When Lu Chen saw Wang Jing for the first time, his feeling was...
This guy is so handsome!
Then he immediately realized that he had made a mistake. The other party was not a boy, but a girl.
A handsome girl.
She is about 1.75 meters tall, with a pair of straight, compass-like legs wrapped in aqua blue thin jeans. Her upper body is covered with a homemade silk-screen cotton T-shirt. Her hair is cut very short, so she looks very neat and tidy.
This girl is very beautiful. Her eyes, nose, lips, and chin all meet the usual beauty standards, but she is not charming or gorgeous in a popular way. She has a heroic spirit that is difficult to express in words.
What impressed Lu Chen most deeply was her eyes, which were as bright and lively as morning stars.
"This is my daughter Wang Jing..."
Wang Changsheng introduced both parties: "This is Mr. Lu Chen, a new client of our studio."
"Hello!"
Wang Jing extended her hand to Lu Chen calmly and generously: "Welcome to Nirvana Studio."
Lu Chen shook hands with her: "Hello."
After sitting down again, Lu Chen handed the music score he had printed earlier to the other party and asked, "I would like to ask your studio to help me complete the arrangement and accompaniment recording of this song. Can you do it in two days?"
Wang Jing frowned, took the printing paper and read it.
She watched it very carefully and hummed softly according to the music score, and her singing tone was very accurate.
The frown gradually relaxed, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.
After a while, the handsome girl raised her head and asked, "Mr. Lu, did you write this song yourself?"
Lu Chen nodded: "Yes."
The songwriter's name is on the score.
Wang Jing asked doubtfully: "This song is very well written, why did you ask me to arrange it?"
"Wang Jing!"
Before Lu Chen could answer, Wang Changsheng glared at her and said, "Mr. Lu is asking you if you can finish it in two days? Why are you asking those irrelevant questions?"
Wang Changsheng knew his daughter's temper very well and was afraid that she would scare away Lu Chen, the client he had finally found.
Wang Jing pursed her lips. She did not refute her father, but her silence and the stubborn look on her face made the atmosphere in the small reception room a bit awkward.
Lu Chen coughed and was about to explain a few words when Wang Jing suddenly said: "Two days are too rushed. I can't guarantee the best quality. Can you give me a few more days?"
Lu Chen said: "Here's the thing, I'm going to participate in a talent show on Beijing Satellite TV on the 10th. Because the accompaniment of the song has to be sent in advance, so the time can't be delayed any longer, but I don't require the best quality."
"Sing China?"
Wang Jing frowned again: "Since it is such an important matter, why didn't you come a few days earlier?"
Lu Chen smiled bitterly.
He finally understood why Wang Changsheng went all the way to Delong Building to solicit business. Wang Jing's temper made it too easy to offend customers. How could the studio's business improve?
Lu Chen was not angry. Many powerful people often have personalities that are different from ordinary people.
Jingyin graduates should be trustworthy.
But her father Wang Changsheng was about to cry: "Wang Jing..."
Wang Jing raised her head and said: "It can take two days, but the production fee will be 20,000 yuan!"
Twenty thousand yuan?
Lu Chen's expression became strange - Miss, I'm easy to talk to, you can't take me for granted!
A song worth 20,000 yuan is just an arrangement and accompaniment. Why would he go to Nirvana Studio to produce it?
Lu Chen couldn't help but look at Wang Changsheng who was sitting aside.
At this time, Wang Changsheng finally showed the emotional intelligence of a qualified studio manager. He calmly said to Wang Jing: "You go and prepare for the work. I will discuss the production costs with Mr. Lu."
The latter was obviously not willing to give in, but the pleading in Wang Changsheng's eyes made her remain silent, and she still took the music score and left.
Wang Changsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Lu Chen very embarrassedly: "Mr. Lu, my daughter's temper is not very good, please don't mind, but you can rest assured of her ability, we are working on this song
Even if I work overtime, I can help you finish it!"
