Chapter 71: Here? Why Monitor My Dreams? (Big Chapters In One)
As soon as I entered the keyboard door, I felt as deep as the sea. I couldn't take the computer back to my hometown during the Chinese New Year. It was so uncomfortable to code, so I went back to the city during the day. By then, the code was ready to be put on the shelves on February 1st.
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Not long after the car drove, it arrived at An Lan's home in the core area of Yanjing.
According to An Lan, after Liu Jianxi and An Shengnan divorced, their property in Yanjing was divided into two.
An Shengnan chose a suite in the new villa area in the south.
Liu Jianxi left behind the old courtyard son of the courtyard.
Although it is an old compound, this one is obviously very luxurious. The mechanical garage door alone is completely different from the parking spaces in other places that are full of alleys and blocked roads.
Han Zhou looked at the driver: "Are we here?"
The driver nodded: "We're here."
Only then did Han Zhou push An Lan awake.
After An Lan woke up, she was a little confused, a little silly, and different from usual.
A fluffy woolen hat covers the ears, and two small fur balls hang on the ears of the hat, making a beeping sound.
"arrive?"
Han Zhou: "This is your home, I don't know if I'm here or not."
An Lan was determined: "We're here."
The two got out of the car and walked out of the garage into the yard.
There is snow in the courtyard, but the roads have been cleared.
At this time, a door opened, and Liu Jianxi, wearing pajamas, pushed the door open and walked out.
Pointing in a direction: "This room."
After saying that, he went back into the house to sleep.
An Lan whispered: "Go to my room."
Han Zhou raised his head and looked at the densely packed cameras under the walls and corridors of the courtyard: "Forget it..."
Isn’t it good to live...
Soon, An Lan led Han Zhou into the side room, and then placed the toiletries and other items in the most conspicuous place.
He laughed and yawned: "Go to sleep..."
Han Zhou: "Then...you should go out..."
An Lan glanced at Han Zhou resentfully.
Han Zhou touched An Lan's head. There couldn't be a camera installed in the room, right?
"good."
Being clever is not An Lan's style. An Lan put his hands into his sleeves and rubbed Han Zhou's face with his sleeves: "Then I'm going to bed!"
After An Lan left, Han Zhou took out his cigarette and lit one.
It's about this time. Let's call it sleepy. I actually fell asleep for a while on the plane, but when I got off, I felt colder.
This kind of cool environment is what Han Zhou prefers.
Han Zhou opened the door, walked to the yard, and looked at the snow in the dim light of the yard.
In Shu Province, especially the capital of Shu, even if it snows, it is still snow on the scalp, and it is difficult to have snow accumulation.
It is rare to see snow, but Han Zhou has spent a lot of time in the north in the past six months, and even went to Mosko not long ago.
But looking at the snow in Yanjing, I still have an extra mood.
At this time, Liu Jianxi was watching surveillance video on his mobile phone.
Soon, Liu Jianxi saw Han Zhou and brought the ladder with his butt raised.
Liu Jianxi was a little confused and continued reading.
Then, Han Zhou put the ladder on the eaves and climbed up.
Some strange pictures appeared in Liu Jianxi's mind.
What about climbing up walls, flying over eaves and walking over walls, being a gangster, stealing encounters and stealing fragrances?
Then, Liu Jianxi saw Han Zhou sitting on the glazed tiles of his house that cost more than 80,000 yuan per square meter, smoking.
Little bastard, I can't kill you.
Take him to the hospital as slowly as possible.
Then, Liu Jianxi saw another door open, and a figure wearing fluffy rabbit pajamas also climbed up the ladder.
Liu Jianxi turned up the radio.
Heard what was said on the radio:
"Look at the stars, look at the moon, look at the heavy snow covering the capital."
"It snows in the east and howls in the west. How can the south of the Yangtze River be as wonderful as the capital city? Jiangnan has many thin waists, and the capital city is particularly enchanting."
Then I heard Han Zhou groaning in pain.
It was obvious that An Lan put her hand into Han Zhou's clothes and twisted Han Zhou's waist. If he had been through his down jacket, it would have definitely not hurt.
Then, Liu Jianxi heard An Lan ask: "You are so good at writing poetry, how about writing a poem about snow?"
I heard Han Zhou open his mouth without thinking at all:
"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away,
Thousands of people have been wiped out.
Lonely boat and coir raincoat,
Fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."
Then I heard An Lan say: "Can't you sing praises of love?"
Liu Jianxi couldn't bear it.
Turn up the speaker: "You two little bastards, aren't you afraid of falling down and dying?"
“Is it possible to climb on the roof when it’s snowing?!”
"Come down!"
"Go back to sleep!"
