Hu Liang’s song was not written. The most surprised person was not Cheng Gong, but Ding Jianguo.
Because Su Yi had told Ding Jianguo to prepare songs in advance and use them. Ding Jianguo didn't think he would use them at first, but Su Yi's words became a motto.
"Which of you has ever written a song?" Cheng Gong looked around, his eyes first falling on Ding Jianguo's face, "Jianguo?"
Ding Jianguo hesitated slightly and subconsciously glanced at Su Yi, who gave him an encouraging smile.
"I - I wrote one, but it wasn't very mature." In the end, Ding Jianguo still followed Su Yi's idea.
"Okay, one alternative." Cheng Gong was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yang Shuangshu, "Old man, what about you?"
Yang Shuangshu shook his head first, and was about to speak, but at this moment Su Yi interrupted: "Uncle Yang, you must have some wealth, take it out, I will take it if you want it, and I won't take it if you don't."<
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Yang Shuangshu was stunned and said: "If you have it, just take it. What do you want to learn from me?"
"You are from the older generation. This is called inheriting the tradition." Su Yi said with a smile.
"Why don't you inherit it? You brat!" Yang Shuangshu scolded with a smile. He was a little shy and said: "I have songs, but they were all written for fun in the early years..."
"Then take it out as an alternative." Cheng Gong said, "We are all part of the band. We can work as hard as we want, and we can work together to make the band a good one, okay?"
"Sure, then I'll show my shame!" Yang Shuangshu gritted his teeth.
Cheng Gong finally raised his neck to Su Yi: "Eleven, you just said what you said, so there must be no problem?"
Su Yi smiled and showed him an OK gesture.
"Xixi?" Cheng Gong looked at Qiao Meixi, who shook her head repeatedly.
"Very good, then we now have three songs to choose from." Cheng Gong clapped his hands, "Then I'll trouble you three to compose the songs first. We are always ready to pay tribute to your three masterpieces."
When the three of them walked in together, Yang Shuangshu glared at Su Yi and said, "You brat, if you make me lose my life, I won't forgive you."
"How can that be possible? If you, old man, take action, we will have nothing to do." Su Yi said with a smile.
The old man left happily.
In fact, everyone can see that he can’t wait to come up with the songs he wrote.
"Hey, what do you mean?" Ding Jianguo asked in confusion, "Why do you want Uncle Yang to show his songs too? What do you think?"
"It's for the band." Su Yi pretended to be dumbfounded.
"Forget it if you don't tell me, it's boring!" Ding Jianguo glared at him fiercely, turned and left.
Su Yi looked at her back with a smile.
In fact, Su Yi's purpose is very simple - first, to eliminate Cheng Gong's influence on the band; second, to win over Yang Shuangshu, the talisman of the sea.
He doesn't want to scheming, but wants to purify the team.
Now among these people, there is one person who comes purely for money. Sooner or later, this person will become a rat excrement that spoils the whole pot of soup.
Su Yi had neither the time nor the interest to wait for this person to turn around and be rewarded, so he had to minimize this person's influence from the very beginning and be prepared to kick this person out of the team from the very beginning.<
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At the very least, this band must not be called the Sewing Machine Band because of Cheng Gong’s past.
An hour later, Su Yi walked out of the room. He used the music theory skills he had honed in the previous three months to complete a plagiarism that spanned the world.
Facts have proved that even plagiarism is a technical job. Without knowledge of music theory, even if you can sing a song verbatim, you will not be able to copy it.
So Su Yi now knows that the main character in the entertainment novel plagiarized the song by humming it. This is so nonsense.
To be honest, in the eyes of professionals, one can tell at a glance whether your song was written by someone with a professional background or someone from a wild background. You, a person who doesn’t even know simplified musical notation, suddenly wrote a harmonious song.
It’s a professional work with a particularly rich process. If you say you didn’t copy it, it’s like pinching your nose and saying that the meat doesn’t taste good at all.
This is not to belittle Ye Luzi. In fact, many great composers were also born in Ye Luzi, and their works are also great.
But no matter how great the work is, it can still be seen that it is a wild way.
So those who plan to plagiarize and become singers after time travel, please be careful. Here is an important point. You must first learn music theory, and then come up with plagiarized works to be convincing.
If you can’t even hum simple music, just write songs. Professionals from another world will teach you how to behave in minutes.
Three songs were pinned on the whiteboard, and everyone gathered around.
The first thing everyone reads is the song written by the old man Yang Shuangshu.
Ge'er's name is very vulgar - Lonely.
I am a wild ghost on a barren mountain, left in the world to be blown by the rain and wind. I still refuse to reincarnate for thousands of years. I am enjoying the darkness of the long night.
I am a lame old wolf. A howl echoes in the horizon. My companions have surrounded the prey. I sleep deeply with my pillow on the yellow sand...
The lyrics are very artistic, and the key arrangement is even better, very retro and majestic.
This is a work with a very high degree of completion. It can be seen that it has been revised and tempered repeatedly and can withstand scrutiny and testing.
Except for Xixi, everyone’s first reaction after watching this song was - amazing!
Then it was shocking!
Even Su Yi, the instigator, had no idea that the old man would come up with such a work.
Hu Liang couldn't wait to take the guitar and try to play and sing, but after singing the two complicated lines several times, he couldn't sing the feeling of the song. In the end, he shook his head helplessly and said: "No, I can't sing this song well." "I am a wild ghost on a barren mountain, left in the world to be blown by the rain and the wind..." Yang Shuangshu looked solemn and sang two lines acapella, instantly bringing people into a desolate mood.
Everyone couldn't help but applaud.
Yang Shuangshu waved his hands hurriedly, but everyone noticed the tears shining in the corners of the old man's eyes.
Obviously, the appearance of this song is of great significance to the old man.
"The song is absolutely good, but it is only suitable for the old man to sing it himself." Cheng Gong said, "And the tone is too sad, so it is not suitable for our band's first song."
Everyone fell silent, except Su Yi who frowned calmly.
"I agree with Manager Cheng." Yang Shuangshu spoke first, smiling pretending not to care, "I have been perfecting this song in recent years. In fact, I know that it is too old-fashioned for young people to appreciate it.
Look, Eleven, I said I wouldn’t show off my shame, but you insist on me taking it out..."
"Uncle Yang, this song of yours is not suitable to be the main feature, but it can definitely be used as a repertoire of our band and a magic weapon to keep the best." Su Yi said with a smile, "I think if we become really popular in the future, this song of yours, Uncle Yang, can definitely be used as a repertoire of our band."
Son, it is definitely our best weapon to attract our loyal fans."