Wang Hao reached out to shake his hand, and then said with a smile, Impromptu work, impromptu work.

Zeng Wenhui immediately curled his lips—brat, we can still be friends if you don't pretend to be aggressive!

Okay, everyone's here. Bai Ya Ning sat on the sofa, took a sip of her drink, and said, Wang Hao, you should sing it first.

She also knew that although Wang Hao could sing, he couldn't write music scores, so she went straight to the point and asked Wang Hao to sing.

But the problem is, Du Zheyun quit at this time...

Well, don't be in a hurry, Du Zheyun asked: There must be a lyrics score, right? Can you let me see it first?

This... Wang Hao scratched his hair: I don't know how to write that thing...

What?! Du Zheyun was startled when he heard this, and said, You can't even write this, and you still compose lyrics and music?

That's embarrassing.

Wang Hao can't write music scores, Bai Yaning and Zeng Wenhui know it, but the problem is that Du Zheyun doesn't know...

In Du Zheyun's mind, it's a fantasy that songwriters can't write music scores - who can't write music where you play with a hammer?

Old Du, this kid is like this, Zeng Wenhui hastily smoothed things over, Is that okay, let's listen to him sing first, that's what we did in the last song.

Okay, Du Zheyun sat down on the sofa, and said that he could listen to it without talking about it: Then let's sing.

Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders, then sat in front of the piano, and started walking!

Foam in the sun is colorful.

Just like me who was cheated, I am happy.

What is right or wrong, your lies, based on the fact that you still love me...

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