Han Jue in his previous life also watched "Singer", and he also saw something in a little while.

He found that the biggest enemy of all singers is the audience's aesthetics. The biggest challenge is to overcome aesthetic fatigue.

Basically, whoever knows the moves and prepares more weapons will survive longer.

This stage is cruel. Singers who have been eliminated usually receive the comfort of "You are already great", but the meaning of this sentence is "You are not the best".

Han Jue was not very worried about Zhang Yiman. He was sure that Zhang Yiman would not be able to play for one round.

Because Zhang Yiman sang live competitions, she could win by timbre. Her innate conditions were really good. The three-dimensionality of the voice and the transparency of the resonance would definitely arouse the audience's praise and amazement as soon as she opened her mouth.

The audience at the scene is different every time, and every audience will be moved by Zhang Yiman's voice for the first time. They are obsessed with Zhang Yiman's voice when voting.

But God will not only favor one person. When facing those Tianci voices who have been tested by the market, Zhang Yiman cannot say that they will be stable. When the audience votes, they face several unforgettable voices, fame, and feelings. These factors will prompt the audience to vote for famous singers who are more emotionally "closed".

Therefore, the selection of songs is very important for Zhang Yiman.

When you ask Han Jue to invite her to song, you can add points to her fresh works and offset the feelings of her senior singers.

Of course, all the above are what Han Jue thought.

As for whether Zhang Yiman had the same plan, he came to him to invite him to ge... Han Jue shook his head and put aside this unrealistic idea.

"Hiss~ I have to thank you for what you meant?" Han Jue took a breath of cold words and persuaded her, and looked as if she admired her to death. Han Jue took a breath and said in shock.

"Hehe, I don't want you to give me a discount, you just need to write me a super nice song." Zhang Yiman was immersed in his intelligence and thoughtfully told Han Jue not to be too polite.

Han Jue shook his body and gave up the issue of arguing about who makes money and who loses.

If the object of ridicule and irony is a person who lacks logic and emotional intelligence, then the person who speaks must be mentally prepared to play the piano against a cow, do useless work, or even be misinterpreted by one hundred and eighty degrees.

So Han Jue calmed down for a moment, not planning to bother him if he was really grateful. He asked, "Do your agent know that you are asking me for songs?"

"Sister Qin knows it." Zhang Yiman nodded.

Then this is a formal invitation song. It has to be tailored. This tests the professional level of a creator. After all, only the songs written for himself may be able to sing. If you write songs for others, you will be really good at professional quality. Singers and writers who were famous in their previous lives have more or less created lyrics or songs for other singers.

Zhang Yiman came to ask him to ask him to play the music for the club. This is because he trusted Han Jue and a kind of trust in Han Jue's creative ability. Han Jue also planned to be busy with the stupid girl.

Although the silly girl seemed very stupid just now, Han Jue felt that she wanted to help Han Jue make singing popular.

Zhang Yiman has been using her way to help Han Jue.

Han Jue began to analyze to Zhang Yiman: "You have to sing your own song when you play the show, then you have to prepare a song with more tension. "Your Eyes" is not suitable."

"Yeah!" Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue and nodded vigorously, his eyes lit up.

"What type of song are you good at? Rock? Jazz? Pop? Folk? Psychedelic?"

"Everyone is good at it." Zhang Yiman thought for a while and said.

"Which type do you like?"

"I like it all." Zhang Yiman laughed.

Han Jue rolled his eyes.

Well, I can't talk anymore.

Han Jue can't make a hodgepodge for her.

"I'll write it out first, and then you can see if you can sing it." Han Jue said helplessly.

"Can I still choose? Does it mean there are several songs? Oh, uncle, your songs are so good, what if I like them all?" Zhang Yiman seemed to have seen dozens of good songs placed in front of her for her to choose, and she said in pain.

Even if this is a saying to praise Han Jue, Han Jue did not intend to give an unnecessary explanation. He pondered and began to think about which song to make.

"I have it!" Zhang Yiman suddenly slapped the table and said, "I thought of it! Uncle! If there are too many good songs, then I will pick one first. You can sing the other songs by yourself and post them online. After you finish singing, I will sing it on stage. This way, it will be considered a cover!"

“???”

Han Jue looked question-marked. Didn’t he say that one is good? Why did the workload suddenly increase several times? When did he promise to write several songs?

"Well, listen to me. The later the songs are selected, the more important it is to choose songs. They are all of the same kind of songs, and the audience is prone to getting tired of listening. Don't be upset, be good, you can't just decide on the songs." Han Jue advised Zhang Yiman to calm down.

"This question is simple. Uncle, you can make one rock song, and one jazz song, popular, um... three songs are good. Then folk songs, oh, you have sang folk songs, and the audience will not get tired of it in several styles!" After Zhang Yiman said that, he took a sip of water with pleasure, and admired herself so much.

