Wen Zheng pushed the door open and saw that Nuo Da's conference room was already packed with people.
Lin Qingge smiled and explained: "This is the music director of our company's Yuanlang Music Platform, Wen Zheng. This soundtrack project was initiated by him, and he will explain the details to everyone."
Wen Zheng asked quietly: "What's the situation now? I heard that some people don't give up for five pecks of rice?"
"Some of these people participated in the accompaniment of the last sea and sky, and they all know how good you are. However, among the traditional musicians who were invited temporarily, some people seem to have some opinions on you. Anyway, I haven't said what kind of music it is for. You can explain it yourself.
Bar."
Lin Qingge answered quickly.
Wen Zheng glanced at the crowd in the conference room, bowed first, and said: "The invitation was a little hasty, and I ask for your forgiveness, seniors."
The conference room was silent.
Wen Zheng continued: "The TV series soundtrack project I just took on has to deliver the finished product tomorrow morning, so everyone has to work hard overtime. If you are inconvenienced, please let me know in advance."
"Hmph! The soundtrack project I just took on? Are you planning to let us stay up all night composing the music with you? If that's the case, I won't let you accompany me."
A middle-aged man with gray hair said dissatisfied.
Wen Zheng said with a smile: "Who are you?"
The middle-aged man didn't answer.
Lin Qingge whispered: "Qi Zhan, the tenth descendant of my country's famous suona family, is the best suona performer in the country."
Wen Zheng nodded, turned to look at the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "Teacher Qi, I have the score in my heart, and it won't take long to write it down. Please bear with me."
"What do you think? Haha... A little kid who plays pop music is starting to harm traditional music? This is the last piece of pure land in the music scene of our Dragon Kingdom, and there is no room for a popular star like you to tarnish it! I think..."
Before Qi Zhan finished speaking, Lin Qingge coughed lightly and interrupted: "I know that staying up late to record has brought a lot of inconvenience to everyone, but there is nothing we can do about it. I hope everyone will give my old man a face and give Yueyin Records a face."
Both the face and the reward are easy to talk about."
Qi Zhan naturally knew the significance of the existence of Yueyin Records, not to mention that the old man of the Lin family was still in office. When he saw Lin Qingge talking about this, he could only temporarily suppress his prejudice against Wen Zheng in his heart.
Inside the recording studio.
Wen Zheng was hurriedly writing at his desk. Before everyone could adjust what he had in hand, the theme song of Water Margin had appeared completely on the paper.
He is also professional in copying homework.
Zhao Qiuxing stared at Wen Zheng with a monster-like look. After taking the sheet music and reading it once, he couldn't help but move forward and asked: "You won't take over the job in Water Margin, right? I heard that their crew is working on it."
I’m worried about the soundtrack, the style of this song suits them very well.”
Wen Zheng just smiled and motioned for him to quickly organize people to start recording.
Soon, the folk music bosses who saw the score all looked at Wen Zheng. Some people couldn't help shouting: "Do you have any research on folk music? This is obviously a folk song tune."
"Hiss...the use of this rest symbol is...very bold."
One of the erhu players was muttering and couldn't help but start practicing. Seeing this, the other musicians began to get familiar with each other.
After a few minutes, exclamations arose from all over.
"He is very skilled in the use of traditional musical instruments. Although the melody is simple, when paired with our traditional music and folk songs, the effect is so amazing!"
"Hey! I didn't expect our traditional music to have such an opportunity to show its face. This young man can do it."
"Not only is it possible, the lyrics are also handled very well. If I have a job like this again in the future, as long as I don't stay up late, I will do the music for free."
"He is young and hides his secrets, but this boy can achieve great things."
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Qi Zhan's eyes flickered back and forth between Wen Zheng and the music score, but the surprise in his eyes still could not conceal his prejudice and jealousy.
In his opinion, he is the tenth generation descendant of the Suona family. Whether it is pop or rock, can it be comparable to our traditional music? Why is a young man with a "criminal record" so highly regarded and practicing hard on his own?
The suona, which has been around for more than thirty years, is now unrivaled in the world. Why should it be called upon by two young people?
Forget about the girl from the Lin family, you Wen Zheng are just a freeloader. Without the girl from the Lin family, you are nothing!
Half an hour later, night fell.
Everyone in the recording studio was very busy. In addition to the exciting music itself, more importantly, this was the first time in their memory that folk music was paired with Western orchestral music, and folk music still dominated.
