Although Lao Tang has been staying in Zhao Pingye's small broken company in recent years, he has been in the music circle for more than 20 years and still knows musicians outside.

It turns out that yesterday, Zhao Pingye was thinking about how to solve the accompaniment of these three songs. Unexpectedly, as soon as he proposed it, Lao Tang swears to agree to the matter and goes out directly in the afternoon and comes back at almost ten o'clock the next morning.

He only threw a USB flash drive to Zhao Pingye, then chewed a few bites of steamed buns, and said that this must be recorded in the company's account, and then ran to his small folding bed and fell asleep.

Zhao Pingye smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, then connected the USB flash drive to the computer and clicked on the saved audio file.

The melodious music sounded quickly, and with the accompaniment, Song Qingci sang in a low voice, with a very charm.

The accompaniment of these three songs is almost the same as in previous lives, with drum beats and rhythms not at all.

Unexpectedly, Old Tang was indeed quite reliable in doing things.

Zhao Pingye took off the USB flash drive, turned to Song Qingci and said, "Okay, let's stop singing here, go to the recording studio."

Song Qingci was naturally excited and nodded quickly.

Walking into the recording studio, Zhao Chen said to Lao Tang who was lying on the folding bed: "Old Tang, why don't you sleep in a different place, we're going to sing."

Old Tang muttered vaguely, "Sing yours..."

"Okay, don't scold me when you are awakened."

With the accompaniment ready, Zhao Pingye turned to look at Song Qingci standing in front of the microphone, "Have you written down all the lyrics? Are you ready?"

Song Qingci took a deep breath, held the microphone in front of her with both hands, and nodded.

start!

The singing slowly fluttered in the recording studio, and Zhao Pingye closed his eyes and beat.

It is undeniable that Song Qingci has a good voice given to her by God, and these three songs were tailored for her, so the effect of the first trial was very good.

After listening to the song, Zhao Pingye gave Song Qingci a few things to pay attention to, and then began to ponder on how to take the next step.

Nowadays, many studios or independent musicians choose to upload their songs on well-known music software. The advantage of this approach is that it is cheap and does not require much cost.

But the disadvantages are also fatal. First, if you rely solely on "the smell of wine is not afraid of the deep alley" to attract traffic, the cycle will be too long and it is easy to see a situation where singers and artists are not popular. At that time, the situation of singers and artists will be very embarrassing.

What Zhao Pingye thought was to directly publish an album for Song Qingci and shoot another set of MVs, and ask the publisher to promote the release.

This is the roughest, most direct and best way.

However, after this process, the funds required are not a small amount, and they cannot be reduced without three to five million.

If a newcomer wants to become famous purely by talent, it is definitely a daydream. If he wants to enter this circle and become famous in one go, he will inevitably have strong support from capital.

What Zhao Pingye is thinking about now is how to get this large amount of starting funds. He can’t ask Liu Yiyun or his cheap father-in-law and mother-in-law to ask for money in this world, right?

And the two sides soon had nothing to do.

Just as he was thinking, the singing suddenly stopped. Zhao Pingye was stunned. He looked up at Song Qingci, and found that Song Qingci looked out the door.

Zhao Pingye turned around and saw a woman with sunglasses standing at the door.

It's Zhao Ya.

Giving Song Qingci a look, Zhao Pingye turned off the music, got up and walked towards Zhao Ya, "Here you come."

"Um……"

Zhao Ya took off her sunglasses and her eyes were slightly red.

Zhao Pingye raised his eyebrows slightly, "This is..."

"It's nothing, I feel so stupid." Zhao Ya replied: "I took a scruple after answering your call yesterday. At night, I overheard that bastard Feng Ping and his boss chat. I originally thought that the goddess of luck finally gave me an olive branch, but I didn't expect that I was about to jump into another fire pit."

"This company is hidden very deeply, and you can't blame you. It's better to avoid this kind of thing, there's no need to think about it."

Zhao Pingye brought her a glass of water and said, "Have you thought about it? I'll emphasize again that if you want to terminate the contract with my company, there is no need to pay a penalty."

Zhao Ya took a sip of water and looked up at Song Qingci in the recording studio.

Zhao Pingye said: "You should know Song Qingci."

"I signed with me, of course I know..." Zhao Ya took another sip of water and said after a while: "This song I just sang?"

"Original song, "Red Bean", if you're fine, sit down and listen to it and give some advice."

The music continues.

"Sometimes, sometimes, I would rather believe that everything is over, fate will be together, and sometimes, nothing will last forever..."

