full-time artist

But in March, the number of downloads of this song did not seem to increase.

This shows that there are some songs that listeners like to listen to in the short term, but after listening to them for a long time, they will feel tired.

This kind of song is relatively suitable for the charts, and the short-term freshness is strong enough.

Even "Balloon" isn't that good on the charts. It relies more on the balloon challenge launched on Weibo's hot search.

Audiences in Qinzhou are already overwhelmed by the huge amount of new songs every month.

Just one month is not enough, and it may take longer for them to know which song they like best.

Moreover, there is another rule of Qinzhou music:

Each song has five free trial opportunities every month.

Under such rules, there will inevitably be some free parties.

Because for some people, even if they like a song, they don’t need to spend money to download it. Five free trial opportunities every month are enough.

How many times a month do you listen to your favorite songs?

Those who are willing to download either like this song very much, or they don't care about the little money at all.

and so.

In the twelve seasons of the year when Qinzhou music hits the charts, it is very difficult to see that the number of downloads of a song explodes to a certain extent in the first month of its release, unless the song is really good to the extent that it is against the sky. This is not the same as the earth. the same.

"There are four."

Lao Zhou stared at Lin Yuan: "As long as there is another song with more than one million downloads, you can become a senior composer, that is, the new trump card of the composition department on the tenth floor!"

There was another sentence that Lao Zhou didn't say.

That is, if Lin Yuan becomes a senior composer this year, then he will be the youngest trump card in the whole star.

Lin Yuan nodded.

Lao Zhou smiled and said: "Okay, you go to work first, and let me tell you a news by the way, the company is also paying attention to you recently, which is very good for your future."

"Ah."

Lin Yuan stood up.

When he walked to the door, he heard a call from Lao Zhou: "Yang Zhongming has returned from Qizhou, and I plan to send someone there again."

"..."

Send someone to Qizhou?

After hesitating for a while, Lin Yuan left.

Back on his seat, Lin Yuan thought silently:

There is only one song left, and I am the trump card. Do you want to rush now?

Anyway, I didn't release a song last month, so it's a month off, right?

And only by becoming the trump card can you get a higher share.

This is what Zhao Jue said, and it was very tempting to Lin Yuan.

So, on the way back to school at night, Lin Yuan finally made a decision.

He was walking on the school road, took out his mobile phone, and called Sun Yaohuo.

Sun Yaohuo answered very quickly. He always answered Lin Yuan's calls in seconds, and he just said this sentence:

"Student, what do you need me to do?"

"After a while, come to the company to record songs." Lin Yuan said.

He intends to give "Red Rose" to Sun Yaohuo, this is the last song in his hands, it is very suitable for downloading, and Sun Yaohuo's vocal skills can also control this song.

"what?"

Sun Yaohuo thought he heard it wrong.

Lin Yuan thought for a while and said, "[-] cents."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yuan hung up the phone, not giving the other party room to negotiate the price.

"..."

Sun Yaohuo was walking on the street at this time, when he heard the news suddenly, he was stunned for several seconds.

It wasn't until Lin Yuan hung up the phone and a series of busy tones came from the phone that he came back to his senses and understood the meaning of Lin Yuan's words just now.

"Alas!"

He was suddenly overjoyed, almost dancing, and almost threw his phone away: "I'm going to be hot again!"

The streets are crowded with people.

But Sun Yaohuo didn't care about it, he had fun on the street, and even happily sang a song: "I am this dazzling moment, the instant flame across the sky..."

People around quickly avoided him.

The little girl passing by was surprised: "Mom, what happened to this uncle?"

The girl's mother sighed, her face full of emotion: "It's all forced by life, you must study hard in the future, so that you won't be like him when you grow up."

"Oh."

The girl nodded half understanding.

Chapter 81 Mysterious Codes

The next day was Sunday, and Lin Yuan went to work as usual.

Today, in Qinzhou Academy of Arts, the Department of Fine Arts has ushered in a collective exam.

Exam time is one day.

Watercolor in the morning, sketching in the afternoon.

The exam on this day not only challenged the students' painting skills, but also challenged the physical strength of the instructors of the art department——

The tutors of the art department need to score the students' grades on the same day, so that they can be announced directly the next day.

Time is limited.

After the exam, the students called it a day and went back to the dormitory.

The instructors of the art department had to stay in the office and work overtime to correct the test papers.

It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that the tutors of the Art Department finished scoring one after another.

In a large office of the Art Department.

Kong An, the professor of the painting department, was in a very happy mood. He stretched his waist and smiled and said, "It's finally over. Have you noticed that the students' sketch scores seem to have improved a lot this semester?"

"Yes."

