"Maybe it's too hasty," Wen Zheng paused and couldn't help laughing, "But as long as the words can be used, if you don't have paper and pen, recording can also be done."
Director Yang obviously sighed softly.
At this moment, she even complained about Zhang Lin.
There is no comparison between Wen Zheng and the composer Mr. Xu. How can such a frizzy person produce good lyrics?
If I hadn't really had no other choice, I wouldn't have made an appointment with a young man like him.
The style of "Water Margin" suited the passion of a young man like him, but how could he, a young man in his early twenties, write the only two-way love scene in "Journey to the West"?
Today’s love songs all like to talk about love and love.
If what he writes is only of this level, not to mention not worthy of the scene, it is simply an insult to the music that has been written.
Thinking of this, Director Yang already blamed Zhang Lin for being unreliable and for seeking medical treatment in a hurry.
After a brief inner struggle, she finally relaxed.
For Zhang Lin's sake, he was relieved.
She said: "Okay, then you can talk about it on the phone first. If it doesn't work, we can change it slowly."
Wen Zheng smiled knowingly when he heard this.
If it doesn’t work, change it again?
This is obviously not wanted.
No matter, the atmosphere has been heightened to this point, it is important to resolve the matter quickly, otherwise Zhao Qiuxing should wait in a hurry.
He coughed twice and said slowly: "The words are as follows, please listen to them first.
Mandarin ducks and butterflies fly together, and the spring scenery in the garden is intoxicating."
As soon as the first two sentences came out, Director Yang, who already had a sense of the scene, couldn't help but interject: "You just came up with this?"
Wen Zheng was speechless and said: "Director Yang, please don't interrupt. I'll run out of inspiration later, or I'll forget. What should I do?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please continue."
Director Yang's voice was filled with unbearable joy.
Wen Zheng smacked his lips and continued: "Quietly asked the holy monk, is my daughter beautiful? Is my daughter beautiful? What about royal power and wealth? What are you afraid of and the rules and regulations?"
Hearing this, Director Yang couldn't help but exclaimed again: "Is this a word you wrote?! You have a very tricky angle in solving problems!"
Wen Zheng remained silent.
Director Yang immediately realized what was wrong with him, and then smiled awkwardly and said: "You continue."
Wen Zheng opened his mouth again and said: "I only wish that I can be with the one I love forever. I love you, I love you, and I hope you will always be with me in this life."
Director Yang waited for a long time before he saw Wen Zheng before speaking again.
Then she asked cautiously: "Is it gone, or is there no inspiration?"
"That's it, it just matches that melody."
Wen Zheng warned and added, "Let's call it Daughter's Love. What do you think?"
"Daughterly love? Good, good, good!"
Director Yang no longer knew how to express his feelings at the moment.
This word was written so deeply that it touched her heart!
Wen Zheng was able to think of how to interpret this emotion from the perspective of the King of the Daughter Kingdom, especially the sentence "quietly asking the holy monk" and the questions that followed, which express the mood of the King of the Daughter Kingdom so vividly.
"Director Yang, are you satisfied with this word?"
"Satisfied, satisfied, the writing is very good. Director Zhang called you a genius. It turned out to be true when I saw you today!"
"As long as the words can be used, I'm a professional at filling in omissions, hahaha. So that's it for now?"
Director Yang heard what Wen Zheng was about to hang up the phone, so he quickly agreed: "Okay, okay, you go ahead first. I have to see you later. Are you really smart? Otherwise, how could you have such a great talent?"
!”
hang up the phone.
Director Yang was about to find a pen and paper to write this paragraph down when he suddenly remembered something and his whole face turned red.
She quickly took out her cell phone and dialed Wen Zheng again.
"Wen Zheng, it's me. I was so happy just now that I forgot to talk to you about the remuneration. You see, it's just like leaving without paying for something. Don't mind it.
, I was careless."
Wen Zheng couldn't help but smile and said: "If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have noticed it yet. As for the money...well, it's only two hundred thousand."
"ah?"
Director Yang was a little confused.
As far as she knew, although Wen Zheng only received a few hundred thousand for the soundtrack to "Water Margin", the crew also provided a character and a lot of good-quality porcelain.
Moreover, she also heard that Wen Zheng writes advertising songs for people, and each song costs hundreds or even tens of millions.