Listening to this song, Zhao Ya looked surprised and her eyes fluttered.

“This song…”

Zhao Pingye reached out and interrupted, "Don't worry, there are two songs next."

After listening to the next two songs, Zhao Ya looked extremely shocked. She was surprised when she listened to the first song, but she didn't expect that these three songs were of the same level.

What's going on? Why did this small company that was busy for a year and then almost closed for a year suddenly produce three top songs?

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

After listening to the three songs, Zhao Pingye said: "How is it? Do you have any suggestions?"

"The suggestion is nothing, I just want to ask, are these three songs... tailored for her?"

At this moment, Song Qingci came over and she politely said to Zhao Ya: "Hello Sister Zhao."

"Hello……"

Zhao Ya took a casual remark for a moment, then turned her eyes to Zhao Pingye.

Before Zhao Pingye could reply, Old Tang, who was not asleep, said impatiently: "Yes, yes, yes. These three songs should have been for Concubine Chen, but I didn't expect that Mr. Zhao was so kind and snatched them to Qingci."

Song Qingci blinked.

Zhao Ya looked at Zhao Pingye in surprise. She must have heard of Chen Mingfei, a woman who has become popular in recent years. She also knew that Zhao Pingye's wife was the boss of the number one entertainment company in Pingsha City today. It was largely because of this.

But what she didn't understand was whether what Lao Tang said was true or false. Logically speaking, Zhao Pingye was not qualified to snatch songs from Chen Mingfei to sing for Song Qingci, a fledgling little girl. But what she harder to understand was that these three songs were indeed very high-level. Not to mention Chen Mingfei, it seemed that the one who ranked first seemed to be able to sing.

"Don't listen to him nonsense, what's the point of robbing him or not."

Zhao Ya thought about it and suddenly said, "Is there any song of this level?"

Zhao Pingye looked at Zhao Ya, "Are you planning to stay?"

Zhao Ya's voice was very small, "If there were any songs of this level..."

Zhao Pingye understood what she meant and said, "Don't say so much, how are you in now?"

"What?"

"Go to the studio to sing a few songs, and at least you can hear how you are singing now."

Zhao Ya's singing style is close to popular rock, and her voice has great explosive power, but the only drawback is that her voice is not stable enough and not charming enough.

Her high notes can hit the listener's brain, but the bass sounds a bit ordinary.

In the living room, Lao Tang, Zhao Ya and Song Qingci were sitting. Lao Tang was smoking a cigarette, and Song Qingci was singing the three songs in a low voice, while Zhao Ya seemed a little nervous and couldn't sit down.

She turned her head and looked at Song Qingci, feeling that her voice was a little annoyed.

She couldn't help it anymore, she looked at Lao Tang and said, "Old Tang, Zhao Pingye can really write songs? How long has he been in?"

Old Tang said boredly: "How can I know? Just wait, what else can I do? Why don't we go to the recording studio to sing two songs?"

"Where do I have this idea now?"

"Then there is nothing I can do, I can only wait."

At this moment, he heard the sound of the door opening, Zhao Ya hurriedly raised her head, watched Zhao Pingye walk out of the office, and greeted him, "Okay?"

Zhao Pingye handed over a few pieces of paper and said, "It's almost the same, you can take a look."

"It's so good? Don't make some scammers to fool people!" Old Tang squatted out the cigarette butts and walked over quickly, "Show me."

Song Qingci, who had been immersed in his music world, also raised her head.

"Old Tang! I'll see first!"

"Look together!"

Lao Tang and Zhao Ya first looked at it half-believingly and hummed, and then their expressions gradually became solemn.

The two looked at each other, and then Old Tang said to Zhao Pingye: "You really wrote it?"

"If you want to change it."

"Really or not?"

Zhao Pingye took out the three songs before and came to Lao Tang. After all, Zhao Pingye stayed at home for a year, which could be written after the accumulation of this year.

Three more songs were taken out on this side, and he couldn't help but wonder if Zhao Pingye had secretly hacked the composer's computer and took out the music score that the other party had in the computer.

But this doesn't make sense. If the composer has these mature songs, why should he put them on the computer and why would he not sell them out for a good price?

Could it be that he really wrote it?

This has been too much precipitated, and the Yangtze River has settled into a plain.

The three songs written by Zhao Pingye are "Flying", "Our Love" and "Millennium Love". These three songs are relatively classic, have a good singing level, and are more in line with Zhao Ya.
Chapter completed!