Son, how did you become the richest man in elementary school?

Every song is money, and what I need now is money, of course I have to give more.

But doing so is actually risky.

In case someone has already created a certain song and crashes with himself, although it is not a big problem, it should be avoided as much as possible.

Next, Gu Xiu began to search on the Internet.

After confirming, Gu Xiu started his own "song writing".

And the other side.

Cosmic Records, Zhang Yingjie just turned off the computer, and three pretty girls beside her came up:

"Sister Zhang, are you ready to contact me?"

"Do we have a new song?"

"Is it the same person you said earlier who wrote two good songs?"

"..."

Looking at the three artists who performed well in the show and were selected to form a group, Zhang Yingjie didn't know how to answer for a while.

She valued that man named Uncle Gu because the two songs he wrote for Guang Lyon were both excellent and pleasant to the ear.

That's why she couldn't wait so much, hoping to make an appointment with Uncle Gu.

But now for a real chat.

Zhang Yingjie's heart was unavoidably a little beating.

What does this person say?

He has a weird temper and is a little too arrogant, even daring to say that he can prepare a new song in a day.

It's not impossible, but she always feels that the other party is a little too perfunctory.

What kind of magic can be done in one day?

"Don't worry, I have already contacted that excellent creator, and I will come up with the songs I created for you soon."

"You are the ones that the company intends to focus on training in the future, and the company's resources will fully support you!"

The three little girls suddenly became excited and stopped pestering Zhang Yingjie.

But Zhang Yingjie was already anxious.

And this kind of anxiety lasted until the next day, when she looked at the email Gu Xiu sent her.

Totally exploded.

"So, you wrote so many songs in one day???"

Chapter 23 You Call This Thing Music?

"You wrote so many songs in one day?"

Zhang Yingjie even frowned when she asked this sentence.

"What's the matter, is there a problem?"

Looking at Gu Xiu's answer, Zhang Yingjie was dumbfounded for a while.

Is there a problem?

Of course there is a problem!

In this line of work, it is not uncommon for Zhang Yingjie to have heard of some talented composers who may be able to complete a song in a few hours.

even.

Nowadays, Jay Chou, who is popular all over the country, even claims to be able to complete a song in the time of going to the toilet.

But writing a song fast is not the same as writing six songs a day.

And now, there are six new songs in Gu Xiu's mailbox!

"Mr. Gu, I believe I made it very clear yesterday that what we want is high-quality goods, and we have very high requirements for the quality of songs."

"Besides, what we want are songs that match our artists, not just casually taking out some saved manuscripts to fill up the number."

From Zhang Yingjie's point of view, Gu Xiu was either making a fool of himself, or taking out the previously saved manuscripts.

This made Zhang Yingjie a little unhappy.

It's not that you can't use the archive.

But I have already made it very clear that the song I want is a suitable song.

In one day, Zhang Yingjie was very suspicious of creating a song.

Not to mention, Gu Xiu took it out this time.

It's a full six songs!

But in the face of Zhang Yingjie's anger, Gu Xiu on the other side was very flat, without any explanation, let alone any apology. Instead, he questioned:

"So, do you know music or not, professional or not?"

Zhang Yingjie was very happy.

This person is so arrogant, how can I call him the father of the gold master?

After all, it is considered Party A, right?

Although he has always been polite to him, is he not clear about his status?

"I really don't know much about music."

"But I also know that writing six songs a day is a bit too perfunctory."

"Really?" Gu Xiu's attitude remained unchanged: "Is it perfunctory, why don't you find a professional to try to play it?"

"it is good!"

After chatting, Zhang Yingjie closed Penguin angrily, and then she quickly called the old employees of the company's music department to come.

She is the manager of the girl group and also the manager of the artist department.

She really doesn't understand music.

At least, looking at the score that Gu Xiu brought, she couldn't tell with the naked eye what the score would look like after it was turned into music.

But she doesn't understand.

It doesn't mean that no one understands the company.

"Mr. Gao, please help me find out how the six songs are, and give me some advice from your professional perspective."

This is the task Zhang Yingjie entrusted to this employee.

She considers herself a refined woman.

Even though she felt that Gu Xiu's six songs were definitely not good, she was still willing to listen to professional advice, so that Gu Xiu could understand.

I am very picky.

I am not a waste recycling bin!

"Of course it's okay, Mr. Zhang, wait a moment."

Teacher Gao nodded, holding the manuscript paper printed out by Zhang Yingjie, with some dissatisfaction in his eyes, but he did not refuse.

Zhang Yingjie noticed this dissatisfaction, but didn't say much.

This teacher Gao is an old songwriter of Universal Music.

Although so far, no outstanding works have been produced, but the vision and professional strength are still excellent.

This time, the company intends to promote this new girl group.

Teacher Gao also wrote several songs.

But it is a pity that they were eliminated without exception. Either his songs were too old or too earthy, which made him a little angry all the time.

Zhang Yingjie knew this.

It was precisely because he knew that Mr. Gao was angry, that's why he came here on purpose, in order to let a person who was not convinced, find fault with him.

Facts have proved that it is true.

Just after watching the first song, Teacher Gao became a little angry:

"Is this also called music?"

"If this is also called music, it is an insult to the word music!"

"This is obviously a trash song."

"It needs depth without depth, and connotation without connotation. The tune is simple and simple, and the lyrics are full of saliva. It is simply a hot chicken song."

"Such a song, Mr. Zhang, are you going to sing it for our girl group singer?"

"So bad?" Zhang Yingjie frowned.

She really wanted to find fault with Gu Xiu's song, but Mr. Gao, isn't it a bit too exaggerated?

It is understandable to spray directly.

But scold hot chicken directly?

Even, directly devaluing it as worthless?

"Mr. Zhang, although I have always been a little bit unwilling to accept the company's rejection of my song, but I would not deliberately belittle others just because of this matter."

"I'm still a professional person."

"This song can't be worse!"

"I can't even use words like song to describe this song!"

Look at Teacher Gao's serious expression.

Zhang Yingjie was stunned for a moment, but finally nodded, and took out the second song she promised and handed it out:

"what about this?"

"This song is slightly better than the first one, but it's still the same sentence, this is hot chicken."

Zhang Yingjie was dumbfounded: "But I think the lyrics seem quite interesting."

"But the lyrics are interesting, and it still can't change the badness of this song from a professional point of view. The song is too simple, even simple without too many skills."

"I'm sure, if we release an album of such songs, I'm afraid that the professional music media will laugh to death immediately."

Such an evaluation made Zhang Yingjie a little speechless.

He took out the next four songs one after another.

Fortunately, to Zhang Yingjie's relief, this time Teacher Gao finally stopped scolding hot chicken directly.

"How should I say this song? If you want to say it's excellent, it's not considered excellent. It can be used to make up the number. It's better than ordinary songs, but it's not that brilliant."

"This song is about the same. To put it bluntly, it is just two words, mediocre."

"This one doesn't work, it feels too provocative. I don't recommend our singers to sing such a song."

"what!"

Finally, after seeing the last song soon, Teacher Gao finally nodded slightly: "This song is good, the tune and lyrics are very suitable, I think it is not bad to use it as the title song."

Oh?

Zhang Yingjie was a little surprised.

To be honest, when I first watched the first two songs, Zhang Yingjie wondered if Teacher Gao deliberately belittled Gu Xiu because of dissatisfaction.

After all, you can say that people are poor, but you don't have to be so angry and look down upon them.

The next two songs can be regarded as returning to normal.

This last song surprised even Zhang Yingjie.

Are there any really good songs?

Taking a closer look, Zhang Yingjie saw the name written on it.