"This, you have to ask your agent. Your company won't let you make such a mess, haha, cough." Han Jue said with a dry smile. He even choked after the last [Haha] didn't laugh well.

From an objective perspective, Zhang Yiman's operation is really feasible, but the premise is that the most important part is not a problem - the quality of the songs provided by Han Jue cannot be held back.

On the stage of "Singer", the more you go, the more you test the song selection, because all the singing styles are thoroughly understood and the audience understands what kind of singer you are. You must constantly show new things to the audience on site and the audience in front of the TV. This way you can maintain a sense of freshness and make the audience always look forward to you.

A sense of existence is also very important. Some singers have not left any impression in the public's mind after participating in "Singer", and singing in the competition is also an optional background board. And some people, even if they only go up one or two songs, they will rise up after singing, and become very popular.

If Zhang Yiman could show a different style of music on the stage, and take out different weapons to break the audience's prejudice and stereotypes of young, beautiful vases and competitions in the backstage, allowing her to show her personal excellent musical taste, and then show her good intentions in treating her works in the camera outside the stage.

Appearance, strength, and variety show appeal. When Zhang Yiman, who has gathered these three things, is promoted through the top platform "Singer", it would be strange if he doesn't become popular.

There is only one problem now.

All this is based on the premise that there is no problem with the works produced by Han Jue.

It's one and a half months before this year's end.

However, Han Jue's small goal is still far away.

There are 71 movies left and have not read, 40 novels left and 7 comics left and have not finished.

Han Jue really felt that time was too late!

Although Han Jue planned to help, he did not intend to sacrifice himself for others so much. He decided to reason with Zhang Yiman.

One song is OK, at most two songs. If he can't achieve his small goal, something terrible will happen.

Han Jue said: "Teacher Zhang, this is true, I have..."

"Those songs can be included in an album. Sister Qin said, "Uncle, your song is between 20,000 and 50,000. Uncle, I'll wait and ask Sister Qin to help you see if you can add 100,000 yuan per song!" Zhang Yiman waved his fist, without any temperament to lead the party.

Han Jue put down his hand under the table and pinched his thighs, turned his back to say what he wanted to say.

"I have... a steady stream of inspiration. Looking for me, the cost-effectiveness is absolutely high, so it's right." After saying that, Han Jue rubbed his temples seriously, pretending that he couldn't stop it even if he came.

It doesn’t take a song of 100,000. If he can talk about a song of 50,000, he can pay off the loan. At that time, the sea is wide and the fish leaps, and the sky is high and the birds are still flying.

For small goals, it’s better to give way to the ultimate goal, no hurry, no hurry.

Han Jue comforted himself, anyway, he was just a transfer station for some songs, and he didn't need to make them perfectly, arrange them, or something, just hand them over to professionals in this world, and he couldn't spend much effort.

In fact, after Han Jue came into contact with this industry, he found that for creators, the importance of arrangement is much greater than what people understand. Some songs can even be resurrected by arrangement alone.

When a person does not create himself, that person can stand at the top of aesthetics and point fingers at all creators. But after a long time, people can easily become narrow-minded, so when Han Jue starts to personally operate and produce music, write songs, and arrange music, he can realize the excellence of singers and music in this world.

Although this Chinese is full of heavy lyrics than heavy music, and although it is full of a large number of homogeneous and routine works, there are still people who really make music.

But his battlefield is not in music.

After doing this, he felt that he could watch a large number of excellent film and television works, and then inspire inspiration, devote himself to writing without being restricted, and satisfy his desire for expression. It is the most enjoyable thing to achieve a balance between input and output.

That wonderful world is waiting for him to come to an end and take risks in person.

"Dingling~"

Whose phone rang?

"Dingling~"

The phone rang for a long time but no one picked it up. Everyone looked at Han Jue, and Xia Yuan also looked up at Han Jue.

"Uncle, your phone rings." Zhang Yiman reminded, pulling Han Jue back to reality from his fantasy.

"Oh, I understand." Han Jue took out his cell phone calmly, as if he was deliberately not in a hurry to answer.

Everyone's eyes dispersed.

Pick up your phone and take a look.

The caller was a stranger's number without notes.

Han Jue walked out of the recording studio with his cell phone, and the phone was still ringing patiently.

"Hey, hello." Han Jue spoke.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no voice on the other side.

Did you call the wrong one? Or telecommunications fraud?

Han Jue took it down and found that he was in a call state, but the other party just had no sound.

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, the phone came with a very familiar voice that he hadn't heard a few times but felt:

"Ahan. I am Xiaoxi...I'm back home."
Chapter completed!