It is easy to work with professional singers. Sometimes, the feeling of music is difficult to describe in words, or the right words cannot be found immediately. Qin Xiaobao only needs to sing it once, and Zhang Bichen understands it immediately, saving a lot of time.
The harmony parts were recorded separately. After listening to each other's singing voices, they both felt that they fit very well and matched well.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, the recording of "Liangliang" ended.
"Thank you!" Xiaobao expressed his gratitude.
"This is obvious. I don't know how many female singers envy me!"
After several hours of getting along, the two chatted a lot. They were no longer as cramped as before and could talk and laugh.
"No, no!" Xiaobao was modest.
"It's true. I received several calls last night. When I learned that I could cooperate with you, I was told to work hard and leave a good impression." Zhang Bichen smiled slightly.
"It makes me look like a university professor." Xiaobao sat on the sofa, very relaxed.
"It almost feels like the company has reminded me not to offend you."
"Tsk, I actually have such a high status."
"It's normal. If you can write good songs, everyone is willing to build a good relationship." Zhang Bichen nodded seriously.
"Okay, what about you, when will you go back?" The song has been recorded, and she has nothing to do here for the time being.
"I've been playing for two days. I'm taking a break recently. I don't have any announcements. I happen to have a friend in the city, so I'm going to look for her."
"Sorry, I have to continue recording tomorrow and can't be a tour guide." Xiaobao apologized.
"It's okay, it's okay!" The young lady waved her hands quickly: "There has already been a scandal. If it is photographed again, I won't be able to explain it clearly."
"Oh, yes, we just received news from the company. We have released a video at noon to prove that we are cooperating. Don't put too much pressure on us." There were some words Xiaobao didn't say.
Some employees in the company group intercepted some messages.
"Oh, why is it fake? I'm so disappointed."
"It doesn't matter if Xiaobao can fall in love for a while. Meet more girls and grow up."
"Zhang Bichen is pretty good. Older girls can take care of others. Brother Xiaobao also needs someone to take care of him."
"I know this girl. She is very quiet and has no scandals. She is suitable."
"My feelings are a bit complicated. I hope it's true, but I don't want him to fall in love."
These words are not suitable to be said in front of a young lady. Moreover, after Liu Minghua said it, the other company did not seem to intend to clarify it immediately. They also suggested that before the album is released, the two of them should be photographed "occasionally".
Liu Minghua is naturally unwilling.
Qin Xiaobao has real talent and learning. There is no need to rely on hype to gain attention, so he decisively refuses.
"The main reason is that I have to trouble you in the future!"
It’s true that the song recording is over, but the promotion hasn’t started yet. As a duet song, “Liangliang” must be sung on the show.
You need to pay extra for kiwi fruit.
If an artist has a new album, TV series, movie or other work that needs to be promoted on the show, the announcement fee is not much. It is just a symbolic transportation fee, which is not as good as a special guest.
Asking Zhang Bichen for help is a debt of gratitude. Although the other party can gain something from this, it cannot be calculated in this way.
After all, he is a celebrity and a famous singer. He comes to help me but he still has to pay for his own air tickets and book his own room. It doesn’t make sense.
So we finally agreed on a fee, and if we participate in the program promotion together, we have to pay per view, which is not much, just to express our sincerity.
Zhang Bichen didn't want to accept it, so he had to give it to her.
If things can be solved with money, try not to owe favors.
Of course, if the two people cooperated very happily this time and became friends, then it would be a different matter if there is another opportunity in the future. There are countless similar things in the circle.
"It doesn't matter. My next job is also very simple. It's a theme song for a TV series. I don't need to write a song. I have plenty of time. Just send me a WeChat message in advance."
"Okay, okay!"
After chatting for a while, the young lady stood up to say goodbye, and Xiaobao was just sent to the door.
"Hey," Xiang Yang ran out of nowhere: "This young lady is quite nice. Do you have any thoughts?"
"It's hard to say, we just met her, but it's quite relaxing to chat with her." Xiaobao told the truth.
"That's not bad. Don't be reserved and take the initiative." The big dog encouraged him.
"You think I am you," Xiaobao glanced at him sideways: "The love at first sight is definitely gone. I'm not sure what will happen in the future. Take your time."
"You have to take the initiative when you see a good girl. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at her!" Xiang Yang reminded: "Especially one who is so beautiful, quiet, and not frivolous. She is very suitable for you."
"You don't have to worry about it, I'll take care of it myself." Xiaobao stretched his waist and said, "What, do you want to act?"
