The next morning, Luo Li came to the Huangdao Road store. Etiquette teacher Shen Xing and dance teacher Fang Wen had already arrived at the store. These days, he was hurrying to provide etiquette training and dance training to the waiters in the store.

Seeing Luo Li coming, Shen Xing greeted Luo Li gracefully. He was worthy of being an etiquette. Every move was elegant and just right. Although he was in his forties, this elegant demeanor gave her countless points.

Fang Wen was teaching employees to dance. Fang Wen, wearing a tight dance uniform, had a hot and sexy figure. She nodded at Luo Li, and only came over after teaching a complete move.

"Hello, Mr. Luo, you said yesterday..."

Luo Li smiled and took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Fang Wen, interrupting her: "Ms. Fang, you are from the art school. You should have a teacher who can arrange the music in your school. Please ask Ms. Fang to help me find a teacher to record this dance music. I will pay the corresponding reward. Then ask Ms. Fang to re-choreograph this dance music with the dubbing!"

Fang Wen took the paper full of music scores and lyrics from Luo Li curiously, but after just a look, she was speechless. This... She was in a flash of dark lines.

The lyrics on that piece of paper are...

"Brother, you have 400 kilograms of ducks sold in your hometown. Is it a waste of money?

Yes, Yes, Yes, I'm going to do it

The girl is tired, the girl is tired, the girl is tired, the girl is tired, the bill is paid here

Where is the car going?

You bought it all so stupid I'm so stupid

Dry ~ When flax is installed

Noma doesn't continue to drop on the card, it's more tired than it is

I didn't do it and I was tired of searching the chickens, so I went to jump.

Your mother was stumbled inside, ah~ah~ah~

Your mother was stumbled inside, ah~ah~ah~

....”

"puff!"

Fang Wen almost squirted out old blood. What a broken lyric, there is no logic or beauty at all, it is simply unbearable to look at it. Such lyrics can be found. She really wanted to ask Luo Li: "Brother, you are sure you are not crazy!"

This kind of lyrics can also be taken out. Fang Wen really wanted to tear the broken paper. She thought in an instant that it must be the other party teasing her. Is this trying to fuck her?

But if you want to make a girl, can you find a better reason? You can attract the attention of beautiful girls by making such a stupid song? This IQ is too urgent!

Fang Wen became speechless the more she looked at her. She looked up and down twice, but she couldn't find any logical connection from the lyrics.

It would be strange if she could understand it. Cli Cli was a song sung by Romanian singer Matteo in his previous life. He sang it in Romanian language. The lyrics written by Luo Li were used to find the lyrics transliterated by netizens in later generations with the "memory card". Can that thing be logical? Not to mention Fang Wen, even Luo Li doesn't understand what the lyrics are written!

Fang Wen held the paper and was speechless for a long time.

It was not until Luo Li spoke to her that she came to her senses. Fang Wen showed a uglier smile than crying: "Mr. Luo, are you sure you want to compile this into... song?"

"Is there any problem?" Luo Li asked.

"No problem, but...but this lyrics?" Fang Wen was speechless. Can she be more stupid? Just these lyrics can be sung by ghosts.

Luo Li had long guessed that Fang Wen would have this expression, and he was not surprised at all. He probably didn't have many people who had not been thundered in 1995.

However, we cannot only look at the surface, but the essence. When the sample comes out, there will be a different flavor. He firmly believes that this is a divine song verified by later generations. Although it appeared a little early, the value of this thing must not be ignored.

"Don't worry about the lyrics, it depends on the connotation. When the arrangement is made and the corresponding lyrics are followed, you will be able to understand the profound meaning of the lyrics!"

"..." Fang Wen was speechless.

"I hope Miss Fang will help me find the arrangement teacher as soon as possible, and at the same time, I will accompany this dance music with music. I want to hear the sample as soon as possible.

