Before long, several musicians invited by Xu Tailang over the phone rushed over.
The first person to come in was a tall, middle-aged man. He looked a few years older than Xu Tailang. He had a Chinese character face, short hair, a mustache, and bright eyes.
"Prodigal Son, what kind of song is this that calls me here so early in the morning? You'll have to pay me double my wages later!"
"Double is not enough, at least five times!" Another voice suddenly sounded behind the middle-aged man, and then a little old man stepped out.
"Okay, double is double, five times is five times, you are the bosses, you have the final say!" Xu Tailang responded with a smile, as if he didn't care how much the price was.
Behind the little old man was a young man in his twenties. He was carrying a piano case in one hand and was next to the little old man. He had not spoken since he entered the door and his personality should be relatively calm.
Seeing these three people appearing, Xu Tailang breathed a sigh of relief, but he still kept looking at the door.
Finally, the last figure appeared, but it was an old man who looked exactly like Xu Tailang. He was not angry, his face was as calm as water, but his eyes were somewhat lively and seemed to have a faint light. As soon as he came in, another figure appeared.
Several people involuntarily stood to one side, looking very respectful.
Under this situation, Chen Feng and An Ruohua did not dare to speak loudly. Although Chen Feng was familiar with Xu Tailang, he had never seen these musicians in front of him.
It turns out that Xu Tailang has always had something at the bottom of the box!
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Xu Tailang also put away his lazy look, and introduced each other to both parties solemnly.
"His name is Chen Feng. He is a bass player who was just abandoned by a small band. Well, it's him who wrote a good song. I think it's worthy of your skills. The girl next to you is called An Ruohua.
She is Chen Feng’s girlfriend.”
After briefly introducing Chen Feng, Xu Tailang turned around and introduced several musicians who had arrived.
The middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, named Zhang Li, is a drummer. It is said that he once played drums in several first-class rock bands. As for why he is mixed up like this now, it is definitely not convenient to talk about.
The little old man who is clamoring for five times his salary is named Wang Jinghong. When he was young, he was known as the number one guitarist in Kyoto and a technical master. But now that he is old, he has switched to playing bass. As for the guitar, it was left to him.
His proud disciple is the young man next to him, Wang Jinghe.
Wang Jinghe is an orphan adopted by Wang Jinghong. He has been wandering and performing with Wang Jinghong since he was a child. He doesn't like to talk, but he is a good person who knows how to repay his kindness. Wang Jinghong has driven him away several times, trying to get him to
to develop his own career, but Wang Jinghe stubbornly stayed, insisting that he would provide for Wang Jinghong until the end of his life.
The last old man who appeared was amazing. His name was Xu Zhen. He was once the chief conductor of the Kyoto City First Orchestra. He had extraordinary sound perception and his requirements for pitch were abnormal. During his tenure, anyone
There was never a single mistake in the performance.
Of course, what's more important is that Xu Zhen is Xu Tailang's biological father
After introducing each other, several musicians were still relatively indifferent to Chen Feng. Except for the little old man who looked like an old naughty boy and chatted with Chen Feng for a few words, the other three simply nodded to him as a greeting.
Chen Feng didn't mind this at all. His two-life experience was enough for him to face everything calmly and calmly.
What's more, for talented people, being a little proud is not a bad thing.
However, when Xu Tailang handed over the lyrics and score of "Mortal Song" to these people, the situation quickly changed.
"Huh? This song is really well written. Well, if you think about the word carefully, it has a lot of stamina!" After drummer Zhang Li read the lyrics, his eyes when he looked at Chen Feng completely changed. He looked like a stranger before.
The feeling of not getting close to combing instantly turned into an eager appreciation.
Wang Jinghong had been immersed in "Mortal Song" for a long time. The little old man who was originally a bit noisy became calm now. On the other hand, Wang Jinghe next to him, after reading it, smiled at Chen again.
Feng nodded, obviously this time he was much more sincere.
Xu Zhen read it very seriously, but he kept frowning. After reading it, he directly said to Xu Tailang, "Bring me a pen!"
Xu Tailang seemed to be prepared and immediately handed over a pencil.
Xu Zhen did not ask Chen Feng for his opinion, but directly revised the arrangement several times. After a few minutes, he nodded with satisfaction, and then handed the revised new arrangement to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng took over the new arrangement in a daze, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart: Isn't this old man too arrogant? Is he really going to modify other people's stuff without saying a word?
However, when Chen Feng browsed the revised new arrangement, he immediately gave Xu Zhen a thumbs up.
I have to say, this Xu Zhen is really amazing. Based on Chen Feng's original arrangement, he only corrected a few wrong harmonies and adjusted the orchestration of a few passages. Suddenly, the arrangement of the entire song changed.
It seems to have become a lot more high-end and atmospheric.
How many years of practice does it take to achieve this skill? Chen Feng sincerely admired him.
"Your name is Chen Feng? Well, I can see that your basic skills are pretty good. However, you still need more accumulation and practice in arranging. Learn more and read more in the future, and don't rest on your laurels." Mr. Xu Zhen looked at Chen Feng.
He glanced at it and said in a deep voice.
Chen Feng was a little flattered and quickly responded: "Okay, old man, I will keep your teachings in mind."
After this exchange, several people gradually became familiar with each other, and then Xu Tailang took everyone into the recording studio.
Recording songs is a very torturous thing, especially when you meet an authoritative person with very strict requirements.
Xu Zhen was extremely strict about the pitch, rhythm and atmosphere of the recording, and did not tolerate any mistakes. Not only Chen Feng, but also the other three accompanists all suffered from his anger to varying degrees.
"The guitar was put in by mistake, try again!"
"The drum beat is too slow, let's start again!"
"Chen Feng, where is your pitch? The first word is off, you don't know?"
Zhang Li looked confused.
Wang Jinghe looked confused.
Chen Feng looked confused.
Even Xu Tailang, who was watching, couldn't stand it anymore.
"Dad, don't be so strict. Besides, the recording can still be done in post-production. Even if it's a little bit off, we can still adjust it. We don't have to."
However, before Xu Tailang finished speaking, Xu Zhen shouted directly at him: "Get out!"
"Ah, what?" Xu Tailang looked confused.
"I told you to get out!" Xu Zhen started blowing his beard and staring.
"Okay, I'm going out, I'm going out right now." Xu Tailang immediately ran away in embarrassment, and the sound engineers around him all covered their mouths and couldn't help but snicker.
It was so miserable. It was so miserable. He shouldn't have called this old man!