In the security room, the security guard stood up with a hat covering his face and hurriedly caught the hat flying in the air.
Then look left and right.
Who am I? Where am I? What do I want to do?
The security guard pressed the radio: "Old Li, Old Li, what's going on?"
Lao Li: "No problem, go to bed and get ready to change your shift."
…
Mailang music.
Studio.
Wang Jianing took out his notebook and explained while writing.
"Currently, our idea is to make ab face-to-face and so on."
"Side A uses all the songs sung on "Tomorrow's Superstars"."
"The main recommendation for side A is "Flammable and Explosive"... "The Moon Represents My Heart" doesn't need to be promoted, it's already popular enough."
"According to my calculations, after the pure studio version is released, the song on side A can probably stimulate the purchase of about 20 million singles, and if it is an album, it will be up to 4 million."
"This data is already high enough. Since the beginning of electronic albums, sales have almost never reached this level."
Han Zhou looked at the homepage of the new music app on his phone.
[The sales volume of Huaxi's "Youth Love" exceeded 24.7 million, setting a new record]
"I'm afraid I'm blind?"
Wang Jianing was disdainful: "I'm talking about real sales data, not this kind of fake data."
"Excluding fake data, the music sales of traffic stars have been quite high in recent years, but in many cases the same fan buys dozens or hundreds of copies. This is not something I consider."
Hearing what Wang Jianing said, Han Zhou had a feeling that in the next five years, music companies like Mailang would be outsmarted by entertainment companies represented by Wang Xiya.
However, due to the cycle of cause and effect, many music companies used various means to suppress newcomers.
Now that a new era has arrived, some people are even more careless and play worse.
Isn’t it based on their foundation and carried forward?
Han Zhou tapped his fingers on the table: "The b-sides that have been decided now include "Childhood", "A Chic Walk" and "The Story of Time"?"
Wang Jianing nodded: "I have chosen the best song from my inventory over the years."
"Then I asked other top creators to buy three songs and listen to them?"
"No, I'm not interested." Han Zhou had no interest in listening to music at all.
Because I can’t tell whether your songs are good or not, but I know that the songs I play will definitely be good.
Wang Jianing laughed awkwardly: "I know you are talented, but if you listen to it, I don't believe you can sing a song comparable to "The Moon Represents My Heart."
Han Zhou: "Are you thinking too much? You're singing a song comparable to "The Moon Represents My Heart"..."
"But it's definitely better than your choice."
Sometimes, the Internet era remains the same as before, and everything depends on fame.
This time, in order to make An Lan's album, Han Zhou prepared to produce the best works to form an album.
Don’t choose what’s suitable, just choose what’s best.
Fourteen golden songs from various eras are combined to break through the eternal frost of this era.
If Han Zhou had released his own songs, let alone 14 or 20 songs to make up the album, he might not be able to make a splash in the market.
However, An Lan, Mai Lang, Universal China, and Han Zhou's songs, together, are enough to create huge waves.
Liu Jianxi spends one million per song, plus 8% of the proceeds, to buy songs.
Whether considering the integrity of business or building a golden brand, Han Zhou will make this album a permanent monument.
Han Zhou came up with four songs.
Wang Jianing picked up the score and started reading it.
"later?"
"Later, I finally learned how to love you..."
Han Zhou interrupted: "Stop singing. I have a million songs, and the songs you sing are only worth twenty yuan."
Wang Jianing laughed awkwardly: "If I could sing, would I still be a songwriter? I would be the king myself."
From behind, a woman's voice came: "Oh, you want to fly solo."
Wang Jianing turned around and saw Mai Lang's first sister, Queen Suri, walking over.
Wang Jianing laughed awkwardly: "Ha, the sun is quite bright today..."
Su Rui stepped forward and looked at Han Zhou: "It's great to be young."
Han Zhou looked at Su Rui and smiled: "You are also very young."
Suri: "My sister's son is as old as you."
This business is really weird, the money invested in maintaining youth is effective. Su Rui looks like he is only thirty years old, but in fact he is already forty-seven, five years older than Wang Mingyuan.
However, Wang Mingyuan is good enough to play Su Rui's old father, who is still weathered and weathered by the sun and wind.
Su Rui smiled and said: "Today I came to see the great talent Han Zhou. Let's go after reading."
Han Zhou: "Aunt Su, please walk slowly."
Suri's high-heeled shoes almost got sprained. She turned around and glared at Han Zhou: "An'an, call me Sister Su."
Han Zhou: "Why did Liu Jianxi call you? Sister Su?"
Su Rui laughed so hard that her branches trembled: "You also call me Sister Su."
OK!
No wonder Liu Jianxi and An Shengnan broke up, probably because of their words.
