20 minutes passed like this. Lu Jian finished spreading everything, took out the soda with him and took a big sip, rubbed his mouth and looked at Qiao Qiao who was thinking.

"This is smooth, right? Before you see the essence of things, you must first give up your position, forget your loyalty, forget your feelings, forget your brotherhood and rock music, and look at the whole thing from the perspective of the bystander."

"It's true." Qiao Qiao nodded seriously, "but I... feel very bad."

"Because of brotherhood?"

"No, no...I feel too rational, very bad..."

"Don't you think you're very rational?"

"Yes, that was just now, but now, reason makes me uncomfortable." Qiao Qiao curled up unconsciously, as if she was really standing at the bow of the boat, "It's cold, too cold."

"Very good." Lu Jian couldn't suppress his praise, "You are a creator, not a scientist, and it feels good."

"I don't understand very much, Brother Jian."

"I will understand in the future. You haven't even started. How could you understand? I have been working for four or five years."

The more Qiao Qiao thought about it, the more wrong it became: "But you have only been working for three years, and you have to draft even when you lie, Brother Jian."

Hi, if you accidentally get me brainwashed, you will lose it!

"Don't care about those details..." Lu Jian waved his hand and said, "I've said everything I should say, you can see it yourself."

"Well, it's very attractive...but I chose to forget." Qiao Qiao closed her eyes, raised her hand and patted her on both sides of her head. She quickly opened her eyes again and showed a simple smile, "Let that stupid and good man, Brother Jian, stay in my memory."

Lu Jian's hand holding soda was trembling.

What? Self-cleaning memory immune brainwashing?!

Is there any such evil technique in the world?

If even such a bewitching can't keep him, there's really nothing I can do about it.

On the surface, it is indeed possible to ask Qiao Qiao to visit the recording studio, chat with Mr. West Lake, and listen to the song sample he just created. This may enhance his confidence in the company and stay here.

However, "Entertainment Star Factory" has a clear ban, and people outside the company are prohibited from visiting.

In other words, apart from verbal incitement, Lu Jian really has nothing to show off.

And he just used the most evil trick of bewitching, but still failed.

Lu Jian couldn't help but look up at the ceiling, unwilling to see through the ceiling.

Gradually, the unwilling mood was diluted by the blank color.

OK, stop being stubborn.

Lu Jian smiled relievedly.

Take your time and be happy.

Maybe the company is really bad now and shouldn't have the life.

The road is still long and there are many people, so you may have the opportunity to cooperate one day.

"Thank you for playing this game with me. I feel much better." Lu Jian stretched out his right hand and smiled, "I let it go, you can leave with confidence. I wish you to show your talents to the fullest, you can definitely do it."

"Is this Brother Jian?" Qiao Qiao felt much better when she looked at this smile. She immediately stretched out her right hand and held Lu Jian tightly, "You should also work hard, Brother Jian, don't be defeated by difficulties. To be honest, Brother Kang's idea is quite right. It's okay to do catering for a while and ensure funding."

"Right!" Lu Kang happened to come in and nodded vigorously when he heard this, "Tomato noodles, beef noodles, shredded noodles, snail noodles, sour bean noodles, large intestine noodles, I can make everything you can think of! We really have no musical cells, so we can't make good records."

OK, I am stable, but I am not optimistic about my younger brother. My future career will inevitably be very brilliant. It is a waste to call Lu Kang, so I should call him Lu Xudong.

"When it comes to the record..." Qiao Qiao suddenly remembered something, lowered her head and flipped it around in several pockets of her jeans, and finally pulled out a piece of paper that was almost rubbed out in her butt pocket. "Brother Jian... I have eaten and drunk for so long, and I haven't helped you... I don't have much ability, I have written a piece of song by myself..."

Qiao Qiao blushed halfway through her face and wanted to stuff the paper back: "Forget it... forget it... it's too bad, so stop making jokes."

"It's okay, I've seen all such bad songs." Lu Jian's expression became a little excited again, "Let me see it."

"I'd better not want it anymore... I was too impulsive just now and wanted to thank you." Qiao Qiao was still holding the rotten paper. "But this song is really bad... I didn't even dare to show it to the boss, as gifts are not enough... and you see, it's really bad."

Qiao Qiao raised her hand, and the wrinkled paper balls on her palms were rotten into three pieces.

Even so, Lu Jian still caught him instantly.

For a talented man, being able to create songs with toilet paper while sitting on the toilet is by no means a joke. It is true. He will not say hello before the inspiration comes, and he will not retract half of the poop from the poop on his own, so he has to grab the toilet paper.

So the question is, when the paper comes from, where does the pen come from?

Or should I use some other colored substances as pigments and apply them on toilet paper to record them?

Enough! This is not a question to think about now.

Lu Jian had already pulled the chair, squatted down, spread the paper balls, spread them flat, and pieced them together on the chair.

"Just stop laughing at me..." Qiao Qiao blushed and quickly picked up the drum and prepared to escape, for fear that the song would be criticized, "Then I'll leave first..."

"Give me a minute." Lu Jian stared at the music score without raising his head, "Just one minute, criticism is the cornerstone of progress."

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"Just give him another minute, it's not 60s." Lu Kang snatched the drum from Qiao Qiao's arms and told him, "Let him pretend to be better, but don't believe him. If he is professional, the company will not be like this."

"It's okay... music criticism is OK even if it's an amateur..."

Seeing that Lu Jian was watching it seriously, Qiao Qiao felt both ashamed and expectant. He never dared to show this song to others. It was too naive and too bad, and he really should have to hold it back.

But Lu Jian is right. Criticism is the cornerstone of progress. I dare not show it and I will never know whether it is good or not.

Anyway, there is no shame in the world, and the shame is much thicker.

Lu Jian looked at the music score and subconsciously raised his hand and gently bit the joint of the index finger.

Good handwriting and neat simplified score.

Unlike the complex and difficult-to-distinguish the simplified score, the simplified score uses numbers instead of notes. The seven numbers "1-7" represent the seven notes "do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-si" respectively. Below these numbers, horizontal lines are used instead of beats.

Simplified scores are mostly used for beginners or temporary records, but just like its name, it is difficult to record complex melodies, rhythms and tone changes.

As for the song written on straw paper in front of me, even if it is simplified, it is still too rough, without accent, without subtle, only basic beat signs and simple melody.

It doesn't matter, simplicity is a necessary condition for popularity. Let's see how simple this melody is:

5-5-5-5-3-4-5—7—

6-6-6-6-4-6-5—

The first main song is as naive as a nursery rhyme, but Lu Jian can feel the mathematical beauty of this melody. This is a basic spiral progression, and even Bach can only start from here.

Only such a basic spiral progression can be mastered by beginners. A little more professional will disdain this.

etc……

Sol-sol-sol-sol-mi-fa-sol—si—
Chapter completed!