What's wrong with rapper being 0!

"Which one?" Qin Fangcong stood behind Yang Fengyu and told him to face the microphone, his hands remained unmoved.

The recording studio was not too narrow, but Qin Fangcong pinched his neck and pressed it against Yang Fengyu's back as if he hadn't seen it.

Yang Fengyu's face was flushed red, and he hesitated and said: "When you are recording for others, do you do it yourself so fucking yourself! What a freak!"

As soon as the words finished, Qin Fangcong frowned, exerted a little strength in his hand, and squeezed the back of Yang Fengyu's neck, "Sing first."

"Grass!" Yang Fengyu felt that he was very much like a puppy struggling weakly by the back of the neck, and couldn't help cursing, "Where are you carrying the dog?"

Goosebumps all over Yang Fengyu's body, subconsciously shrunk his neck, and was grabbed by Qin Fangcong, "The hourly salary is five thousand, and you have already wasted two hundred."

"You profiteer!"

Lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot, Yang Fengyu had no choice but to stiffen his neck and speak.

The effect is still not very good, Qin Fangcong's hand on his neck is too strong, which makes him more nervous.

Qin Fangcong shook his head, and withdrew his hand as usual, "Have you opened your voice yet?"

"No...you still need to speak up? I'm not very good at it."

Qin Fangcong narrowed his eyes, stared at his slightly flushed cheeks from top to bottom, stretched out two hands solemnly, pinched the soft flesh of his cheeks, and rubbed them gently.

"Damn!!!" Yang Feng's voice turned up, he covered his face and avoided it, and looked back at Qin Fangcong with a look of horror, "Don't touch me! What the hell are you trying to do! The last one pinched me The face is already..."

Speaking of this, Yang Fengyu suddenly froze.

The last one who pinched his face and was unharmed was Brother Xiaoshu.

They haven't seen each other for a long time.

Qin Fangcong withdrew his hand, and quickly tapped his forehead with his fingers: "Just roar, try again."

"..."

Qin Fangcong patted Yang Fengyu's head, "It's quite soft, don't squeeze it next time."

Yang Fengyu looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with his eyes wandering, and he didn't stand in front of the radio suspiciously until Qin Fangcong went out.

"Let's sing." Qin Fangcong returned to his expressionless expression.

"Oh..." Yang Fengyu complained silently in his heart, pretending to be so serious, as if he wasn't the one who pinched his face just now.

After one pass, the effect was much better than just now, and Qin Fangcong's expression softened a bit, "Your intonation in the previous few passes is fine, but your throat is not open, and your voice sounds astringent."

Said to play it twice for him.

"You can hear the difference. The pitch has never been wrong. It's a problem with the state. This song can't be accepted, so let's sing it."

Yang Fengyu snorted twice: "Is it open enough now? Do you want to swear a few more words? My vocabulary is as rich as his father's."

"Yes." Qin Fangcong said.

"Your uncle," Yang Fengyu rubbed his face twice, "Do you know that since I was a child, I dislike others pinching my face the most! They even slapped my head! And pinched my neck!"

Qin Fangcong said lightly, "Yes."

Originally, he wanted to wait for the small firecrackers to continue to output, but Yang Fengyu coughed in a serious manner, his gaze was erratic, and he continued in a light tone: "But for the sake of you recording for me, we are even."

The corners of Qin Fangcong's lips rose, he raised his watch and glanced at it, and said leisurely, "You've lost your 200 yuan."

Yang Fengyu: "Damn it...why didn't I see it before? Qin Fangcong, you are really...to be a university teacher is too inferior!"

"Fifty."

"All right, all right, I'll continue! If I don't fucking continue, I'm going to sell myself!"

Qin Fangcong raised his eyebrows: "I don't mind."

Yang Fengyu had already put on his earphones, so he didn't hear this sentence.

After this pass, Yang Fengyu didn't feel nervous at all, and Qin Fangcong nodded after singing a few times, "It's over."

Yang Fengyu put down the headphones with a sigh of relief, and looked at the time. It was just eleven o'clock, and it had been more than half an hour since they started recording.

"I used to buy an accompaniment for [-] knives, but now it costs [-] knives to record, and I haven't made any money doing rap until now. I'm such a fucking genius for financial management."

Qin Fangcong put on his glasses, and clicked his finger on the mouse after hearing this, "Okay."

"So fast?" Yang Fengyu went to the computer, took an earphone from Qin Fangcong, bent down and listened carefully.

Without tuning, and without adding messy electronic sounds and reverb, Yang Fengyu's voice and accompaniment are very naturally integrated.

"Grass," Yang Fengyu couldn't help but sigh, "This is too sweet!"

Qin Fangcong skillfully saved the backup, forwarded it to Yang Fengyu, and handed him a USB flash drive, "Fill in the song information by yourself, and write more accompaniments for practice in the future. You can sell it online, so you don't have to sell yourself."

"Okay..." Yang Fengyu took it over, "I'm just joking! You can really sell yourself!"

Qin Fangcong glanced at him, but didn't speak.

The two pushed open the door of the studio to go out, and the two outside looked at them in unison.

Qin Lang: "Are you done?"

"En." Qin Fangcong picked up the coat hanging in the entrance, and said to Qin Lang as he walked out: "You go down first, the car is at the usual place."

"Oh, what about you?" Qin Lang asked casually.

Qin Fangcong had already closed the gate, but he was not in a hurry to leave. Yang Fengyu followed behind him with a dazed expression, "Then I'll go first?"

Just as he was about to run away, Qin Fangcong grabbed his hat and said, "Wait."

Qin Lang and Qian Mu looked at each other and frowned slightly.

