Both parents are music teachers, and they have been deeply influenced since childhood.
His original intention of coming to Yangcheng was to pursue his music dream.
Unfortunately, the threshold for this industry is too high. Without anyone to lead the way, most ordinary people can only wander outside the circle.
Ahao also worked part-time to make a living. At the best time, he was just singing in bars.
However, in a drunken bar, no one likes his gentle and soothing voice, and it is not a place where ballads can win applause.
Since meeting Feng Zhe, Ahao has found his soulmate.
Two penniless young people lived a very hard life for their dreams.
During the most difficult time, the two of them could only sleep in a small house of seven square meters, sleeping on bunk beds and sharing a cigarette between them.
In this era, there are countless young people like them. But the vast majority of them are eventually worn down by life and give up helplessly.
The two of them are one of the lucky ones who can still stick to their dreams and have a bright future.
"At that time, it rained every day and the house leaked. Ah Hao and I could only curl up in bed, feeling as if we had been abandoned by the whole world. We also spent all our money and had no food for dinner. I clearly remember that at that time, we could feel
The only thing that left us alive was Ah Hao's last cigarette. We had agreed that after smoking that cigarette, we would go our separate ways. That night, we didn't say a word. We just wanted to wait until dawn to talk.
goodbye."
After a bottle of beer, Feng Zhe started talking more.
"But God is so annoying to this thief. Just when you were about to despair, he gave you sunshine. Mmp. Someone came to your door early in the morning. Hey, he gave us a job in the recording studio to record records."
Ahao drank beer, burped, and smiled like a fool.
"That's it, we are alive again."
Li Xiaohan, who had similar backgrounds to the two of them, resonated most with them and raised the bottle.
"Come and celebrate...alive!"
Several grown men were crying and drinking heavily. They were obviously celebrities, but they didn't feel ashamed at all.
Liu Zhihao doesn't understand the dissolute behavior of old men.
The chicken heads in his hand were even more fragrant, and he had already eaten three of them.
Although Xiao Qian is the same age as him, he understands this sentiment better.
Thinking of the university dormitories in the previous life, who didn’t have a few upper bunks?
Recalling every time the upper bunk asked him to help get something, and he asked the upper bunk to call daddy, the corners of Xiao Qian's mouth curled up.
Before the old men could get over their emotions, Xiao Qian had already gently knocked on the wine glass, playing a melody that made them cry.
[The brother who sleeps on my upper bunk]
【Silent you】
【Those questions you once asked me】
【Now no one asks about it anymore】
[The brother who gave me the cigarette]
【Give me the happy past】
【You always guess wrong about the coins in my hand】
[Shakes his head and says this is too mysterious]
When Feng Zhe and Ah Hao told their stories, Xiao Qian instantly remembered this classic campus ballad.
There are not many people who have never heard this song in their previous life, but no matter who listens to it, they have a certain feeling.
The song is a good song, and the singer is also a rare good singer, who is also the person who wrote the song haha.
It can only be said that it is more despicable for talented people not to do good things.
The busy barbecue stall has quieted down, and the noise of people shouting and drinking has disappeared.
Everyone who was drunk with wine sat quietly, with memories flashing in their confused eyes.
Now that I have been working hard in society for many years, the wind, frost, rain and snow are heartening. Only the carefree youth can make people dream back to the good times.
Xiao Qian sings this kind of song without any pressure, and his voice is so emotional that it makes people cry.
When he finished singing, everyone around him suddenly looked at this young man with complicated eyes, wanting to ask him what the name of the song he sang was.
But after seeing the menacing bodyguard next to Xiao Qian, she didn't dare.
Feng Zhe and Ah Hao had no worries.
"Mr. Xiao, this song..."
Xiao Qian returned the book to them, and there was already an additional song on it. The melody and lyrics were all there.
Although it is drawn by hand, it is clear and clear, almost indistinguishable from the printed one.
"Do you know how to sing?"
Feng Zhe and Ah Hao held the music scores as if they were treasures, and couldn't bear to blink.
"I know, I know, this singing method is very simple, you can master it after listening to it once."
Folk songs are just like that. There is nothing amazing about the singing method, and the requirements for the singer's ability are not high.
