After just a little hesitation, Peng Xiangming decided to spend another sum of money.

It is related to success or failure, especially since your identity is just a junior in the director department. He really lacks persuasion in his identity as a music, so he must record this sample.

Be as professional as possible, and the probability of successfully convincing the crew is undoubtedly greater.

This is not a matter of 10,000, it determines whether his first shot can be fired.

Du Pengfei directly suggested that Zhao Mingfang could help introduce the person. Basically, no one would recommend these small jobs, so he would make pocket money!

Peng Xiangming followed the good deeds and called Qi Yuan and Zhao Mingfang back.

At this point, I simply took the initiative and asked Zhao Mingfang to contact a baritone student who studied bel canto, and soon negotiated the price on the phone, one thousand yuan.

On the female voice, Peng Xiangming asked Zhao Mingfang to try her voice and directly decided to her.

The score was given directly, and Zhao Mingfang easily got a small job of recording samples.

Of course, she had to be given one thousand dollars when she was in the market.

Twenty minutes later, the baritone classmate rushed over, gave the money and handed over the score.

The money was spent like this, but Peng Xiangming also transformed himself into a producer.

Of course, he soon knew that the two thousand dollars spent was not unfair at all.

Professional is professional.

The singer just got the score and was very young. The two of them had to practice singing first.

The plan was for the boy to record it first, so the baritone student simply entered behind the glass wall and started practicing songs over and over again, without recording. Just by listening to the thick baritone, Peng Xiangming knew: This voice is stable!

Although there must be a big gap with the original singer's master-level expression, that gap is far lower than the gap between you and the other party - the same sentence, professional is professional.

After a while, Qi Yuan threw Zhao Mingfang outside and slipped back by himself. He also listened to his baritone classmate practicing singing behind the glass wall with shock. After listening for a while, he tilted his head and looked at Peng Xiangming.

At first, Peng Xiangming's attention was on the sound. After a while, he tilted his head and turned his body to the side. He didn't look at her. He just suddenly spoke and said, "Do you suddenly think that I'm pretty awesome?"

It was rare that Qi Yuan did not refute, but just asked: "What did you write?"

"I'm not that good at me, I'll write this! Where can I write it! This is all created by a master, and it's stuffed into my head, so I'll copy it."

"Bah! I don't show off such shamelessness, I even praised myself."

…………

The time spent on money always passes very quickly.

Even after finding someone and others, Peng Xiangming felt like he could see the banknotes flying away from his pocket like flowing water.

Fortunately, Du Pengfei was quite reasonable and took the initiative to say that he would come back after lunch and would not rest. He worked one after another and took back the time.

After practicing for more than an hour, the baritone classmates basically did not know each other half well, and at least they could sing it together.

At this time, the producer Peng Xiangming began to take action.

Not to mention, with the original singer's foundation and reference system, even when facing professional bel canto, Peng Xiangming actually felt that there were many things to say and guide.

The feeling of bel canto should be thinner.

Don’t pronounce the characters so brittle. If you bite the characters, you have to walk on the characters and don’t rely on dragging them.

What is this called? It can probably be called the beginning, the belly, and the end of the character?

The pronunciation is stretched out, and every word is stretched out.

"Come on, listen to me, my voice skills are very poor. Just listen to what I sing, right and wrong, success or failure... Head... empty, green mountains are still there, the sunset is red several times... Do you feel it? I want this!"

The baritone students seemed to have some understanding. After all, they were studying this professionally. Every time they listened to the guidance, they improved, so they became closer and closer to the original singing style.

Of course, the aura is definitely much worse.

But for the ordinary little examples responsible for displaying the lyrics and songs of a song, it is impossible to require the singer to reach a particularly harmonious and full level - even if the technology, hardware and other standards meet the standards, to reach that level, it must be practiced over and over again to achieve the best results.

Many details must be cut out bit by bit.

To do that, it is not enough for you to give one thousand dollars.

It was already half an hour before twelve o'clock, and the baritone classmate could catch this song at least, so he started to try recording it.

After recording several times, Peng Xiangming felt that he had fully met his requirements. At this time, Du Pengfei suggested that it would be better to use the time after lunch to let the female voice try it out and guide the correction. After four o'clock in the evening, they would record it separately, and the effect would probably be better.

Peng Xiangming agreed happily.

So I had a meal.

Peng Xiangming insisted on treating the guests and called everyone, but he didn't go to the restaurant outside. He just ordered a few small stir-fries on the second floor of the school restaurant of the Conservatory of Music, all of which were vegetarian dishes, neither spicy nor salty, and a little meaty.

During the meal, both Du Pengfei, Zhao Mingfang, and baritone classmates who were not worthy of their names were very concerned about the origin of these two songs. When they heard these two songs, they were actually written by a junior student like Peng Xiangming, they were amazed, and even their attitude was visible to the naked eye.

Qi Yuan said nothing unusual, but he kept turning his head to glance at Peng Xiangming in the middle of picking up the food.

After lunch, everyone returned to the recording studio together.

Qi Yuan actually followed him, and had no intention of leaving at all.

Zhao Mingfang's major is national singing, but when she gave the score in the morning, Peng Xiangming asked that she must use popular singing to sing the song "Sky of History".