Even if he was just writing lyrics, even if it was for Director Zhang's sake, he couldn't accept only 200,000 yuan.
Calculated this way, the price per word is ridiculously low.
Wen Zheng seemed to have known that she wouldn't believe it, so he took the initiative to explain: "I won't be lenient in earning money from entrepreneurs. But this is a national project, and we are all our own people, so it's okay if you mean it, otherwise I won't feel guilty.
"
Director Yang opened his mouth, as if he really couldn't argue.
"We are all our own people, I like to hear that," she said hesitantly, "Then... how about leaving a role for you?"
After Wen Zheng refused again, Director Yang said solemnly: "You kid can handle it! I've made a note of this, and we'll talk about it later when we meet. I won't delay your business anymore."
"okay!"
Wen Zheng hung up the phone with a smile and knocked on the door of Zhao Qiuxing's office again.
"Enter!"
Zhao Qiuxing responded without raising his head.
Seeing that the person coming was Wen Zheng, he quickly stood up and said with a smile: "I knew you wanted to find me. But I have to say the ugly things first. Don't talk to me about the singing competition. This is the boss's wish."
Wen Zheng closed the door casually, stepped forward to smoke a cigarette, and sat down on the sofa.
He smiled and said: "I'm too lazy to take care of all those intrigues and intrigues! I'm here to discuss with you that I plan to release ten phenomenal hits, and you can give me my advice."
"Ten songs?!"
Zhao Qiuxing was stunned, "Are you sure you want to release ten songs at once?!"
"I didn't sing it," Wen Zheng said, handing over the information in his hand, "The list, lyrics and music are all here, take a look first. In fact, it is not difficult for these songs to become Internet hits, but whether they can stand the test of time or not,
I can’t guarantee this.”
Zhao Qiuxing was flipping through the information, and when he heard Wen Zheng's words, he couldn't help but frown and said: "In my opinion, it's pretty good. Although the overall quality is not as good as your previous songs, no matter the lyrics or music, it's still very bright.
As long as you find the right people and keep up with the marketing and publicity methods, there is no problem that these songs will become an instant hit. Are you sure you want to give them to others?"
Wen Zheng smiled and nodded.
Zhao Qiuxing put down the information and said with a smile: "You still said that you are too lazy to take care of these nonsense. Now your true colors are exposed?"
Seeing that Wen Zheng was just smoking without any intention of speaking, he continued: "The company has been in trouble recently and needs something exciting. You came out with these ten songs at the right time, which can solve my urgent need. Wait for it.
We’ll have a meeting later to study how to put it in place.”
"As for your share of the copyright fee, I'll give you two options, either buy it for a lump sum of two million, or turn around and get a share."
Wen Zheng knocked the ashes from his cigarette and said seriously: "You won't lose money?"
Zhao Qiuxing chuckled and said, "I'm not as good as you when it comes to music, but I still know more than you about how to make money. If one of these ten songs earns more than 100 million, I won't lose anything! What's more, if the singer
How about becoming famous because of this?"
"It's a fixed price."
Wen Zheng is not very enthusiastic about making money.
After replying, he couldn't help but ask: "I heard that Zhao Lei has terminated his contract? What happened? I was planning to take care of him, why did he leave without saying hello?"
Zhao Qiuxing took a deep drag on his cigarette and sneered: "What a fool! We raised a white-eyed wolf. He let Feifan Entertainment pry him away!"
"Huh? Let Feifan Entertainment pry it away?"
"It's not surprising. In the business world, no one has any tricks. I can only say that the other party is superior."
Zhao Qiuxing sighed, holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking confused, "I just can't figure it out. Feifei Entertainment would rather pay liquidated damages than take people away, but Zhao Lei is obviously not worth the price. Could it be that Zhao Lei actually has great potential, and we are here
Did you make a mistake on this point?"
"Ouch! I'm afraid something bad is going to happen!"
Wen Zheng suddenly woke up.
When Zhao Lei came to see him the day before, he said some vague words, but he didn't pay much attention to them because he was busy at the time.
Now that he thinks about Zhao Lei's sudden termination of the contract and his departure from Feifei Entertainment, and now thinking about what Zhao Lei said yesterday, it really makes him feel that there must be something fishy about this matter.
But the question is, what leverage do I have that makes me worthy of Feihua Entertainment poaching people at all costs?