"By the way, Fang Jing, what kind of song are you going to sing later?" After chatting for a while, Yu Meng put her chin on one hand and asked curiously.
Pointing to the guitar next to him, Fang Jing smiled and said: "Like Lao Zhao, it's a folk song."
"Hey, you two are so competitive that you even choose the same song?"
Fang Jing shook his head and chuckled. He knew that Yu Meng was joking. Although he and Zhao Lei could chat well, they had only known each other for a few days. There was no way they could compete with each other like this.
"My song has been chosen a long time ago. I would still sing this song even without Lao Zhao."
"Did you know that your song "Seventeen Years Old in the Rainy Season" has already become a hit? This song is all over the streets now," Yu Meng said playfully with a wink.
"When will you record it and upload it online? Many fans are eagerly waiting."
"Really?" Fang Jing was a little surprised. He didn't go online much during this period and practiced guitar every day. How could he know these things.
"Wait a minute, I'm not thinking about it yet. At least the recording must be finished here, and then it will be uploaded together."
"How many more good songs do you have?" Fang Jing said so calmly that Yu Meng was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped.
"Buddha said, it can't be said, it can't be said, but you just need to know that the products produced by Fang Jing must be high-quality."
"Brother Fang, what do you think of me?" Yu Meng stroked her hair and said with a smile.
"What do you want to do? Seduce me? Let me tell you, I am still underage. I only turned eighteen this month. You are breaking the law."
"Hahaha!" Zhao Lei laughed out loud, but suppressed it again after seeing Yu Meng's angry gaze. However, the two rows of white teeth exposed in the air could not be concealed at all.
"Bah! What are you thinking about?" Yu Meng blushed, "I want to ask you to help me tailor a song. You decide the price."
"Oh! Really?"
The second purpose of Fang Jing's trip was to increase his popularity so that he could sell his songs in the future. He didn't expect that customers would come to his door so quickly.
But when talking about business, you can't agree too readily, otherwise it will be difficult to sell the goods. Fang Jing pretended to be embarrassed, opening and closing his mouth.
"Are you embarrassed? Sorry, it's my fault, Meng Lang. Just pretend I didn't say anything."
Yu Meng thought he didn't want to sell it. After all, it's not easy to produce a good song. Who would sell it easily? Moreover, Fang Jing's singing skills are not bad. Now that he is debuting, he is more likely to sing in the future.
"Don't, I didn't say I won't write to you." Fang Jing was anxious, why didn't this girl follow the truth? Will she die if she asks more questions?
"I do have a few songs here that are suitable for girls to sing. I spent a lot of time, revising and revising them, and stayed up countless nights to complete them.
I just don’t know what price you want, so I just thought about it, but I didn’t expect you to misunderstand me.”
"Price? What do you mean?" Yu Meng was a little confused. Why should we divide the price? Isn't it OK to just take the money?
"Ahem! That's it. I divide songs into several levels, third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, classic. Different levels have different price points.
A third-rate song costs five...eight thousand, a second-rate one costs twenty thousand, and a first-rate one costs one hundred thousand, which price range do you choose?"
Yu Meng was dumbfounded. It was the first time he saw someone selling songs like vegetables. Do you think it is pork, and you still share the kidneys and front hooves?
Zhao Lei scratched his head, "No, listening to what you mean, you still know whether the song is popular or not, and to what extent it is popular?"
"Of course! If I don't have this kind of self-confidence, why would I sell songs?" Fang Jing clapped his chest loudly, "Within seven days, there is no reason to return the goods."
Since Fang Jing can’t sing girls’ songs anyway, it’s better to sell them and make some money.
Zhao Lei's eyelids jumped when he heard this. It was the first time he saw such a crazy person. I'm afraid even the singer from Xiangjiang would not dare to say such a thing, right?
Who can guarantee that a song will be a hit before it’s released? Sometimes you think it’s good, but that’s just you, what can you do if the audience doesn’t buy it?
