Ye Cheng rented a residential property in a community on the South Fourth Ring Road. Two people shared a living room with two bedrooms and one living room, and each person had to bear 1,600 yuan in rent per month.
When I first came to Beijing, Ye Cheng lived in a basement that costs 150 yuan a month. It was a little bigger. The landlord made it into 12 compartments. It was like lying on a coffin. Later, because he had to listen to music and arrange music at home during the day, he sometimes had to learn to arrange music and record songs by himself. It was really inconvenient to live in the basement with others. After changing the room twice, he finally moved to this place now.
Ye Cheng opened the door and entered the room, and happened to meet his roommate Sun Jianmin in the living room. Sun Jianmin said in surprise: "Hey, Acheng, did you finish work so early today?"
"The bar has been sealed. I'm looking for a job these two days." Ye Cheng was thinking about the phone he had just picked up, and answered casually and returned to his room.
Sun Jianmin is Ye Cheng's high school classmate and is now a senior student in Beijing. This guy told his family that he wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination and moved out of school to rent a house for easy study, but in fact he hid in a rental house all day long and was determined to be an online game anchor with a monthly income of one million.
When Sun Jianmin saw Ye Cheng responding, he went back to the room alone. He thought he lost his job and was in a bad mood. He didn't think much about it now and went back to his house to play games live.
After returning to his room, Ye Cheng turned on the computer directly, then searched for keywords such as "Hill", "Running Man", "Fan Ye", and "Obama", and found that there were indeed no such things on the Internet.
The Huawei phone I picked up is definitely something from another world!
Ye Cheng used his mobile phone to search for the encyclopedia of "Li Zongsheng" and found that this person was actually the godfather of Taiwan music in another world, and there are several other versions of "The Hill".
Ye Cheng listened to "The Hill" four or five times in a row, and after getting familiar with the melody, he learned to sing it.
I don’t know if I didn’t sing. After singing it, Ye Cheng realized that Li Zongsheng’s singing style was difficult to imitate, and he didn’t have the taste of singing it himself.
But Ye Cheng is a person who loves to be stubborn. The more difficult it is to imitate, the more he can arouse his interest. At the moment, he listens carefully to each syllable word by word, and then analyzes and figures out Lee Zongsheng's voice and breathing when singing. After practicing for three hours, the "Hill" sung by Ye Cheng barely has some flavor.
I felt that I had almost finished practicing, so Ye Cheng turned off the accompaniment and started singing a cappella, and used the recording software to record the effect. I felt good when I sang, but when I heard the recording, I always felt something was wrong. The difference was a slight mistake.
Ye Cheng couldn't figure out where he sang the wrong one. In a distress, he listened to the Hu Yanbin version of "The Hill" again. Now he finally felt less psychologically balanced.
Hu Yanbin's version of "The Hill" is too exaggerated. When he hears it, he knows that the hill has not been turned over. The fancy singing method not only does not add points, but also gives people a feeling of being smooth and unreliable.
Ye Cheng also understood what he lacked in "The Hill" he sang. What he lacked was life experience. To put it bluntly, this song is not suitable for young people to sing. If he could sing it, he also forced to say sorrow to write new lyrics.
Understanding this, Ye Cheng secretly warned himself that he must be cautious when choosing songs on his mobile phone in the future and never sing them with songs that do not fit his experience. It would be another to say whether he sang well or not, if he was suspected, it would be a bad thing.
It was almost 12 a.m. Ye Cheng did not continue practicing singing, but began to download songs with his picked mobile phone. Among the songs created by Leehom, "Crossing the Ocean to See You", "When Love Is Been a Past", "Song of Mortals", "Ghostly Being Being", "Loneliness" and other songs were at the forefront. Ye Cheng listened to them all and downloaded them to his mobile phone.
Among the characters related to Lee Zongsheng's encyclopedia, there are the names of Luo Dayou, Zhou Huajian and Jay Chou. Ye Cheng searched for the songs of these people and downloaded four songs: "Childhood", "Forget the Worry", "The East Wind Break" and "The Fragrance of Rice".
