Chen Feng didn't know about Ou Junlang and Meng Xiaozhou's private discussions and plans.
But Ou Junlang's selfishness and Chen Feng's desire to collect more funds do not conflict with each other, and they complement each other.
Chen Feng saw that the lazy Ou Junlang suddenly became diligent, and his round face almost turned into an oval. It was really miserable.
In the next few days, Ou Junlang flew around the country, sometimes even watching three variety shows a day. When he was busy on the plane, he would either watch acoustic video textbooks on his tablet, or grab most of the
He chewed the book on his head fiercely.
The fat man originally thought that he would soon give up or even change his hobbies, but before he knew it, time flew by, and before he had time to feel tired, the six days passed in an instant.
When Ou Junlang finally got the printed document with the lyrics and complete score from Chen Feng, he almost burst into tears with excitement.
It was only at this moment that he gradually understood that his love for music was not just a lip service, let alone an excuse to escape boring studies.
Although I, Ou Junlang, am lazy, and even my body and health management are a mess, when it comes to the things I really love, I will definitely be able to work as hard as anyone else!
Chen Feng was also shocked by Fatty's brutal and high-intensity work attitude these days, and sighed: "No wonder you are not suitable for managing a company. Maybe sometimes you don't know how much you like singing. A person will always stand on his own.
You are in a position with no talent and no hobbies, and you have such a huge responsibility. Even if you work hard, it will be in vain in the end."
Ou Junlang was confused, "Master, what did you say?"
"It's nothing, go ahead. Have a good rest first, and then start practicing singing tomorrow. Look at you, your pants are too big. Please go buy a new set of clothes that fit you, don't lose the face of your rich second generation.
Look at the second and third generations of billionaires in Europe and the United States. Each one is more handsome than the other. Look at your dad again. He is almost as handsome as a killer. You, the son, have ruined the good looks your dad gave you.
If you are like this, don't you feel any shame?"
Ou Junlang was so sprayed by him that he covered his face and cried, running around in confusion.
I am from a rich family, but is there anything wrong with me being approachable?
Look at the flesh on my face, how cute and friendly it is!
Is there any master who tramples on the dignity of his disciples like you do?
After sending the fat man away, Chen Feng went to the recording studio that the company had just built, and together with the music producer who had just been hired from outside with a high salary, he put on the monitoring headphones and listened to Qin Lu's singing practice.
Qin Lu's opportunity was won by her own hard work and kneeling skills, while she kept talking about giving Chen Feng a monkey, and then stood up to help Chen Feng clarify his position at the critical moment.
But it cannot be denied that Qin Lu's ability is good, otherwise Chen Feng would not have easily agreed to let her sing a demo for him.
However, despite being a close relative, Chen Feng's requirements for the quality of his songs are extremely demanding, even to the point of being almost inhumane.
You can't blame him for being too strict. It's really just because he has the original song in his heart and compares it before and after. You can tell whether it's good or not as soon as you listen to it.
Ever since Chen Feng entered the recording studio, the music producer with an extremely high reputation in the industry couldn't help but focus on Chen Feng.
This producer is not known for his creative talent. He is proficient in understanding the creator's ideas and assisting the singers in constantly adjusting their vocals and pronunciation.
His grasp of pitch and rhythm is among the best in the industry.
At this time, the producer was also curious about how capable Mr. Chen Feng, a creative genius who has been known to be unique for decades, was.
"Well, please go in and ask Qin Lu to sing all ten songs. It has been three days. As a professional singer, she should be able to barely sing, right?"
Chen Feng waved to the producer.
The company recently hired so many new people that he didn't even have time to get to know them one by one, so he couldn't even name many of them.
The producer felt a little unhappy. After all, he was an expert, not too big or too small. Although he was not as good as you, he still deserved his own name.
But I am unhappy because after all, I was given a lot of money and the producer worked honestly.
But he still couldn't help but said, "Although she has practiced every song, Mr. Chen, if you want to lead her to practice, you should do it one by one, right? It's too many times, and you may not listen to it."
You have to be careful."
Chen Feng shook his head, "Just do as I say. Oh, by the way, don't tell her that I'm listening too, lest she get nervous."
"Okay, Teacher Chen."
The teacher's pronunciation was particularly strong.