Feng Zhe and Ah Hao have been immersed in music for many years and have profound skills. Once they hear a song like this once, there will be no mistakes.
Xiao Qian didn't care about their problems.
The song "Brother Sleeping on My Top Bunk" is a folk classic and popular all over the country. It must be very suitable for them to be the title song of their album.
It's time for Southbound Moonlight to become popular, and Xiao Qian wants to establish them as representatives of the folk style of Starlight Music.
Good news from Peter Jackson.
After the last month of hard work, all special effects production for "The Opium War" has been completed.
At this point, the filming part of the movie has officially been completed and can be edited.
"Beautiful, very beautiful. Peter, your technique is simply superb. I'm sure this movie will become a monument in the history of film."
What appeared on the screen in front of Xiao Qian was the overwhelming British fleet.
The sea and sky are vast, and sails are like clouds, covering almost the entire sea surface. To the naked eye, the terrifying aura makes people feel the glory of the empire on which the sun never sets.
The camera was deflected, and in the dim sunlight, the Humen Fort looked a bit desolate and desolate.
Just this contrasting shot makes people feel the ending of this war.
Xiao Qian made special considerations regarding the way Guan Tianpei died in battle.
The fierce artillery of the British army collapsed the tower of the fort, burying the tragic old general. In the overwhelming hustle and bustle, a flood of British troops rushed to the fort, which also heralded the end of the Qing court.
The war scenes in this section are extremely exciting, with the hot and rolling solid artillery shells piercing the sky and the standard and strict skirmish line of the British army, all of which are perfect restorations of history.
Just watching this part of the plot immediately pulls people back into that magnificent history.
Jackson is also admiring his own work.
"Through this production, I also learned a lot. It will be of great benefit to my preparations for the next film."
He looked at Xiao Qian seriously.
"Boss, it's an honor to meet you. I already have a premonition that Weta Digital will usher in its glory."
Peter Jackson is different from ordinary Hollywood directors. His base is not at all major film companies, but at Weta Digital Special Effects Studio.
His film career has a very single type of work, almost all of which are in the "Lord of the Rings" series. He really sticks to one type for a lifetime.
He didn't know that without Xiao Qian, he would be able to get investment from New Line Cinema soon and start filming "Lord of the Rings 1".
The fact now is that when Weta Digital was in its most difficult period, it was Xiao Qian who invested US$7 million in him.
This seven million US dollars has made Jackson's preliminary preparations a lot easier, so I am very grateful.
What Xiao Qian wants is this effect.
"That's because I see your value and firmly believe that you have an extremely bright future. It's a pity that I don't have strong capital. Otherwise, I would also like to invest in your movie."
Can Xiao Qian not be greedy for "Lord of the Rings"?
It's a pity that the cost of "Lord of the Rings 1" alone is US$93 million, and Starlight Culture can't afford it even if they have all their money.
In addition, even if he could afford it, Xiao Qian could only covet it.
Starlight Culture has no distribution channels in North America. If it invests in "The Lord of the Rings", it will have to transfer a lot of profits to other film companies. The profit margin is far less than imagined.
If one person doesn't make it well, he will make wedding clothes for others.
He had already given up on "Lord of the Rings", but Jackson took the initiative to find him.
"Boss, I have listened to the soundtrack you produced for the movie. It is very good. If I film "Lord of the Rings", can I invite you to produce the soundtrack?"
Producing the soundtrack for The Lord of the Rings?
Those classic melodies automatically sounded in Xiao Qian's mind, and she couldn't help but feel her heart beat.
"Of course, as long as you pay."
The soundtrack of "The Lord of the Rings" is a classic in film history. Being able to participate in it will be of great benefit to enhance Xiao Qian's international reputation.
Moreover, the price of music production in North America is very exaggerated.
There was once a director who spent four million dollars just to buy a soundtrack.
Even if Xiao Qian and Jackson have a close relationship, the soundtracks for the trilogy, with so many songs, can earn at least about 8 million US dollars.
Even Xiao Qian can't turn a blind eye to this income.
If you earn it, you can pay off Zhang Sujiu's debt.