In the remaining time, Ye Cheng carefully browsed the current affairs news in the parallel world, and then downloaded seven or eight songs randomly to his mobile phone. Just as he was about to continue reading the news, he suddenly received a text message from Huawei mobile phone: "Your traffic that month is less than 10M..."
Ye Cheng quickly stopped browsing and downloading aimlessly. What he was most worried about now is: If this phone is out of order, where can I pay the phone bill?
It’s useless to think so much now. Ye Cheng clicked on the songs he downloaded casually and sounded. As soon as he opened the first song, he was so scared that he almost sat on the ground.
“Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen, giggle day,
Chicken Chicken Chicken Chicken Chicken Chicken Chicken Chicken Chicken Chicken, Gugu Day,
Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen, giggle day
rooster rooster rooster rooster rooster, oh, oh, oh,
Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen Hen…”
It was like a magical sound that filled his ears. Ye Cheng only listened to a few words and was almost killed by this divine song. What's so called a song?
Ye Cheng looked at the lyrics and subtitles in his mind, and ten thousand grass and mud horses ran by. How painful is the Chinese music scene in parallel time and space? How could there be such a crazy divine song?
When the third song "When You Are Old", Ye Cheng's injured heart was finally healed, and he was shocked by the lyrics, arrangements and singing of this song - he downloaded the version of Li Jian.
"When you get old and your hair is white,
Sleepy and drowsy..."
...
...
He woke up in a daze. It was already past nine o'clock in the morning. Ye Cheng yawned and finished washing up. He turned on the fire and boiled water and put two bowls of noodles. After taking the noodles out of the pot, he walked to the door of Sun Jianmin's room and knocked a few times, shouting: "Old Sun, get up and have dinner!"
"Here you come!" A very impatient voice came from Sun Jianmin's room. After a long time, this guy rubbed his sleepy eyes and started eating with his teeth without brushing his teeth.
Ye Cheng said disgustedly: "Damn, you are getting more and more sloppy, and you don't wash your hands or brush your teeth."
"Let's talk about it after you finish eating," Sun Jianmin's sleepiness completely disappeared after taking a few bites of noodles. He asked, "Do you want me to ask a friend to introduce you to a job? The income is definitely not as high as your DJ before, but it's better to have a job for the time being."
"No need, I want to take a break for two days." Ye Cheng rejected Sun Jianmin's kindness. His mind is now full of the Huawei phone he picked up.
Sun Jianmin nodded: "It's good to have a rest. In order to pay back the money in the past few years, you have not had a day of spare time."
Ye Cheng didn't want to talk about his own affairs, so he changed the topic and said, "What about you, how are you doing live game broadcast?"
"The career is on track!" Sun Jianmin became excited when he mentioned the live broadcast. He snapped his fingers and said happily, "When I was just live broadcasting, there were only a few dozen viewers. Now the peak audience is 8,000, and the average number of online users is more than 5,000."
"Just tell me how much you can earn in a month." Ye Cheng still couldn't understand.
Sun Jianmin smiled and said, "The guaranteed salary plus performance commission plus bonuses. You can earn about 5,000 yuan a month. My next goal is to earn more than 10,000 yuan a month."
Seeing that Sun Jianmin was complacent for his monthly salary of 5,000 yuan, Ye Cheng couldn't help but pour cold water on him: "Brother, you are a law major. From now on, you will take more than that little money when you are a lawyer. You are now live broadcasting for at least 10 hours a day, and sometimes your voice is hoarse. Is that little money worth it?"
Sun Jianmin didn't listen to the advice at all and said with a smile: "You don't understand this, we Shark TV have great master anchors who earned millions for several months. I'm just starting now."
Ye Cheng was speechless. As a friend, he could only say this. If he talked too much, he would make a lot of trouble.
After breakfast, Ye Cheng went back to his room to listen to and practice songs. When the bowl was thrown there, Sun Jianmin would go to wash it. There was a strict division of labor for the shared housework - Ye Cheng was responsible for cooking, and Sun Jianmin was washing dishes and wiping the table.
