As soon as Yang Ning came back, Xiao Wenjing took the initiative to give up her seat and sat on the sofa.
"call!"
Yang Ning took a deep breath, rubbed her brows tiredly, and became annoyed when she looked at Fang Jing, who was typing on the computer just now.
"Fang Jing, we have to advance the album matter. In the meeting just now, Mr. Jia said that it will be released before the year of the year and then go to the Spring Festival Gala."
"What!"
Fang Jing almost jumped up in excitement. The Spring Festival Gala is a program watched by more than a billion people. It is going to be popular.
"No problem, just do it in advance. At worst, you may lose a few days of sleep. Young people can handle it."
Yang Ning gave him a strange look, "You don't think it's CCTV's Spring Festival Gala, do you?"
"Isn't it?"
"That's bullshit! How dare you think of doing the CCTV Spring Festival Gala on the first day of the Lunar New Year on Shanghai TV Station."
"Modu TV is also pretty good. It's better than nothing."
These days, TV stations are also divided into three, six or nine levels. Not every one can host the Spring Festival Gala. Taking the New Year’s Eve concert some time ago as an example, only four in the country are eligible to apply.
And Moduwei is also among the best in the country. Although it is not as good as Hunan Satellite TV, it is much better than other local channels.
Yang Ning rolled her eyes at him and said, "You are quite optimistic. Don't come to me when you are exhausted. Come to the company for a meeting tomorrow. The producer is hired by the company with a lot of money. Please have a good attitude. You two will discuss it, determine the style, and make a music demo before starting.
Record it."
"Don't worry, I don't dare to offend the producer even if I'm crazy!"
The producer is definitely the soul of an album. His job is to arrange music, write lyrics, schedule recording and singing, as well as post-mixing and recording control, and guide the singers.
If a singer is compared to an actor, then the producer is the director. He has to oversee the entire team, and he is more important than the actors.
The next day, Fang Jing met the producer in the company who had been hired with a lot of money. He was in his forties, with hair dyed into yellow bangs and wearing a pair of black-rimmed round-frame glasses.
Yang Ning waved, "Fang Jing, come and get to know me. This is Teacher Liang. Please study hard with him during this time."
"Hello, Teacher Liang!" Fang Jing nodded obediently and rolled his eyes. This Teacher Liang has a company temporary job badge hanging on his chest. His surname is Liang and his given name is Qiaobai.
In an instant, the news about this big boss appeared in Fang Jing's mind. Liang Qiaobai is one of the top ten music producers in China. He has formed a band that has dominated the Hong Kong music scene for more than ten years. He has written songs for the Olympic Games and Queen Wang Fei's concert.
Director, singer and music director of Xiangnan Satellite TV.
Compared with this one, he really feels like a primary school student meeting a university professor.
Liang Qiaobai shook hands with Fang Jing and said with a smile: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Young people are amazing. I heard there is another song written by you?"
"It's just a joke. I'm just writing blindly. Please ask Teacher Liang for more guidance."
"Haha! I have listened to your previous songs. The musical level is very high, but you are still too modest."
Sweat! Fang Jing is embarrassed, he is copying all the way to the end. After all, his musical level is not that strong. He is not even capable of writing a second-rate song by himself. He is not as good as Liu Wei.
Yang Ning exited, leaving the two of them here to communicate. Liang Qiaobai picked up paper and pen and began to write and draw, determining the number and use of musical instruments, and looking up from time to time to ask Fang Jing's opinion.
There was nothing he could do. Except for the few songs that he was familiar with, knew their own music style, and made some comments, he didn't dare to say anything about the other songs.
Liang Qiaobai was very satisfied with this, and the more he looked at him, the more he liked him, "Young people are talented, not arrogant, not impetuous, and polite, which is good."
He was busy until the company got off work at five o'clock. Fang Jing thought it was over, but who knew that Liang Qiaobai insisted on dragging him to record a demo.
The recording studio has been contracted by a company. Although it can't compare with the multi-million-dollar speakers of Hunan Satellite TV, the equipment is top-notch.
After recording it over and over again, at two o'clock in the middle of the night, Fang Jing dragged his exhausted body home and fell asleep without taking a shower. Although he was a little tired, he learned a lot.
He is extremely lucky to be able to work with such a top producer, and he has never seen the first and second-tier stars in the company looking at him with envy.
The recording was completed two weeks later. Fang Jing personally sent Liang Qiaobai to the airport. He also had to go back to host the singer. He came here on leave this time. The remaining packaging Huanrui World will handle on its own.
On February 1st, Fang Jing started to promote. The first stop was the Kuaiben of Hunan Channel. He sang a song at the beginning and each host gave a physical album.
This was specially made by the company. There were not many, just a hundred. They were mainly given as gifts. I played a few rounds of the game while suppressing my embarrassment, and finally it was time to take a break.
Backstage, He Ling came to Fang Jing's side, "How are you, are you used to it?"
Although the game was indeed not very good, Fang Jing couldn't say it clearly and said with a smile: "It's not bad, it's quite fun."
"I see that you are a little absent-minded when playing. If you have any difficulties, remember to tell me."
He Ling is famous for his good temper in the entertainment industry. It is rare for people to see him angry. If you think about it carefully, there is almost no black mark.
"Thank you, Teacher He." Fang nodded, thought for a moment and then said, "Then what's this game of yours? Ahem!"
"A bit old-fashioned?"
Fang Jing waved his hand, "No, it's just a bit too simple. I've been playing the same game for four or five years, and I think the audience is a little impatient."
Sitting down, He Ling said calmly: "For more than ten years, I have read every barrage two or three times. I also know that the comments about us from the Internet are mostly about adults playing children's games."
"But it's not easy to innovate. It's not like we haven't tried to change, but the ratings plummeted in those episodes, so we had no choice but to change it back."
Fang Jing scratched his head, "It's actually not that troublesome. Have you ever heard of werewolf killing?"
"I've heard that Vega and the others still play on their mobile phones every day. You don't want to say Werewolf, right?" He Ling shook his head. The young man's thinking was still too simple. "We have studied all the popular games on the market.
None of it works."
As the flagship program of Shonan Satellite TV, how could the station not care about it? All kinds of resources have been poured into it, millions of backgrounds are arranged in each episode, and the games are all designed by specially hired people.
"No, I mean to play a simple version of Werewolf." Fang Jing pulled out a few pieces of paper from the coffee table, "This game is called Who's the Undercover? There is an undercover in each round, and a keyword is given to everyone to describe it.
mean."
"But the word undercover is different from other people's, and he doesn't know that he is an undercover. When he hears other people's descriptions being different from his own, he will cover up and get closer to them."
"After all the descriptions are given, everyone will vote on who is the undercover and give their own reasons. At this time, the undercover will vote for others, confusing right and wrong."
He Ling's eyes lit up. This game is good, simple but a bit brain-burning. The important thing is that the audience can understand it. As long as the keywords are changed in each issue, it will never be repeated.
Fang Jing continued: "If the undercover agent is not voted out in the first round, the second round will continue until the undercover agent wins in the end."
"Okay, wait a minute, I'll go talk to the leader in the station and let's change the game to this in the second half." After saying that, He Ling hurried out.
Half an hour later, the happy family gathered backstage to listen to Fang Jing's introduction to the rules of the game. Everyone played two rounds first, and Fang Jing voted for Du Haitao every time. They had a great time playing.