The lowest temperature in the Magic City has dropped to single digits, and coupled with the humid air, it can freeze people into dogs.
And because there is no heating, people can only rely on their own righteousness to resist the magical attacks from nature.
In Zhou Ziwu's studio, there was a lively scene.
After Zhou Wenshan’s continuous interviews during this period, the studio has finally recruited almost all the employees.
In his previous expectation, recruiting people may be the most difficult and longest task in the studio preparation process. Because he wants to recruit some capable people with rich relevant work experience.
This kind of person is easy to find, and there must be one in the employee lists of major brokerage companies. But we ask ourselves, why would someone give up their stable job and jump to a start-up studio here?
Zhou Wenshan thought so, but the development of things was beyond his expectation, because he missed a very important point, the name of the studio is [Zhou Ziwu Studio].
Just these three words [Zhou Ziwu] are enough reasons for some people to change jobs.
In less than two months of "The Strongest Sound", he has written fourteen songs, and each song is of extremely high quality. As long as you have the slightest bit of foresight, you can predict his "take-off". It is only a matter of time.
Of course, development prospects belong to development prospects. Changing jobs from a large company to a small studio still requires a lot of courage and sufficient ambition, because you are not sure whether this small ship that has just set sail will fail because of an incident.
The wind and waves capsize the boat.
Although those with families still have ambitions to make a career, the families behind them also make them lose their courage, while those young people who work alone outside have no such concerns.
Coupled with the capital injection from Dahu Chu, Zhou Wenshan also has the confidence to give his employees better treatment.
With great prospects and good remuneration, he has successfully recruited a group of young people who are both capable and motivated, which can be considered an unexpected blessing.
Now that everyone is here, of course we have to start working.
The release of Zhou Ziwu's first solo album has been established by Zhou Wenshan as the focus of the entire studio's work for the next period of time.
However, after setting the goal, Zhou Wenshan discovered something very embarrassing: the current studio did not have the ability to produce an album.
Specifically, the candidate for the music director has not been recruited yet...
It's time to go to war, only to find out that there are no generals. What a joke!
Zhou Wenshan admitted that this was a mistake in his work, and it was a very low-level mistake.
"It's okay, Dad, how long have you been exposed to these jobs? It's normal to make some omissions. You'll be fine once you get familiar with them in the future."
In the office.
Zhou Ziwu comforted his father and said: "Besides, shouldn't the first thing to do for the new album be writing songs first?"
Zhou Wenshan was suddenly stunned.
After a few seconds, he sighed: "I still have a lot to learn. But at your speed, it shouldn't take long for a new song to be written."
Zhou Ziwu shook his head and said: "There is too much written in "The Strongest Sound", it may take some time to accumulate it again."
"Then you write it first." Zhou Wenshan said: "I will also ask someone to help you collect the songs, and by the way, I will look for a candidate for the music director."
Zhou Ziwu said: "No, for the first album, I don't want to use other people's songs."
What he said about needing time was just an excuse to comfort his father. When the music director was found, he would naturally have an "explosion" of inspiration.
Zhou Wenshan smiled and said: "Okay, it's up to you."
Seeing that the two of them had almost finished talking, Yi Wanqiu suddenly said: "Well, can I make a suggestion?"
The father and son looked over together, and Zhou Ziwu said, "Sister Yi, tell me."
Yi Wanqiu sorted out the words in her mind and said: "Ziwu, I think you should share more of your life on social platforms now, so as to maintain your current popularity."
"One more thing, the voting on Weibo night has started now, and your fans are actively voting. I think you should interact more with them at this time."
Zhou Ziwu did not fully agree with her suggestion.
Popularity should be maintained through works, not through a few more Weibo posts.
Just like Chu Dahu before, no matter how popular she is, she won't "fall" from a high altitude just because of a marriage certificate, but if she had a previous work as a foundation, things might be very different.
However, as Yi Wanqiu said, he still thinks it is necessary to interact with fans.
"Thank you for your suggestion, I'll go there in a minute." He smiled.
She is just her assistant, and it is not part of her job to make these suggestions. If she can make them, she deserves recognition and encouragement.
If it were that little girl Li Qi...
"..."
Forget it, let’s not mention her anymore.
…
Weibo.