"Huh? You changed the topic a little abruptly. What role should I play?"
"My MV, are you interested?"
"You don't want to act yourself?" Xiangyang sat much closer.
"I'm tired and don't want to act. I want to use ancient costumes to express "The Love of My Life". Have you ever worn Hanfu or similar costumes?"
"Hey, you have found the right person. I look so handsome in ancient costume," Xiang Yang was very excited: "Is there a heroine?"
"Yes, but instead of inviting celebrities, just go to the drama school to find a handsome college student. It's better to be able to dance and save some money." Xiaobao thought for a while: "I will write the script when I go back tonight. If you want to act
, go take some photos first and let me see."
"But, I can't act." Xiangyang knows that the MV is very important. Although he has thoughts in his heart, he doesn't want to say that the quality is affected because of himself.
"It's okay, the MV is not that difficult. Let the director teach you when the time comes and give it a try first."
"Sure!" Xiang Yang didn't object: "Let's go, I'll take you home."
"Walk."
Qin Xiaobao got up, and after making an appointment with Teacher Zhou and others for the recording time tomorrow, they went upstairs and drove away directly.
After just walking for a while, Xiang Yang looked in the rearview mirror: "Something seems wrong."
"What's wrong?" Xiaobao didn't know why.
"Look at the Toyota car behind, the license plate is 5457. It has been following it for a long time." Xiang Yang said, "And I remember that when I parked outside the recording studio just now, this car was there."
"Maybe it's a coincidence. Why are you following us? Is it a spy movie?" Xiaobao disagreed and thought he was overthinking.
"No, it's not normal for reporters to follow you. You will know after I do a test."
Xiangyang was going straight, but after looking at every car on the side, he turned on the turn signal and changed to the right-turn route.
"Um?!"
Xiaobao was shocked, he really followed him, didn't he?
"Look at my intuition." Xiang Yang was somewhat proud.
"Maybe it's a coincidence?"
"Simple, don't move in the car later, watch me."
As Xiang Yang drove, he looked around again and again. He drove for a few minutes and then pulled over and stopped.
"I'm going to buy two bottles of water. Please pay attention and check the situation."
"Okay!" Xiaobao also found it interesting.
Bang, the car door closed, Xiang Yang walked straight to the small shop, Qin Xiaobao looked at the rearview mirror on the right.
Damn it!
They actually stopped on the side of the road less than ten meters away.
Moreover, no one got out of the car, and you could vaguely see figures moving around inside, holding something in their hands.
He can't really be a reporter, what is he doing?
He reacted immediately and understood.
There must be a reporter who was determined to find out the location of the recording studio and took secret photos because he thought there was something fishy between him and Zhang Bichen.
Xiang Yang came back quickly: "How was it?"
"It should be a reporter." Xiaobao did not deny it, because his car started and followed him: "No, we are being followed, and Zhang Bichen is probably being chased by someone too."
"Call and ask."
"Okay!" Xiaobao didn't think much and didn't notice the evil smile on Xiangyang's face, so he dialed the young lady's number.
"Huh?!" A nice voice came, not saying hello. Come to think of it, Zhang Bichen was probably wondering why Qin Xiaobao would call after they separated.
"Then what, where are you now?"
"Me?" The young lady paused: "I'm shopping with my assistant, looking for a place to eat. What's wrong?"
"Is he coming?"
"Freeze said."
"Then do you want to touch up your makeup?"
"Hey, did I wear makeup?"
"I want some more lip gloss."
"Oh, I drank too much water before."
Before Xiaobao could answer, he heard the conversation between her and her assistant.
"It's like this," he pretended not to hear: "I noticed that a reporter was following you, probably because of the photo taken yesterday. I suspect that someone is following you, so I'd like to remind you."
"No way, I didn't pay attention!"
Then there was another murmur, and I guess I knew the young lady and the assistant were talking, but I couldn't hear what was being said specifically.
"It seems like it's true. What should I do? What should I do?" The young lady suddenly panicked.
"If you are just shopping and eating, don't worry about them. Just take photos if you want. I guess you want to see if we will secretly go on a date or something."
"Oh, right!" The young lady let out a long breath: "Then I won't care about him?"
"Well, never mind."
"Well...is there anything else?"
"Gone!"
"goodbye?"
"goodbye!"
After putting down the phone, Xiang Yang suddenly beat his chest and stamped his feet.
"What are you doing?" Qin Xiaobao looked at him strangely.
"I'm anxious, I'm depressed, I'm aggrieved! Don't ask why, I don't want to talk for the time being."