"You guys go down first." Qin Fangcong repeated, opening the battery box of the fingerprint lock, pressing a few numbers on the panel, and spreading out a palm towards Yang Fengyu.

Yang Fengyu was inexplicable: "Why?"

Qin Fangcong gave a soft "tsk", grabbed his wrist, completely wrapped Yang Fengyu's hand, squeezed his index finger and pressed it on the fingerprint panel.

Yang Fengyu's pupils trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Qin Fangcong held his wrist firmly: "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to sell yourself?"

Yang Fengyu showed panic on his face: "Crap, I've already been told that I'm a serious rapper!"

"If you have time to come here by yourself, don't ask me," Qin Fangcong tried his best to shorten the distance between the two, "You can only come by yourself, you can always..."

"Your uncle! I don't sell myself!!" Yang Fengyu pulled his hands angrily, and took two steps back, but he saw the surprised eyes of those two people out of the corner of his eye.

"...Come here and make a beat." Qin Fangcong said leisurely.

Yang Fengyu: "Huh?"

"If you don't want to sell yourself, come here to make a beat, your fingerprints will be recorded, anytime."

Yang Fengyu mumbled: "Can you stop using such a misleading way of expression..."

"Yang Fengyu."

"I'm a producer with hundreds of dollars for accompaniment and thousands of hours for recording."

"Most people don't ask me to record."

Yang Fengyu looked surprised: "What about me?"

"you are the first."

Yang Fengyu was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, Qin Fangcong took out his mobile phone, clicked on the memo, and handed it to Yang Fengyu, "Repay your debt slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

Yang Fengyu: "..."

He always felt something was wrong.

For example, such a long string of bills, even if his accompaniment can sell for two hundred dollars, may have to be written in the next life to pay off.

The two walked into the elevator side by side, Qin Fangcong seemed to see what he was thinking, and said slowly: "Besides selling beats, you have many ways to make money."

"for example?"

"For example, when you release a new song, what you lack is not strength, but opportunity and exposure. If there is an opportunity, such as variety shows and cooperation, you can try it."

Yang Fengyu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Nowadays many programs are promoted by capital, I don't want to really participate in the audition, I just want to make music down-to-earth."

"What about the program dedicated to music?"

"Ah?" Yang Fengyu was puzzled, "If it's suitable, I definitely want to go, the premise is that this kind of program is usually not an audition, but an invitation, I'm so confused, the director will definitely not like me. "

"You can do it if you want."

"what?"

As soon as he heard that Yang Fengyu had an appointment for dinner with the people from the label at noon, Qin Fangcong didn't even ask for the address, and said directly, "By the way, I'll see you off."

Yang Fengyu sat in the co-pilot under the surprised eyes of the two people in the back row, fastened his seat belt, and then reported an address.

"Not going to the label?"

It was rare for Qin Fangcong to ask more questions, Yang Fengyu nodded, "Well, I'll go to Brother Wen first, and he invites you to dinner at noon."

"Brother Wen?" Qin Fangcong repeated.

Yang Fengyu thought he didn't remember, "Oh, Brother Wen is the manager of our label, Cheng Wen, you should have seen him at the bar that day."

This title made Qin Fangcong frowned.

Don't you call me brother?

Yang Fengyu didn't realize it: "It seems that you are about the same age? My songs were recorded for me by Cheng Wenzu's recording studio before. Without them, I might not have made it to where I am today."

Qin Fangcong's forehead twitched.

The car soon stopped in front of Cheng Wen's office building. Yang Fengyu jumped out of the car and said to Qin Fangcong, "Thank you for helping me record the song today! I'll treat you to dinner another day."

Qin Fangcong nodded without saying anything.

The last meal has not been settled yet, and there is another meal.

Yang Fengyu didn't wait long, and Cheng Wen came out with a briefcase, "Hey, you're so active, little coconut?"

"Isn't that right? If someone treats you to dinner, you're still not active? That's a problem with your thinking."

Cheng Wen smiled: "Yangzi said that you went to write a song, how is it?"

Yang Fengyu got very excited when he mentioned this, took out a Bluetooth headset from his pocket, handed one to Cheng Wen, "Listen to you!"

The two walked towards the parking lot side by side, because they were very close to each other because they watched the same screen while walking.

Just as Yang Fengyu wanted to explain to him, he suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye. When he looked up, the big black Benz was still parked where it had just started.

"what happened?"

"It's okay..." Yang Fengyu watched the car drive away in the opposite direction, a little confused.

"Hey, it's really good! Did you write the accompaniment yourself?"

Only then did Yang Fengyu look away, and his hands in his pockets were groping for the USB flash drive, his cheeks were slightly hot, he was a little embarrassed, and there was an imperceptible pride in his tone:

"It was taught by Qin Fangcong, and he also recorded the audio for me."

Cheng Wen wondered: "What's the situation between you and him? Isn't he a ghost? Didn't he not live together a few days ago?"

Yang Fengyu turned his head to look out the window, his eyes were deliberately deep, but he couldn't hold back the smile on his lips: "It's not what it used to be~"

the other side.

The low air pressure in the car lasted for a long time before Qin Lang's voice came out.

"Don't put on a bad face, Qin Fangcong, and he can't see it. Why do big men get jealous?"

Qin Fangcong glanced at him coldly.

"Also, one east and one west, you call this a drop in the road?"

"If you don't say a few words, you will die?" Qin Fangcong's eyes flickered, he took out a cigarette, unlit it, and ground it between his teeth.

For some reason, the sound of "Brother Wen" lingered in his mind.

Yang Fengyu's voice was very nice, but this one was particularly ear-piercing.