In the next few days, Ye Cheng stayed in his room.
He downloaded 19 songs in total. In addition to the works of Lee Zongsheng, Luo Dayou and others, there are also Lee Jian's "When You Are Old", Xu Wei's "Once You Are the One", Mo Xizi's "If You Are Dead", and Stefanie Sun's "Straight Forward" and "Green Light". These songs are of relatively high quality.
As for the remaining few songs, either the lyrics and music are mediocre, or the songs of the slander, Ye Cheng really doesn't like them.
In a blink of an eye, a week passed, and Ye Cheng had already dug down the lyrics and songs of more than ten good songs, thinking about how to sell these songs.
After thinking about it, Ye Cheng planned to find an acquaintance who had not been in touch for a long time to help. He took out his cell phone and searched for it for a while before he found the person's number. After dialing, he said, "Hey, Brother Liang, I am Ye Cheng... I just take your shift and be a DJ in Lelang Bar. Ye Cheng... Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time. Have you been free recently? I want to invite you out for a drink... I'll be free tonight? OK, OK, see you at 8 o'clock in the evening, Sanlitun!"
Ye Cheng passed the sample of the song he recorded on his computer to his mobile phone, had dinner early, and went out to Sanlitun.
The "Good Brother" he made an appointment with was Ke Liang. He used to be a DJ in a bar. Before leaving, he took Ye Cheng for a few months and taught him many skills in playing DJs. Later, this guy signed a music company and sent a record, giving himself a stage name "Ke Ke". However, due to poor sales of the record, Ke Liang later transferred from a singer to behind the scenes to become a recording engineer.
"Xiao Ye, here!" In the noisy and noisy bar, Ke Liang sat down at the bar and waved to Ye Cheng and shouted.
"Brother Liang," Ye Cheng walked over and greeted him before saying to the bartender, "Come and drink Parkson Ice Dragon."
Ke Liang is still the same as Ye Cheng’s impression, with a thigh of yellow hair on his forehead and a pair of black-framed glasses. The non-mainstream is mixed with literary style, but there is a bit of vicissitudes on his face.
"I haven't been to Sanlitun for a long time. I heard that the Lelang Bar was sealed off?" Ke Liang took a sip of whiskey and suddenly whistled at a big girl opposite.
The big girl was obviously bored to him, so she directly raised her middle finger to respond.
Ye Cheng began to take the opportunity to get close to it: "Yes, I was seized last week. I still remember that Brother Liang used to be a DJ to take me, and three years passed in a flash. Time flies so fast."
Ke Liang heard Ye Cheng's insincere sighing, and immediately smiled and said, "Come on, don't be with me. If you have any questions, I will definitely help you. If you can't help, it's useless to find me."
Ye Cheng took out his cell phone and said, "That's right, Brother Liang, I have written a few songs recently, and I want to ask you for help."
"Okay, I've written a song myself. I'll help me write one another day." Ke Liang joked and stuffed the headphones of his phone into his ears.
"Who is playing a song of the east wind with the pipa
Time peels off on the wall See when I was a child
I still remember that year we were all very young
Now the sound of the piano is quiet
You haven't heard of my waiting
…”
Ke Liang listened to the sample of "Dongfeng Po", and only went through simple arrangement. The pipa accompaniment inside was made by Ye Cheng using a tone library downloaded by the Internet, and the effect was very rough.
Although it was just a simple song sample, Ke Liang still heard the goodness of the song. His originally joking and relaxed expression soon became serious, and then he tapped his fingers on the bar and quietly finished listening to the paragraph.
"You really wrote it?" Ke Liang took off his headphones and asked.
Ye Cheng lied without blushing, "I wrote it."
Ke Liang asked: "What are you going to deal with this song?"
Ye Cheng asked back, "Brother Liang has any good suggestions?"