"As for the price, what do you think of ten thousand yuan?"
He took the initiative to cut the price in half, obviously hoping to win Lu Chen's business.
Although Lu Chen knew that if he persisted, he might be able to cut off several thousand more dollars, but after all, this was an urgent business, so it was normal for the price to be high, and if he cut too hard, others might not be willing to put in the effort to make it.
After thinking about it, he said: "Ten thousand is fine. If this song satisfies me, then I can leave my first album to your studio."
"Okay, okay!"
Wang Changsheng was immediately overjoyed: "I also hope to have a long-term cooperation with you, Mr. Lu!"
Making a complete album is different from making ten singles. The former has higher requirements.
So for any music studio, producing an album is both a challenge and an opportunity.
If the album sells well, it will be easy to become famous in the industry, and business will naturally come rolling in.
Nirvana Studio has never produced a real album until its establishment.
Therefore, Wang Changsheng became more and more determined to firmly grasp Lu Chen as a customer. He said sincerely: "Mr. Lu, since you are here, first take a look at the recording studio of our studio. I will treat you to this evening."
Have a meal!"
Lu Chen smiled and said, "We want to see the recording studio. Let's talk about dinner later."
Under the leadership of the other party, he came to visit the recording studio of Nirvana Studio.
This recording studio occupies more than half of the entire studio area. The necessary hardware equipment such as condenser microphones, microphone amplifiers, monitor speakers, vocal effects, mixers, VOD karaoke machines, etc. are basically complete, which is quite complete.
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The interior is very neat and clean, and the pipelines, air conditioners, soundproof walls, and soundproof doors are all installed and arranged in place. Although the space inside is not very large, it does not feel cramped, which is in sharp contrast to the office area outside.
The person in charge of the recording studio is Wang Changsheng's son Wang Hui. This handsome young man with glasses is shy and has a similar appearance to his sister. He doesn't talk much but talks about recording matters fluently.
Wang Changsheng was quite proud of his son. He enthusiastically invited: "Mr. Lu, do you want Xiaohui to record a song for you on the spot? It's free of charge!"
Lu Chen suddenly became interested and asked, "Do you have a guitar here?"
Nirvana Studio not only has guitars, but also a small Nirvana band.
Four band members, including Wang Jing, came with the guitar. The other three were all young people in their twenties. They stood in the control room and watched Lu Chen's singing through the vacuum glass window.
This was the first time for Lu Chen to enter a recording studio in his life, but in the dream world, Xu Bo was a frequent visitor to the recording studio.
It's just that most of the songs Xu Bo recorded in the studio were other people's songs. In order to make money, he often accompanied others, sang demos and even sang harmony. He never released an album that was truly his own.
When the memory came back, Lu Chen hugged the guitar, closed his eyes in front of the microphone, and didn't open them for a long time.
In the outer control room, a young man with long hair sneered softly: "It's funny, we're not making a movie..."
The man wearing a black T-shirt next to him pretended to be serious and said: "You don't understand, this is called brewing emotions."
The little young man between the two shook his shoulders, looking like he couldn't help laughing.
Wang Jing crossed her arms and said nothing. She stared at Lu Chen with a faint smile on her lips.
Fortunately, Wang Changsheng had just left, otherwise he would have been pissed to death by a few of them.
Wang Hui frowned and stopped talking.
Several band members knew the rules and didn't joke too much, so they all stopped smiling.
As for what they think in their hearts, only they themselves know.
Of course, Lu Chen, who was in the recording room, couldn't hear the conversation outside. He felt that his mood had been adjusted to the best state. He opened his eyes and nodded to Wang Hui, indicating that it was time to start.
Wang Hui immediately pressed the button and gave Lu Chen a thumbs up - Come on!
Lu Chen plucked the strings and played the high-spirited prelude smoothly and smoothly.
The song he wants to sing is none other than "The Past You"!
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