As soon as the voting for Original Musician of the Year began, Zhou Ziwu's votes showed an unstoppable trend, rushing directly to the first place at a rocket-like speed, and constantly widening the distance from the second place.
You know, this is only the second day, and the voting lasts for half a month. If this momentum continues, the gap between the number and the second place may be more than double.
Zhou Ziwu's fans have even started celebrating in advance.
"Haha, first place!"
"It's simple. We didn't put any effort into it and we were ranked first."
"It's not surprising that the first place is the one that everyone expects."
"A group of tens of millions of fans can't vote against a group of more than 7 million fans. It's interesting."
Some big fans saw this group of people celebrating here and quickly advised:
"It's almost five million votes. The gap between the second place and the second place is less than 300,000 votes. Each person can vote up to 50 votes for completing tasks every day. Don't relax, everyone. If you haven't voted or done the tasks, hurry up. You have voted.
Hurry up and get people, don't end up being killed by others, it will be a shame for you."
"I have never used Weibo before, how can I vote for him?"
"You first click on the Weibo Night Event interface on the homepage, and then..."
"I have already asked my three sons in the dormitory to vote, and I don't know who to vote for."
"Go to Qiubao's place to recruit people. There are many people there."
"Yes, hurry up and get someone."
"Couple fans, take action, gogogo!"
Zhou Ziwu looked at the messages in his comment area and felt warm in his heart.
It feels really good to have a group of strangers silently supporting you behind you.
He opened the backend and started editing:
[Thank you all for your votes. If I am lucky enough to win the award in the end, it does not mean how good I am, but because of your strength.]
send.
The moment it was posted on Weibo, a large number of comments poured in.
He browsed for a long time and finally saw a meaningful comment among the comments about property grabbing.
"It's not easy. You actually posted on Weibo. I thought you forgot your password."
He replied: [I haven’t forgotten, I’ve been diving. I don’t like to post, I just like to hide behind the screen and watch you secretly.]
"Wow! It came back instantly. Now I can use it to pretend to be sexy."
"I'm so embarrassed. Are you going to call me? I'll take the 30 yuan."
"I'll pay 31."
"Actually, there's no need to peek. You can chat with me privately and watch whatever you want."
"Expelled from the fandom upstairs!"
Zhou Ziwu was amused by Shatuo netizens, shook his head, and clicked on another reply.
"Just a verbal thank you, nothing practical? For example, take a few autographed photos or something."
[You can have a signed photo, but don’t dislike it once you get it.]
"Haha, this self-deprecation makes me laugh to death."
"What do you mean, where are you making a fool of yourself?"
"Someone posted his autograph before, and the words... what can I say, compared to his songs, it's like heaven and earth."
"Cherish it. He will definitely practice signing in the future. It will be difficult for him to do this again."
"Suddenly I felt he was a little cute."
"..."
After replying to a few more comments, he went to the Weibo accounts of the singers he met in "The Strongest Voice" and searched a few, finding that only Fang Qin had posted a Weibo post a few minutes ago.
Fang Qin: [Time will prove who is right.]
This endless Weibo left everyone confused as to who he was addressing.
Zhou Ziwu vaguely understood what he meant.
On the night of "The Strongest Singer", after Fang Qin failed in the early morning raid, he sneered and turned around and walked backstage, which has been criticized by people.
Five days have passed, and there are still people making excuses about this, saying that they cannot afford to lose, look down on newcomers, etc.
However, because he is a senior in the music industry and has accumulated a good reputation before, and because Zhou Ziwu and Chu Qingqiu, the topical couple, are in front of him, his matter did not make a big fuss and not many people discussed it.
But Fang Qin still felt uncomfortable, so he created this Weibo post.
Zhou Ziwu thought for a while and replied below: [Teacher Fang, as time goes by, the truth will come to light one day.]
He also despises the behavior of holding a wedding to "The Strongest Sound" in the early hours of the morning. In singing competitions, just sing well and don't play in vain.
Within a few minutes, his Fetion rang.
Fang Qin: [I, an old man, say some things as I say. I’m not afraid of offending people, so don’t get involved. You’ve just debuted, so it’s better to make more friends. Even if you can’t stand some people and things, don’t say anything.