Ke Liang sighed for no reason: "If it were a few years ago, I would advise you to be a singer-songwriter, and I would suggest that the company sign you up. But now... there is no way out to play music, so I advise you to change careers as soon as possible. Don't be like me, I'm in my thirties before I wake up, and there is no way out."
Ye Cheng was not easy to disturb him and sad about spring and autumn. After Ke Liang finished speaking, he asked: "It's not easy to be a singer now?"
Ke Liang smiled bitterly and said, "Look at how many singers have released albums in a year? The traditional record industry is dead. The music company I signed up for now specializes in online songs. My daily job is to record those thrilling songs that you want to vomit when you listen."
Why did the traditional record industry decline?
Anyone who has a brain can guess a rough idea.
Nowadays, people who buy tapes and CDs when listening to music are all downloaded online for free. First-line singers may lose money when posting albums, let alone new debut singers.
Ye Cheng had no time to sigh at the decline of the record market. He asked, "Brother Liang, how do you think I am writing this song?"
Ke Liang commented seriously: "The lyrics and music are both excellent, very ancient, and rare good songs."
Ye Cheng asked again: "If I sell it to a music company, how much will it cost?"
He Junliang thought for a while and said, "Your song is of high quality and should be sold for more than 5,000."
"It's only 5,000?" Ye Cheng almost spit out his old blood. He dreamed of making money and paying off his debts with these songs.
"Do you think it's too little 5000? Do you think you are the famous lyricists and musicians?" Ke Liang said speechlessly.
Ye Cheng had never really entered the music scene, so he had no idea about the situation inside. He asked: "How much can the lyrics and music of that artist sell?"
Ke Liang asked: "Lin Dong, do you know? The big poet in Hong Kong."
Ye Cheng nodded quickly: "I know, the one nicknamed "The God of Words."
Ke Liang sighed: "When the Chinese record market was booming, Lin Dong's lyrics sold at most 100,000 yuan, which was Hong Kong dollars. But now? His lyrics have dropped below 30,000 yuan, and he often cannot receive the final payment. The composing is similar, and the current market is only 20,000 to 30,000 yuan per song, and those with higher quality can exceed 50,000 yuan."
"Why is this happening?" Ye Cheng said it, and realized that he had asked a stupid question. The record could not be sold anymore, so the price of the song would naturally fall.
Ke Liang continued: "This is the price of famous lyricists. As for songwriters like you who are not famous, it would be good to sell a lyric for a thousand yuan. The song is a little higher, basically more than 2,000 yuan. I said that the lyrics and songs of "Dongfeng Po" can be sold for 5,000 yuan in total because its quality is indeed very high."
Ye Cheng heard it and his heart fell. The higher his expectations, the greater his disappointment. He also thought of selling a song for tens of thousands of yuan and paying off his family's debts in a short period of time. However, he thought that reality was so cruel.
"If it is sold to a music company, then after the record is launched, the songwriter should have the copyright share, right?" Ye Cheng had not given up yet.
Ke Liang poured him a basin of cold water again: "Don't think about the subsequent share. The current record sales are a joke. As for the share of other channels, the domestic copyright protection is not strong, and the Music Association is also a group of bastards who are in corpse positions. You have to fight one by one before you can get back the money. The dispute can be fought until the year of the Monkey. And the sharing of the channels that are easy to get is made by music companies, and there are basically no singers or songwriters. Now you know why there are so few original works in the Chinese music scene. Who is willing to write if you can't make money?"
"How can music make money?" Ye Cheng said depressedly.
Ke Liang smiled and said, "That's why I advise you to change careers early. Many celebrities and celebrities in the music industry now rely on being judges, accepting endorsements, and conducting business performances to support themselves."
Ye Cheng looked disappointed. Under the influence of his mother, he had a musical dream since he was a child. Now, he was shattered by Ke Liang's words.
Perhaps because he saw his youth in Ye Cheng, Ke Liang sighed and said, "Let's do this, I'll take you to the company tomorrow to try it, but I can't guarantee how good the results will be."
Ye Cheng forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Brother Liang."
Chapter completed!