"This song doesn't work!" The middle-aged man became more and more excited. "I can go out to record the song before. I have to do it myself, and I can't explain it clearly, but I have to do it myself!"

Lu Jian also hopes that he will do it himself, after all, he can grow and upgrade in this way.

Qiao Qiao had already left the shed at this time. Looking at the two people who were arguing, they probably understood: "What you mean is that I already..."

"Yes." Lu Jian turned his head and said, "As far as this song is concerned, it can already enter the recording stage."

"Is there no arrangement yet?"

Mr. West Lake lit the table: "5 minutes, give me 5 minutes, it's already in my mind. As for the lyrics, would you like to try this version I filled in?"

Qiao Qiao walked to the table and quickly savored the lyrics of the middle-aged man.

"Brother, I have more artistic conception than me. I'm completely in tune with the chorus given by Brother Jian."

"Okay, then you guys practice first." Lu Jian had already walked towards the door, "Shad some polish, I'll do something else."

"At least give me a good guitar and a violin." Mr. West Lake didn't look at Lu Jian and sat down with Qiao Qiao.

"It's easy to deal with." Lu Jian told Qiao Qiao, "My buddy is very good, learn from him."

"I've wanted to say it a long time ago." Qiao Qiao nodded vigorously. "I've also played music synthesis before, but compared to this, it's simply a house play."

"Starting today, you must play everything well, otherwise don't play."

"Brother Jian, hurry up and find musical instruments for your buddy."

"Um."

Lu Jian handed Qiao Qiao to Mr. West Lake with confidence. Mr. West Lake's major is different from Robin in the music classroom, and is more inclined to the technical and theoretical level, including creative methods, arrangement skills and other professional knowledge, which is completely similar to Qiao Qiao's approach.

Lu Jian was walking in the corridor, feeling a little excited.

Qiao Qiao's voice was far beyond expectations. With him and Mo Xijun, as long as the work passed, it might be able to set off a tsunami-like trend. As a producer, this is simply the most exciting thing.

Moreover, the single was released much earlier than expected. He didn't expect that Qiao Qiao would be almost at the level of the recording studio as soon as she started her career. Mr. West Lake even gave the finished product of "You, the Deskmate". He originally planned to have a month to release the work, but now it seems that there will be hope in two or three days.

The artist is so powerful, but his boss's homework has been pulled down. Not to mention the release of singles, he cannot even provide the right equipment and pass-through instruments...

What did Lu Jian do for so many years before?

After a little recollection, I can only sigh...

This Lu Jian really managed to survive. In order to survive, he sold all the valuable things in the company. Because he finally invested in TF and even sold the instruments. Anyway, TF has its own instruments.

As for the money on hand, if you count out a month's salary and daily expenses, you can only work hard for 100,000 yuan, thanks to TF's termination of the contract.

If you are a professional producer, you may be laughing and crying when you hear this budget. You should know that top artists can spend tens of millions to smash a single. This is not considered the cost of release and public relations.

Moreover, the profit situation is still unclear. Whether this world is playing digital albums or playing copyrights, Lu Jian has not yet studied thoroughly, and he is even more confused about the distribution and promotional routines.

The song "You, My Deskmate" will cost up to 50,000 yuan, and you can't spend more than 50,000 yuan. You must leave at least 50,000 yuan to prevent the company from going bankrupt.

50,000, which is the price of a good guitar. It is not enough to go out to rent a studio to record.

There are only two ways in front of you, either you can get enough 1,000 gold coins to upgrade to the recording studio and become stronger.

Or you can get at least 150,000 to go out to record.

Wait... Mr. West Lake insists on doing this song himself. If you trust him, there seems to be only one way.

This is simply a question of whether there is a chicken or an egg first. If you don’t have good equipment, you can’t produce good works. If you don’t have good works, you can’t get gold coins to upgrade equipment.

Do you borrow money to buy equipment? It’s impossible. Lu Jian had offended all his father’s connections before and had borrowed all his money. Fortunately, others didn’t expect Xing Factory to pay off his debts, so they simply wrote them off, which was a reward for Lao Lu’s favor, and they wouldn’t interact with each other in the future.

Financing loans? This is unlikely. Star Factory has been rated as the most dangerous enterprise "about to go bankrupt" by institutions, and the bank's assessment cannot pass.

Mortgage real estate? This seems to be a feasible method, but it has to be said that Lao Lu has been far-sighted and entrusted a lawyer to deal with the real estate issue long before he died. According to his instructions, his two sons only have the right to transfer property after they turn 30. They only have the right to use it before they die, and they cannot be transferred to lease it.

Even Lu Jian should thank Lao Lu, otherwise his son would have sold the company's house long ago.

Almost all the roads were blocked, and it seemed that there was no choice but to have a shoddy song "You, My Deskmate".

Lu Kang was walking towards the kitchen with the vegetables when he ran into the lobby where he ran into his brother who was rubbing his forehead, and he was not happy.

"Ah, why are you sad again?" Lu Kang said dissatisfied, "Why are you so many troubles?"

"Dogs don't have any worries?"

Lu Kang felt that he was scolded and was so angry that he put down the vegetable basket: "Don't say that, I'm also worried."

"I didn't say you were a dog."

"Ah? I didn't say it... Wait and I'll think about it..." Lu Kang thought hard, but the logic still couldn't get around.

"Okay, I'll visit Uncle Xing." Lu Jian didn't expect him to go around, but just stretched out his hand and said, "Car key."

"Oh, then bring some tofu brains by the way, there are still some left." After Lu Kang threw the car keys to his brother, he rushed to the kitchen, "You can wait a moment."

"Have you visited the door and used to treat tofu brain as a gift?"

"Uncle Xing is so good."

"Okay... I don't have any gifts to show off anyway." Lu Jian sat on the lobby sofa, fiddling with the car keys. This was an ancient German car, which was scrapped for several months. If it was forcibly sold, it would be about 15,000 to 20,000 yuan... a drop in the bucket.

At this moment, a very disgusting voice came from the door-

"Mr. Lv?"

The sound seemed to be filled with phlegm in his throat, and it was like a spittoon.

Lu Jian looked in the voice and saw a bald head wearing a yellow T-shirt and gray trousers leaning in, with a small black leather bag on his arm. When the man saw Lu Jian, his eyebrows suddenly raised.

"I, Lao Huang."

Delicious food will always attract flies, and the odor of money will also attract Lao Huang.

In fact, Lu Jian didn't feel much about Lao Huang, and he neither hated nor resented him. On the contrary, he also had to thank him for asking him to leave TF and send the only start-up capital.

People like Lao Huang do not hold grudges and only keep accounts, so there is no need to be afraid of offending him.

Similarly, such people do not remember their kindness and only keep their accounts, so they cannot make things easier for them.
Chapter completed!