Kong An's words aroused the sympathy of all the sketch instructors.

Anyway, the test papers have been corrected, and everyone chatted while waiting for the final statistics of the results:

"The progress is indeed quite big."

"I approved a hundred paintings, and I came across a dozen particularly good sketches. In the past, there were at most three or five."

"The grades are being recorded next door. It is estimated that the average score for sketching this time will be much higher than last semester. It seems that everyone has been learning sketching well recently."

"..."

At this time, one of the sketch teachers said: "Recently, there is a sophomore in the painting club who is teaching sketch for a fee. This year, the overall score of sketch in the art department has improved. I think he is a part of the credit."

"I heard that too."

A female sketch teacher who was drinking coffee said: "There is a student in our class who is not good at sketching. After studying with him twice, his level has really improved significantly."

"What surprised me was that the person teaching was also a student, and not from our art department."

Drinking coffee, the teacher said regretfully: "If you are so good at teaching, I must be very good at sketching. Why didn't you apply to our art department at the beginning."

"And this thing?"

Kong An couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

As a professor of fine arts who specializes in sketching, he seldom gives lessons to students in person.

Occasionally teaching students is also a large-scale public class. There are too many students to face, and it takes half a day just to roll their names, so I don't know this situation.

"I listened to the students."

The sketch instructor by the window smiled and said, "That kid seems to be called Lin Yuan. He is a sophomore student in the composition department. Recently, he goes to the painting club to teach for a fee every day. His price is not cheap."

"Lin Yuan?"

Kong An asked, "How much?"

Someone replied: "Five hundred and one hours."

Kong An was stunned: "Good guy, I only pay 1000 yuan an hour for external teaching..."

As a dignified professor of Qin Yi, Kong An's professional title is there, and he is specialized in sketching. He is also considered a respectable figure in the painting world, so he dares to charge 1000 yuan an hour!

As a result, a student who has not yet graduated to teach sketching dares to ask for five hundred and one hours?

Is it cheaper to charge yourself?

Or is the student fee too exaggerated?

This is treating the students of our art department as fat sheep, right?

Noticing Kong An's dissatisfaction, the instructor who drank coffee sneered and said, "It's definitely not comparable to Taishan Beidou in your industry, but that kid does have two brushes. Many students have improved a lot after learning from him. In the end, I think the five hundred and one-hour fee is quite worth it.”

Kong An slightly emphasized his tone: "No matter what, I'm just a student. This kind of atmosphere is not good."

"Sure enough, Professor Kong, you think so too, right?"

Beside Kong An, a male sketch teacher snorted: "Actually, I'm not used to this matter, why don't you come forward to criticize it, and if you come forward to stop it with your status, you can definitely put an end to this kind of thing. Phenomenon!"

This male sketch teacher disliked Lin Yuan very much.

Because once between classes, he heard a few students discussing that his teaching level was not as good as Lin Yuan's.

I am a senior sketch tutor, and the following commented that I am not as good as a sophomore, so I am really angry.

"Old Gao, what you said is wrong."

The instructor who was drinking coffee frowned and said, "It is a fact that after Lin Yuan taught, the students' sketch scores have indeed improved, and the students who attended his teaching classes all voluntarily spent money. No one stole or robbed. What's the matter?" wrong."

"Just a few examples."

The male tutor known as Lao Gao said lightly: "You don't need to magnify the credit of that student. The one-to-one teaching model can indeed improve students' grades in a short period of time when their sketching skills are not bad, but we are teachers. , we have to teach a whole class of students, this is the overall view we should have as sketch instructors, do you only teach one student in class?"

The coffee-drinking instructor don't turn his head away from him.

Lao Gao was bored, his face was a little smelly.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a staff member said, "Professor Kong, the score statistics are ready, please take a look."

"Ah."

Kong An took the grade sheet and glanced at the top [-] candidates in this exam, and suddenly asked, "Is there something wrong with the system? Why do all the students have an L after their names?"

"It's not a system problem."

The staff member smiled wryly and said, "I don't know why, anyway, in this exam, many students with good grades have added this letter after their names, and I can't compare it with the student ID card to confirm, so I just followed the student's writing. The name is recorded."

Kong An said dissatisfied: "Nonsense."

The teacher drinking coffee said, "Let me see."

Kong An gave her the report card.

She was also confused when she saw it for the first time, but when she saw it for the second time, she seemed to understand something suddenly, and she couldn't laugh or cry for a while: "I seem to understand, you should take a look too, and claim each other by the way." s student."

what's the situation?

Still accepting students?

The other instructors couldn't help being curious, they took the transcripts and looked at them one after another. After reading them for a few seconds, everyone's expressions became strange.

"what happened?"