Seeing that Yu Meng was hesitant and didn't know what to think, Fang Jing decided to add fuel to the fire. This big fat sheep would be gone if he missed it.
"I'm not bragging. Did you listen to the song I sang "Seventeen Years Old in the Rainy Season" a few days ago? That's only second-rate to me."
"No way?" Yu Meng was shocked. That song has gone viral outside now, especially in major universities, where it is very popular among young students.
Unexpectedly, Fang Jing actually said that he was just a second-rate person. If the second-rate people are so popular, how can a first-rate person be better?
"Think about it carefully. After passing this village, there won't be this store."
"I want to buy a second-rate song, do you have it?" After thinking about it, Yu Meng gritted her teeth and said. With her current conditions, she can only afford this price.
If the effect is really as Fang Jing said, then 20,000 yuan is not a loss at all.
"Yes! I guarantee your satisfaction."
Fang Jing smiled happily and opened the door with great success. This trip was worthwhile. This is 20,000 yuan.
My heart bleeds when I think of the song I voted for in the first grade. Now it has sold at least 100,000 to 80,000 yuan.
"Do you have a pen? I'll write to you right away."
"I didn't bring it with me. Just wait. I'll go find the staff and ask for it." Yu Meng stood up and ran over to find it.
"Who is Fang Jing! Ready to go on stage! Come here quickly!"
Hearing the staff call, Fang Jing didn't dare to neglect, "Stop working now, wait for me for a few minutes, and then I'll talk about it when I get back."
After saying that, it was not a dream reaction. I picked up my guitar and ran over, led by the staff to the back of the big screen.
Two minutes later, the buddy from the backstage came down and Fang Jing came up. They met in the middle. Fang Jing felt familiar, but couldn't remember it for a moment.
"Hello, three teachers. My name is Fang Jing. What I will sing next is my original song Childhood."
After bowing and waiting for the palms in the audience to disappear, Fang Jing approached the microphone and started playing and singing to himself.
"On the banyan tree by the pond
Cicadas are calling summer loudly
On the swing next to the playground
There's a butterfly sitting on it
The teacher’s chalk on the blackboard keeps chattering.”
…
The melody of this song is cheerful and has a strong sense of substitution. Childhood, as the name suggests, refers to the years of childhood, summer, playground, swings, butterflies, and blackboard.
In just a moment, the audience was brought into the scene and suddenly returned to the silly years when they were children and studying.
"The girl in the next class
Why haven't you passed my window yet?
Snacks in mouth and comics in hand
My first love in childhood
Always wait until bedtime
Only then did I realize that I had only done a little bit of homework
It’s always after the exam
Only then did I realize that I hadn’t read the books I should have read.
An inch of time is worth an inch of gold
The teacher said that an inch of money cannot buy an inch of time.
Day after day, year after year
A confused childhood."
…
At the instructor's table, Han Hong was tapping the beat with her fingers while recalling the lyrics.
This song is so well written. In just over a hundred words, it covers the entire childhood, a child's innocence, simplicity, playfulness, ignorant love for girls, and expectations for growing up...
"Clatter!"
As soon as he finished singing, the whole scene burst into warm applause, and Huang Xiaoming couldn't wait to speak.
"You are a genius, really. You are really amazing for being able to sing songs into the heart of a tone-deaf person like me.
I followed your singing the whole time just now, on the dirt playground, swings, teachers, reading comics in class, and I didn’t know until I went to bed that I didn’t finish my homework, and the girl in the next class, and the canteen. I feel like you are singing about our generation.
of childhood.
Are you interested in working in my company and writing songs for my movies and TV series?"
"Alas! Huang Xiaoming, what are you doing? You haven't stepped down yet. Don't talk about this kind of thing again." Han Hong glanced at Huang Xiaoming dissatisfied, and then said: "Fang Jing, my company also sent people to follow me.