Everyone has gradually come to believe that statement: Wen Zheng is the light of hope in the music scene of Dragon Kingdom!
However, after the recording of the theme song and the ending song was completed, Qi Zhan looked at the twenty-one soundtrack tracks that Wen Zheng took out. Although they were all about one minute, and there were many repetitions, the soundtracks were indeed different.
It's simple, especially the suona part, which is simply amazing.
When Qi Zhan thought of this, he felt inexplicably unhappy and shouted without thinking: "Let's talk about it after a break. I'll record two songs in a row. My old bones can't handle it anymore."
"How dare you talk about being old at such a young age?"
The old man playing the erhu joked, then stretched and said, "I didn't feel tired at first, but after you said that, I actually feel tired."
Zhao Qiuxing also calmed down from his feverish mood and quickly told everyone to take a rest.
Lin Qingge was still in the company. Seeing everyone resting, he sent someone to bring hot tea and snacks. He was about to go to Wen Zheng to ask when it would be over, but Qi Zhan had an inexplicable attack again.
"What kind of tea is this? I want to drink Pu'er!"
Everyone turned to look, wondering what kind of nerve he had. This was obviously a good Longjing, why couldn't he drink it?
Lin Qingge frowned, but didn't say anything. She just asked her assistant to go to her office to get her collection.
Everyone drank Pu'er, which is worth tens of thousands per gram, and talked about the joy of participating in the soundtrack today and Wen Zheng's terrifying musical talent, while Qi Zhan's face became increasingly ugly.
He listened to everyone's unstinting praise for Wen Zheng, and then thought about how he, a great master, was being manipulated here, even treated equally, and the nameless fire in his heart was completely ignited.
"Everyone, I'm a little sleepy, take my leave."
Qi Zhan said casually, turned around and walked out.
Everyone looked confused. The oldest old man quickly put down his erhu, stood up and said, "Qi family boy, what will we do if you leave? Without the suona, where can we find it in the middle of the night?"
When Qi Zhan heard this, a trace of pride and joy flashed in his heart, but he still said: "I'm really sorry, I really have to go home. As for what to do, haha... isn't there Wen Zheng."
Everyone knows the teasing meaning in his words.
"stop!"
Wen Zheng shouted loudly. Seeing that Qi Zhan really turned around, he said in a deep voice: "Outside, I respectfully call you senior, but in this recording studio, your identity is just a musician who needs to listen to the conductor. I hope you have some
Responsibility.”
"Haha, what kind of score are you putting in front of me? I won't record it if I tell you not to record it. Can't you be patient? You can do it yourself."
Qi Zhan glanced at Wen Zheng, whose face was ashen, sneered, and left in a swaggering manner.
Jealousy has changed him beyond recognition.
A large group of people stared blankly, and all looked at Wen Zheng in unison. The suona in the soundtrack was indispensable. The cola player has left, what should I do?
Many people have already started to pack their things and prepare to leave.
Zhao Qiuxing came closer and asked tentatively: "How about I take over? Although I'm not that professional, I have practiced for a few years."
Wen Zheng looked around at the masters of traditional Chinese music, then looked at Zhao Qiuxing, slowly shook his head and said: "Here are top players in erhu, gongs and drums, and the suona is the next protagonist. Most people may not be able to hear anything, but for
For a real master...you should understand. This time, I want to make the score as perfect as I can. I'm sorry."
Zhao Qiuxing nodded in agreement.
He knows his own level. If he is not good at suona, experts can easily hear the difference between him and other musicians, which will affect the quality of the entire work.
"Good boy! I like your serious energy!"
Old Mo, who played the erhu, stood up, looked around, and then said, "I see, I'm the oldest here, so I might as well rely on my old age for a while. I won't leave here until I finish recording this soundtrack. I hope everyone
Everyone can stay. If anyone wants to be as petty as that guy with the surname Qi, without any structure or sense of responsibility, don’t blame the old man for turning against him!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the masters of traditional Chinese music responded one after another, and the other musicians naturally did not dare to show any intention of retreating due to their dignity.
"I, Wen Zheng, have taken note of your kindness. Everyone, take a rest first while I think of a solution."
Wen Zheng cupped his fists in greeting.
The team united again, but it was a fact that they were missing a suona player. Where could they find one in the middle of the night?
The problem once again fell on Wen Zheng and Lin Qingge.
Lin Qingge didn't say a word from beginning to end, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold.