"You still know how to start the machine? Why don't you tell us about such a big thing? Then what's the point of opening a studio?"
Wang Zheng is really angry.
He had been treating Han Qi badly for several hours in a row. He wanted to tell Han Qi about some things but didn't know what to do. Moreover, he had seen Han Qi's WeChat message before and knew that Han Qi thought it was a bad thing for him to sing a new song outside.
With this mentality, if Han Qi does anything to make up for it, wouldn't it be a disaster for such a good opportunity?
"I simply forgot. Brother Wang, please calm down."
Han Qi heard Wang Zheng's tone of voice. Although he was a little angry, it didn't reach the level of rage. Sure enough, he was right to turn off his phone, otherwise he wouldn't have had the good sleep he had last night.
Wang Zheng was so angry after hearing this that he could forget this.
He gave Han Qi a hard scolding and left Han Qi confused. Because Wang Zheng didn't criticize him for his singing, the focus was always on why Han Qi turned off his phone.
Is shutting down your phone still a big deal?
But even if I don't turn off my phone, I won't go out to do things at night.
After Wang Zheng finished scolding, he talked about the reason for the call.
"I don't care what you are doing now or where you are, just go and record your new song, you know? Release this song while you are still popular in Europe and the United States, maybe it will be on some billboards
Woolen cloth."
He didn't know much about foreign music rankings, and he had never imagined being able to sing English songs before.
The more I get to know Han Qi, the more I feel that Han Qi is so awesome. How did this person grow his brain? He is smart, savvy, and talented. He has all kinds of top talents that others can only ask for. The key is that he is not bad in appearance.
It is indeed a song recording, Han Qi thought to herself.
No matter what, Wang Zheng just doesn't blame himself for not giving the song to him first.
He is used to being alone, and he often forgets that he has a music manager.
Thinking of this, Han Qi simply talked about how many songs he still had.
"Actually, I didn't just write one song this time, but many more. There are nine songs in total, all in English, and the arrangements are more European and American. What do you think I will do with the remaining songs?
Don’t go together…”
"What?"
Wang Zheng shouted loudly, is there something wrong with his ears?
"I said, in addition to the ones I sang before, I also have eight other songs."
"How many more songs do you have?"
"Eight."
"How many songs are there in total?"
"Nine songs."
"Say it again."
Han Qi got tired of being asked, so he kept asking about the same thing over and over again. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you annoyed? I asked you what to do with nine songs in total. Haven't you always said that I don't have enough songs?"
?You don’t believe there are so many songs out there now.”
Before leaving, Wang Zheng must have a few words with Han Qi to maintain his dignity, but under the special circumstances now, he doesn't have time to argue with Han Qi so much.
"It's not a question of whether I believe it or not... Well, I really don't believe it. Who dares to believe it? You have only composed a few songs throughout the year. Now you go on a trip and you have less than a month in total."
, these are only nine songs, or are they English songs?”
"Yeah, I can't help it even if inspiration comes."
"You can't write songs in your mother tongue, but can you write songs in English?"
"Brother Wang, you have to be more precise with your words. I am an Englishman to the core. There must be a reason why there are so many English songs."
He just wanted to get on the stage of the Victoria Concert Hall earlier, but he couldn't say it now. It was without evidence. Wang Zheng might have thought Han Qi was crazy.
There are so many foreign singers who can't make it, where else do you want to sing and dream?
But the greater possibility is that Wang Zheng himself doesn’t know where the Victoria Concert Hall is.
After confirming that Han Qi had nine songs, he became even more excited and asked Han Qi to return to China to record the songs as soon as possible. So many songs made him worried about Han Qi recording in foreign recording studios. It would be better to let Han Qi return to China. Anyway, domestic recording studios
The resources are no different from those abroad.
From that tone, it seemed as if Han Qi would come over by himself if he didn't go back.
Han Qi had no choice but to agree.
He also learned from Wang Zheng that it was a good thing that he had exposed the song in advance, and it would not affect the release of his songs in the future. He felt instantly happy, and he got up and took a shower while humming the song.
Although I have decided to return to my country, I am not in a hurry. I will visit Dublin today and then fly back to my country tomorrow.
Recording a large number of songs is not like singing a song, just finding a recording studio and making an appointment. This is the amount of an album, so you need to find a suitable recording studio in advance, set aside a period of time, and then find a professional
Music producer.
This music producer does not necessarily have to be very famous, but he has to supervise Han Qi's recording of songs in the studio.
It probably took two or three days to finish it all, so Han Qi decided to go back tomorrow. By then, he would probably be able to rest at home for a day or two before officially recording the song.
Maybe there is still a chance to be on the hot search.
He had a lot of chats with Wang Zheng just now and learned a lot about the music industry.
He has been in this circle for less than a year, and it is still playful, so many things that Wang Zheng thought Han Qi should understand are not clear to Han Qi. For example, if Han Qi promotes a new song in advance, it is equivalent to giving himself an opportunity in advance.
If you advertise your songs, you will not lose your own interests.
Moreover, Wang Zheng sees that Han Qi's popularity abroad is not diminishing. If he wants to take advantage of the trend and launch a music album, he needs to prepare a warm-up abroad in advance to avoid foreigners not knowing who Han Qi is.
But as for the main song, Han Qi felt that this song was not suitable.
So Han Qi wanted to sing again, and this time he would sing a song he liked more as the main song of his future album.
He has performed live countless times in Europe. He knows better than Wang Zheng what kind of songs Europeans like, so if he really wants to become a hit, it is easier than Wang Zheng imagined.
After leaving the hotel, Han Qi went straight to Dublin Castle, which he had not entered yesterday.
He had seen Buckingham Palace, the Royal Palace in Oslo, Norway, and then came here to see Dublin Castle. He felt that its beauty was not as good as its political significance.
Arriving outside the gate of Dublin Castle again, the bustling tourists at the gate were several times more than what we saw last night.
As soon as he walked in, an Irish tour guide came over and asked: "Sir, do you want to hire a tour guide? I can tell you anything you want to know about Irish history, such as this castle, he is..."
Han Qi smiled and said: "Thank you, but no need."
Architecture is not a museum. If there is no guide to introduce the cultural relics in the museum, he will be confused. But architecture is his specialty. Even if he is not specialized in ancient medieval architecture, he can still taste the three flavors.
When you walk into the castle, you can see a huge venue.
The ground is covered with bluestone tiles, which looks clean and tidy. This is what it is now. Han Qi believes that this place was a military training place a hundred years ago. The bluestone tiles on the ground are definitely rarely complete stones, but there are more or less certain
damage.
After entering the castle, you can see murals hanging on the walls everywhere, all of which are characters.
No wonder the tour guide industry here is so developed. Co-authors not only look at the buildings, but also look at the characters in these portraits.
There are men and women, but many important positions are occupied by women.
The clothes many men wear are quite handsome.
Han Qi has seen Chinese portraits, but the clearest and most realistic portrait of a man is from the Qing Dynasty. He is a man. Anyone who sees that kind of whip hair will find it extremely ugly, which makes Han Qi now have a problem with self-portraits in Chinese paintings.
A psychological shadow.
The frame of this self-portrait is golden, I don’t know if it is gilded or something. Anyway, as soon as you pass by, the light from the roof of the house will reflect from the golden frame, making it look a bit bright.
The roof of the corridor is very high, and the corridor on the second floor can be seen from both sides. At the end is a stained glass window, and on the side is the restaurant.
This is the first time Han Qi has seen a multi-person restaurant in an important European building. It has white tablecloths, unique wooden chairs, and exquisite imitation candlestick chandeliers. Tableware is neatly placed on both sides of the dining table near the chairs.
In the middle row are fruits, flowers, wine bottles, and a real candlestick.
Following the tourists who came in and going out, Han Qi saw a surrounded chair. The armrests and the chair were made of gold and had soft cushions.
However, Han Qi felt that except for the Irish logo on the cushion, this chair was a bit ordinary.
Han Qi also saw a photo of the current Queen Elizabeth here. Judging from her appearance, she should have been taken in recent years. The man next to her should be the leader of Ireland at the time.
Is there still a tendency for Ireland and the UK to reconcile?
Although the castle is large, some parts of it are not open to ordinary tourists, so Han Qi went in and looked around before walking out. What he was thinking about now was what the inside of Buckingham Palace looked like. It should be much more glorious than this Dublin Castle.
Bar.
Dublin is the capital of Ireland. In front of the castle is the City Hall, which is also the administrative center of the entire country.
If there was a royal family in Ireland, they would live in this castle.