After Suri walked out of the door, Mai Lang's second sister, Maggie, a top female singer on the A-list, whispered: "How was it?"
Suri: "Take a quick look and I'll sing for you..."
Suri sang about two lines of "Later".
Maggie opened her down jacket and pulled down the shoulder sleeves of the skirt underneath: "With my charm, sister, can I win over Han Zhou?"
Suri: "Don't take me with you if you go to die. Who doesn't know that the little princess likes him?"
Maggie zipped up her zipper: "Then with my shame, can I force myself to recognize a younger brother?"
Su Rui smiled: "I heard someone said that it has been two months since he promised Lin Xiaoxing to write a song, and he hasn't handed over a single word."
"I heard that he wrote "The Train Goes Fast" for Chen Feng. Chen Feng almost ran back to Yanjing overnight carrying the train."
Maggie said blankly: "So...he only writes songs for An Lan? Is this love?"
Suri laughed: "I heard that An An originally named the album "This Is Love" but he changed the name. He got a new name of "Love at First Sight"."
Wang Jianing finished reading the manuscript of the four songs.
"The song "Meet" is a bit weird. I'm not sure whether it will be popular, but... if it is sung by a cooler female voice, it should be very attractive."
""Later" is so great that it's enough to be the title song."
"Isn't the song "I Heard Love Comes Back" suitable for An Lan's age? Although the meaning is similar later, the feeling when singing is completely different."
"Then there's "The Roof". The roof is a duet? Who are you looking for?"
"Me." Han Zhou took a sip of hot tea: "Who else could it be?"
Wang Jianing looked down upon him and said, "I never thought that you, a thick-browed person with big eyes, could also be carrying private goods."
Han Zhou sneered: "If you weren't tone-deaf in singing, I'm afraid Su Rui's albums would be full of songs with you."
"She is already forty-eight, and if you don't go after her, what do you want to do?"
"Stay here to study young things?"
"Old Wang, are you dying?"
Wang Jianing shouted: "Fart, tonight on Houhai Street, I will let you witness what it means to be strong and strong!"
Han Zhou chuckled: "You can witness the efficacy of the divine oil on the spot, right?"
Wang Jianing: "Oh, you kid, you tricked me, I will fight with you."
Then Han Zhou and Wang Jianing started a sword duel with a drum and hammer each.
After a while.
The drummer came to the recording studio and looked everywhere: "Where are my drumsticks?"
"The dog took it away!" Wang Jianing.
"He stepped on it!" Han Zhou.
drummer:"……"
"Did the dog take it away, or did he step on it?"
"I stepped on it." Wang Jianing.
"The dog took it away." Han Zhou.
drummer:"???"
Wang Jianing: "One dog took it away. When I was helping you chase the dog, I stepped on the other one."
The drummer's hammer, the swordsman's sword!
The drummer raised his eyebrows coldly: "Oh, I understand."
"But I still don't quite understand."
"Why did the dog take a drumstick in its mouth, and it wasn't him, a young man, who chased it, but your old arms and legs!? Can you catch the dog?"
Wang Jianing: "Old arms and legs?"
"Fart! Tonight, on the streets of Houhai, I will let you see what it means to remain as majestic as before!"
Ten minutes later, the guitarist said: "Hey? Where's my pick?"
Guitarist: "Why did my fret clip break? It's made of walnut! It's imported!"
Xiao Shou: "You two take a break first, let me ask you a question."
"Where is my fucking backup Xiao?"
"Where is my big, black, thick, long and hard Xiao?!"
"Didn't you see it?! It's so dark and..."
Wang Jianing: "Okay, okay, let's talk about 404. I'll pay, I'll pay."
In the afternoon, An Lan rushed back to the company from school and watched the song prepared by Han Zhou.
"Here? Why did you install surveillance cameras in my dreams to monitor my dreams?"
"It turns out to be the person who often appears in my dreams.
Isn’t that person the one in my dream?
That fuzzy person~"
In the afternoon, Han Zhou and An Lan recorded the studio version of "My Love Is Missing" together.
I have to say that with real musicians, professional equipment, and the arrangement has not been changed at all, the effect is more than three times stronger.
After recording the song, An Lan had to rush back to school. There was a public lecture in the evening. It seemed that an old actor was giving a lecture at Yang Opera?
Han Zhou led the band to cooperate with Wang Jianing and continued to arrange and accompany other songs.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Jianing took the band members to Sanlitun together.
Wang Jianing always talks about Houhai as a street, but he knows very well that there is no place that can be called a nightclub in Houhai. Times have passed after all.
At Sanlitun, a music bar, everyone ordered wine and started drinking.
A seventeen-year-old boy stepped onto the stage with a guitar in his arms.