As for the cost is not a problem, if Ms. Fang can find someone to compile this song within three days and satisfy me, I will pay you 5,000 yuan in labor fees to express my gratitude!

In addition, I will pay him 20,000 yuan to the teacher who arranges and records, provided that his arrangement must satisfy me and meet the standards in my mind.”

As soon as Luo Li finished speaking, Fang Wen's eyes lit up instantly. Five thousand yuan was definitely a considerable income for a student like her. She was just a leash and a bridge to get the money. Although she was doubtful in her heart, is this rich second generation who had something to do with her? But at present, this unsightly rich second generation did not show anything, so Fang Wen put her heart down. Making money is the king. You have Zhang Liang's plan, and I have a ladder. This girl has always treated sugar-coated cannonballs by sugar-coated cannonballs. When the cannonballs are shot back, who is no exception.

"Then...Mr. Luo, I want to go back to school first and ask my teacher for help, here..."

Luo Li waved his hand and said, "You don't have to worry about it here, record this song as soon as possible."

With Luo Li's approval, Fang Wen immediately changed her clothes and left in a hurry.

Fang Wen is also a celebrity in the Art Academy. She has won awards in national dance competitions, so she is very well-known, dances well, is beautiful, has a good reputation in school, and has a very good relationship with the teachers in school.

The price given by Luo Li is not low. She went back to school and found her arrangement teacher Wu Xi, finished the matter, and then took out the paper full of music scores and lyrics given to her by Luo Li.

Wu Xi is nearly forty years old and is a professor in the music department of the art school. He has a resume studying abroad. He took Luo Li's music score, looked at it carefully, frowned, and then gently tapped his fingers on the table. After a while, he said, "This is reggae music.

It is one of Jamaican pop music. It combines the lyrical style of American rhythm and blues and adds the enthusiasm of Latin music. Whether it is solo or chorus, it is usually expressed in a chanting way. The main melody and rhythm are brought out by guitar, percussion instrument, electronic piano or other instruments, and electric bass accounts for a very important proportion!

The choreography of this kind of reggae music must be based on Latin dance to create a dance full of joy and sexy. It is very easy to dance and does not require the dancers and listeners to have special skills, but the rhythm is very light. I may help you write the songs, and the school band can also match them, but it takes time to get started.

Who gave you this song? This person has a very high musical attainment!"

Fang Wen didn't know how to answer Wu Xi. When Luo Li gave her, he did not explain who wrote the song. If it was written by Luo Li, he would not believe it even if he killed Fang Wen. It was not easy to make Wu Xi praise him. Wu Xi is one of the few foreign students in the school. He has eaten foreign ink and has a high level of music.

So Fang Wen doesn't think it was written by the rich second generation.

"In this way, call the author of this song. There are some details of the tune of this song. Although the lyrics are messy, the music should be in line with the style, just..."

Wu Xi shook his head. He looked speechless when he looked at the lyrics. Fortunately, he tried it and the lyrics were completely substituted. Although he didn't understand what the lyrics expressed, he was not responsible for the rest.

Luo Li didn't expect Fang Wen to call in the evening and said that her teacher wanted to discuss some details of the song with him.

When he arrived outside the music room of the art school, there was a clear rhythm music sounding inside. Although there was still some difference from the original flavor of the later generations of "Cli Cli", it was not much different.

Luo Li's eyes lit up. It seemed that the art school was really a place for crouching tigers and hidden dragons. After a whole afternoon of work, the prototype of this divine song came out.

Hearing the music inside sounded again, and then a girl dubbed it up.

"Brother, you have 400 kilograms of ducks sold in your hometown. Is it a waste of money?

Yes, Yes, Yes, I'm going to do it

The girl is tired, the girl is tired, the girl is tired, the girl is tired, the bill is paid here

Where is the car going?”

Luo Li closed his eyes and the girls' dancing postures appeared in his mind. Sure enough, the brainwashing level of the Divine Song is still so high, it seems that this Divine Song is about to be published.
Chapter completed!