Han Qi felt that this castle was at least a little more grand than the palace in Oslo. After all, there were many rooms, various exquisitely carved roofs, reliefs, and murals, as well as the huge stained glass often seen in ancient European buildings.
After walking out of the castle, Han Qi continued walking on this street.
There are many museums, and modern buildings and ancient buildings are intertwined, giving it a strange beauty.
As he walked along the street, someone opened a window from inside. Han Qi immediately smelled the strong aroma of beer, which had a sweet smell.
Looking at the sign of this store, Han Qi thought of the bar that he wanted to go to last night but didn't go because of some things.
Go in and have a try.
He has a strong curiosity about some new things. He likes Norwegian home-brew beer and pure grain fruit beer, but he has never seen beer with this flavor before, and it smells a little different.
A little like coffee.
It must be delicious.
With this idea in mind, Han Qi walked into the tavern with great interest.
Although it was daytime and it was not lunch time yet, the bar was already overcrowded. As soon as Han Qi came in, he could smell the aroma of beer on the street just now.
Han Qi found a seat at the bar, sat down and said, "Hello, have a glass of beer, the kind they drink."
The young lady in a small suit jacket opened a bottle of beer for Han Qi, poured it into a beer glass, and said to him: "This is Guinness, sir. I don't know if you have heard of it before. This is the best in our country."
beer."
"Is this Guinness?"
"That's right." She said with a smile, pushing the filled glass of beer towards Han Qi, "I bought you this glass. I wish you a happy trip to Ireland, sir."
Han Qi picked up the beer glass and said, "Thank you, beautiful Irish beauty."
Under the expectant gaze of the beautiful woman, Han Qi brought the wine glass closer and took a sip. After feeling that the alcohol concentration inside was not high, he drank the Guinness in the entire beer glass in one gulp.
"Phew! Comfortable."
"Does it taste good?"
"It's very good. I like the aroma here very much. The taste is also very rich, just like drinking coffee." Han Qi put down the empty wine glass.
The foam in the dark beer is very soft and fine, which is different from the beers Han Qi has had before. The beer has a bit of burnt aroma of malt. This flavor is simply the finishing touch and highlight of this beer.
Han Qi fell in love with this drink instantly and thought it tasted better than Norwegian home-brew beer.
The beautiful woman behind the bar came to Han Qi again after refilling others' drinks, and continued the previous topic:
"The raw material of Guinness is black malt, which has been coked, which is very close to the roasting process of coffee. However, different people will feel different tastes when drinking dark beer. If you like it, it means you are very good.
Suitable for dark beer.”
Han Qi nodded and said, "Here's a bottle. I'll buy you a drink too. You can order it yourself."
"Hahaha, then I'm not welcome."
She first poured a glass for Han Qi, and then mixed herself a cocktail with a dazzling gesture, but the alcohol was definitely not much, but Han Qi was watching, and even a mouse wouldn't get drunk even if the whiskey she poured in was drunk.
He pointed out this point, and the girl said: "Spare me, the boss can't spare me if I'm drunk."
Han Qi also laughed a few times and asked while drinking beer: "Are there any other interesting places around here? I just arrived. I have something to do and I have to go back first. I can only visit a few small attractions first.
.”
"We don't have any small attractions here, handsome guy, but if you want to see the medieval college life, then I recommend you to go to Trinity College and Grafton Street, which is the business community of Dublin. Maybe you want to
Bring some souvenirs back."
"Thank you so much."
Han Qi finished the beer in one gulp, savoring the fragrance between his lips and teeth before settling the bill.
"You gave me too much," she said suddenly.
Han Qi stood up and was about to leave. Hearing this, he said: "Not much. Thank you very much for the dark beer you invited me to drink. This is the most delicious beer I have ever drunk in my life."
She laughed a few times and threw a can of hall-sized dark beer to Han Qi.
"Take this, it's for you. If you want to bring some specialties back to your country, you can ask me for help."
Hearing this sentence, Han Qi became serious and nodded: "I will do it."
He always brings a few bottles of beer with him every time he returns from Norway, but there are too few. If there is a way to transport more and keep them at home, it will save a lot of effort. In the future, when inviting friends to be guests at home, there is no need to dig around.
I only ordered them and domestic beers.
To be honest, Han Qi now feels that the most unpleasant thing to drink in the world is domestic industrial light beer.