As a result, after dinner, she returned to the recording studio. As soon as she opened her voice, she sang clearly a little cumbersome.

How amazing is the original Aunt Mao’s voice and singing skills. She has always been a person who claims to be able to save the composition. If she sings an ordinary song, it will be the grand style of a central set of eight o’clock historical dramas.

(PS: If you don’t believe it, you can go to Hu Ge’s version and Aunt Mao’s version of “When the Wind Rises” to compare and listen. And you should know that at that time in 2017, Aunt Mao was no longer in her peak period, and she was still old.)

Of course, just a small example, Peng Xiangming couldn't ask others to reach too high a level.

So, after thinking about it, standing from the perspective of an outsider who had heard the original singer, he began to subtract Zhao Mingfang: relax, remove all the professional skills, and your foundation is there, relax singing!

Don’t worry about the ethnic group or the popular ones!

The sound is a little further back, and it is a vicissitudes of vicissitudes and grandeur!

Who decides the rise and fall of the world? Ah, let it go flat, lean back, weaker, the sound of the air! It should be called the sound of the air? I am a layman! You just understand it, the meaning! Is there no basis for the prosperity and decline? What... Do you understand what I mean?

I don’t know if Peng Xiangming’s ability to express himself is too good, or if the girl is too smart and has a strong ability to comprehend. In short, as he guided him, Zhao Mingfang really got better and better.

For a moment, Peng Xiangming felt in a daze: The production work may be really suitable for him!

…………

There was no rest at noon. After rehearsing this and that, everyone was busy together.

I kept going until 7:30 in the evening. The sky outside was already dark, so I finally recorded versions that made Peng Xiangming particularly satisfied. I have to say that everyone’s cooperation is quite good.

The time must have exceeded it, but Du Pengfei did not show any intention of asking for additional money, and neither of the singers complained at all. When the recording was finished, everyone proposed to add Peng Xiangming's WeChat.

Du Pengfei was better, and the baritone classmate even asked to invite everyone to have dinner together, which was very bright. "Today, I heard two such awesome songs. It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. I borrowed the flowers to offer Buddha. I took out all the recording fees given by Brother Peng, and let's have a meal!"

How can this make sense?

Finally, Peng Xiangming insisted that he had to invite this meal, otherwise they would just withdraw.

The other party did not continue to persist. It seemed that he just wanted to find an opportunity to contact each other more and narrow the distance between them. So, as long as Peng Xiangming agreed to have another meal together, he would achieve his goal.

On the road outside the gate of the Conservatory of Music, the baritone classmate led the way, and Zhao Jianyuan, who came to pick up the people, went in together and asked for a small private room. The baritone classmate was responsible for ordering a few special dishes here and ordered two boxes of beer. The work had been done, so of course he could drink some wine or something tonight.

Although they both studied vocal music, Zhao Mingfang insisted on not drinking, but the baritone classmate was very proud to hold up the cups and invite them to drink. By the way, the author finally decided to give him a name, Fu Qiang.

Halfway through the drinks, Du Pengfei said: "These two songs of Lao Peng are written very well, and they feel very positive! Hey, Lao Peng, I think about the lyrics of you. You are not a song written for "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", right? I heard that someone is filming this TV series recently? Did they invite you to the song?"

As soon as he asked, Fu Qiang and Zhao Mingfang's eyes immediately lit up, and they stared at Peng Xiangming with a straight look.

It can be seen that no one is a fool.

The lyrics of these two songs are quite clear. The male voice sang the opening lyrics in the book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and the lyrics of the song sang by the female voice are obviously full of historical style.

Of course it will be inspiring.

Peng Xiangming quickly waved his hand, "No, no! Don't get me wrong! I don't have the right to invite others to sing! It's purely my favorite, and I just write it casually because of my feelings. The crew doesn't have to, but I will give it a try!"

When several people heard this, they looked like they were suddenly enlightened.

This is enough to reveal a lot of information!

Although it is not an invitation song, the goal is still particularly clear and directed to that TV series.

Baritone classmate Fu Qiang said at the time: "I think these two songs are really well written, and they are suitable for the atmosphere of the Three Kingdoms! Hey, Brother Peng, I guess, as long as you contribute, you will definitely choose it!"

Peng Xiangming laughed and waved his hands repeatedly.

Fu Qiang said again: "Although I didn't sing very well, I'm still the number one now! Brother Peng, be serious, if someone really chooses it, look, can I try it out?"

Zhao Mingfang blinked and added fireworks beside her, "Yes, give me a chance! You are the author and you must have the right to suggest this. If you guide and guide more often, maybe we will sing the most appropriate thing?"

"Yes, yes! Brother Peng, you must take more care of us!"

Fu Qiang immediately took it, and the two formed an alliance in an instant without communication.

This is really... In a daze, Peng Xiangming thought: No wonder everyone likes power! How much power is this? Maybe it's just a suggestion to give them the opportunity to go over and try it. It's just a matter of elimination, but for them, it's a great opportunity I've always dreamed of!

I have to say that this feeling of being held and begging is really...

But, slow down!

I'm not nothing myself!
To be continued...