Chen Feng could understand the other party's anger.
In the thinking of normal people, his request may seem unreasonable.
No matter how strong a producer is, it is impossible for him to fine-tune ten songs at a time.
But Chen Feng would not explain to him. It would be a waste of time and money. Time is very precious.
An hour later, Qin Lu walked out.
When she saw Chen Feng outside, she screamed, "Ah! Teacher, why are you here?"
She has now begun to learn to call Teacher Chen Feng directly.
It seems closer than others, but not too transcendent.
Chen Feng sat on the chair with a straight face and crossed his hands, "Your progress is too slow and I am very dissatisfied."
When he first chose to accept Qin Lu, apart from the personal relationship, what Chen Feng valued was her talent.
Her mezzo-soprano voice is unique, but when high notes and explosive power are needed, her voice can basically handle it.
Moreover, her restoration of songs is very good, and she is the perfect vehicle for transforming the results of the songs brought over by Chen Feng.
Chen Feng will give her a lifetime of wealth and will naturally have strict standards and high demands on her.
Qin Lu shivered nervously.
The other producer next to her remained calm.
Chen Feng said: "Do you have a voice recorder?"
The producer responded: "Yes."
"Okay, from now on, I will record everything I say next. Qin Lu, you can digest it yourself later. I will only take you personally this time. Should I turn into a dragon as soon as I enter the storm, or a bamboo basket?
Whether you win or lose all depends on how hard you work next."
Having said that, Chen Feng took a deep breath and began to explain word for word at an astonishing speed.
"In the first sentence, your voice is rising. The emotion at the beginning of this song is very gentle, just like a stream slowly flowing through the forest, giving people the feeling of an empty valley orchid. So, your breath here should be
Lengthen it a little, and don’t close your tail tone so suddenly to suppress the sound of the guzheng..."
"Your pronunciation is a little unclear here. You should have a backward breath when singing..."
"In this sentence, the normal ending sound is to drop the hammer quickly, close up quickly, and lower the key, but you can't handle it like this here..."
About an hour later, Chen Feng took a breath and stood up, "Okay, I'll stop here. Next time, I want to hear the finished product of the master tape directly."
He said no more and left quickly.
In the recording studio, Qin Lu and the producer looked at each other in silence.
Qin Lu is okay, she is criticizing herself.
The producer felt that almost everything he had learned in his life had been returned to zero.
On the road of art, it is said that there is never a peak.
Once you climb a mountain, you will inevitably see higher mountains.
But he felt that Chen Feng's height had reached a point where he couldn't understand it at all.
No wonder that after Chen Feng became famous, not only did he show no signs of decline, but his personal influence in the music circle continued to soar like a rocket.
What a terrifyingly sharp thinking, what an astonishing memory, what a terrifying sense of music and professionalism!
Too strong!
After the matter here was settled, Chen Feng returned to his office without stopping and began to compile the outlines of the scripts of the blockbuster science fiction films of the early 21st century that he had last seen a thousand years later.
He has a very strong memory, but unfortunately the complete script cannot be found in the database, so he can only slowly restore the plot himself.
He can remember all the plots and scenes, but to re-implement the plots and scenes on paper involves another professional field, script creation.
In the previous future timeline, Chen Feng had already seen how he suffered a terrible defeat in his later years. This time, Chen Feng did not intend to finish everything personally.
He would take out the plot summary and ask Meng Xiaozhou to hire professionals to continuously improve the script. Finally, he would personally change the final version of the script once or twice.
When it comes to filming in the future, I will follow the filming in person from time to time, strictly control it, and strive to completely restore those popular movies.
Unfortunately, none of these follow-up tasks can be completed within a month. Chen Feng only plans to finish the preliminary work, then write it down, write it into the tips that must be implemented, and leave this timeline to himself to start in the future and then implement it.
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When we go there next time after a thousand years, we will naturally be able to see whether the effect is good or bad.
Writing is really torturous. Just transferring the synopses of several science fiction films took him nearly half a month, deleting, modifying, and striving to be precise. When transferring the finished product, he must be honest and elegant to prevent future generations from perfecting a complete script.
Finally, the error is too far from the desired level.
Afterwards, Chen Feng began his second high-speed and unruly frenzied creation.
In four days, he wrote a total of nearly thirty songs.
Blowout is no longer enough to describe his state, it is simply a volcanic eruption.
The classic songs he produced in this batch not only include many popular Chinese and English songs of the year, but also tentatively produced several new style masterpieces of the year.
Counting the four famous songs of the second half of the 21st century that he had added to Ou Junlang's second album, he made a total of ten songs that should have appeared in front of the world fifty years later, born in advance.
today.
He is becoming more and more reckless in his actions.
Chen Feng already knew that what he was doing was brewing a Renaissance, so he decided to brew something bigger and more ruthless.
He wanted this Renaissance to explode more violently.
The influence of the Renaissance is by no means limited to the literary and artistic circles. It is only because of this that it was named so.
The essence of the Renaissance is actually an ideological and cultural movement that surges in thought and ultimately triggers a domino effect.
What is shaken is the thought, the change in the thinking of everyone who is bathed in the trend of revival.
It is a wave of creativity in the art world that explodes rapidly in a short period of time, and ultimately triggers all industries and all disciplines to move forward in all directions.
Art is contagious.
This kind of infection will involve all aspects and make people's spiritual attributes stronger.
When the renaissance gradually takes shape, people are easily influenced by higher-quality works of art, and have an involuntary desire to improve their own lives and this era.
What the Renaissance wants to awaken is people's enterprising spirit, creative spirit, and the spirit of knowledge-seeking that respects science and reality more.
From a historical perspective, the Renaissance is a gift from the universe to human civilization.
Think of the entire civilization as an individual cultivator. The Renaissance is a state of enlightenment that this cultivator can only encounter in his life.
In today's era, due to the increasing popularity of information society, too much and complicated information has filled people's lives and occupied people's precious time.
Soap operas, low-quality variety shows, shoddy movies that are only satisfying for sensory stimulation, idol characters that are deliberately packaged...
These things, under the guise of entertainment, are actually harming people's lives all the time.
If a celebrity forgets to bring paper towels when he goes to the toilet, he will be trending, make headlines, and appear on many ordinary people's Weibo accounts.
Every second more of a person is allowed to see this kind of garbage information is poisoning the progress of mankind.
This is like a chronic poison. When the toxicity becomes deeper, it will slow down the pace of civilization.
Humanity has been moving forward with a heavy burden. This weight comes not only from the confrontation of nature, not only from wars and diseases, but also from the poisonous information created by some people in pursuit of profit and destroying their conscience.
Because of the abundance of this junk information, in fact, today in the 21st century, mankind no longer has the soil for another renaissance.
Bad money drives out good money, and too many talented artists are stillborn because of the poverty of the creators before they can fully mature.
People always have to eat just right.
The painter became a plasterer.
Writers have become jokers and self-media arrays.
Musicians become scissorhands dedicated to plagiarism.
Everything has been accumulated for a long time and there is no way to recover.
If there are no other interfering factors, it may take hundreds of years for mankind to wake up from this false and poisonous dream, and feel sad for the "ancients" who wasted their time hundreds of years ago, sighing, gnashing their teeth, and extremely
disdain.
Fortunately, there is Chen Feng in this era.
He hadn't thought about it so much before, but now he had to think about it.
So he did it himself.
He wants to use his shameless plagiarism that violates his conscience and moral integrity to make all the fake stars and fake artists who waste their time and live behind false personas have nowhere to hide.
He wants to force everyone to keep up with his pace and rhythm.
From now on, if you don't work hard to create and improve, and think that just writing a song will make you a hot search, and doing whatever you want will keep you popular, the good days are over!
He will rely on his own efforts, starting from music, to forcefully create a renaissance for mankind that does not exist and was picked up for free.
Thousands of years from now, when people recall the ancients, they may still laugh at the backward technology of the early 21st century, but only classic works of art will last forever.
They will have a deeper understanding of how the ancients reached their pinnacle in art thousands of years ago and how they left precious spiritual wealth to future generations.
After copying his songs, Chen Feng selected one and sent it to Lu Wei.
Lu Wei replied the message, "What a coincidence, Zhong Lei is here to lead me to sing the new song she just finished, and you actually sent it. I am celebrating a double happiness today, do you want to come over and join us?"
Chen Feng replied, "Then you work first, and you can look at me later."