Come out, but I still want to thank you.】
Zhou Ziwu: [Teacher Fang, you’re welcome. I don’t believe he has that much energy and can do anything to me. Besides, I started out with scolding, so I’m no longer afraid of this. 】
"Ha ha."
Fang Qin looked at Zhou Ziwu's reply and smiled.
This young man has his taste.
He then asked Zhou Ziwu about his next plans. After learning that he was planning to release a solo album, Fang Qin replied to him on Fetion.
[Okay, tell me when the time comes and I will help you promote it.]
Following this topic, Fang Qin said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "It's easy, no thanks. Of course, if you really want to thank me, just write me a song."
Zhou Ziwu:【Okay.】
Fang Qin just said it casually, but he didn't expect him to actually agree.
【Seriously? We are not kidding.】
Zhou Ziwu replied: [Of course it is true, Teacher Fang, what type of song do you want? 】
Fang Qin: [As long as it is suitable for my old man to sing, and the difficulty is moderate, my voice is really not as good as it used to be in recent years.]
Zhou Ziwu: [Okay, I will reply to you later. 】
After the chat ended, Zhou Ziwu began to think.
What kind of song is not too difficult and suitable for his age?
Suddenly, a person appeared in his mind.
Li Zongsheng.
His songs don't have any fancy skills. Ordinary people can sing them, but singing them well is not easy.
When others sing his songs, they can't always express his unique flavor. They are obviously tuned, but it doesn't sound that way.
Zhou Ziwu felt that this kind of taste was based on experience. Even if he were asked to sing his songs, he would not be able to sing well, but if it was Fang Qin, there should be no problem.
After thinking about it, Zhou Ziwu began to select in his mind which song to give to Fang Qin.
At this time, his cell phone rang again.
"Buzz~"
"Buzz~"
Looking at the name on the caller ID, Zhou Ziwu frowned. After waiting for a moment, he answered the call.
"What's up?"
Zhao Huarong's voice was filled with laughter, "I haven't congratulated you yet, you won the title of "The Strongest Voice"."
Zhou Ziwu said: "Thank you, just tell me what happened."
He didn't bother to tell her too much about this person.
Zhao Huarong was a little embarrassed and wanted to hang up the phone.
After calming down, she said: "It's like this. We have four or five young singers in Qingmeng. After watching your performance on "The Strongest Voice", I especially admire you."
"So, they want you to write a song for each of them to bring them closer to their idols. Of course, the price will be based on what we discussed before."
Zhou Ziwu: "..."
He knows those "crooked melons and cracked dates" in Qingmeng, and writes songs for them?
Forget it.
"I'm sorry, I wrote too much in "The Strongest Sound" before. My mind has been a little empty these days and I can't even write a single song."
He brought up his previous reasons again.
Zhao Huarong didn't notice anything was wrong. After all, inspiration is a mysterious thing. It's not like the water in the sea, which is always available, but will dry up.
"Don't worry." Zhao Huarong smiled, "Whenever you can write, it will be the same again."
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ziwu found a pen and paper and wrote two words on the paper - "Hills".
This song is one of Li Zongsheng's classic masterpieces. It has won three awards at the 25th Golden Melody Awards: Best Song of the Year, Best Lyrics, and Best Single. It can definitely meet Fang Qin's requirements.
At night.
A Weibo post by Fang Qin caused a sensation in the outside world.
[I asked Zhou Ziwu to sing a song today. I just wanted to give it a try. I didn’t expect that he gave me such a big surprise. When I finished recording the song, I wanted to make it available to everyone right away. I was really excited.
Love it!]
As soon as it was posted on Weibo, it quickly became popular, and everyone was once again shocked by Zhou Ziwu's songwriting speed.
The song was scheduled for the same day and written on the same day. It was a song that had words like "surprise" and "love it so much" that the king of music circles like Fang Qin said.
How does this brain grow?
Do you really never run out of inspiration?
at home.
Zhou Ziwu fell silent when he looked at the five hundred thousand extra on his bank card and Fetion Shang Qin's promise of a 50-50 follow-up to the song.
The boss is awesome!
…
In the bedroom.
Zhao Huarong was lying on the bed, looking at Fang Qin's Weibo, his teeth itching with hatred.
After so many years in the entertainment industry, she was actually fooled by a young man!