Just after a short moment of hesitation, Peng Xiangming decided to throw another sum of money.

It's a matter of success or failure, especially since his identity is just a junior in the directing department, and his identity in music is really unconvincing, so he must record this sample well.

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

This is not a matter of eight thousand, which determines whether the first shot of one's opening can be fired.

Du Pengfei directly suggested that Zhao Mingfang could help introduce people, basically no one would push these odd jobs to make pocket money!

Peng Xiangming was as good as a stream, made a phone call, and called Qi Yuan and Zhao Mingfang back again.

At this point, he simply let it go out and asked Zhao Mingfang to contact a baritone classmate who studied bel canto, and quickly negotiated the price on the phone, 1,000 yuan.

On the female voice's side, Peng Xiangming asked Zhao Mingfang to try her throat, and directly ordered her.

The score was given out directly, and Zhao Mingfang got a single sample of odd jobs so easily.

Of course, if you go with the market, you have to give her a thousand dollars.

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 changed and became a producer.

Of course, he soon knew that the two thousand yuan was not unjust at all.

A professional is a professional.

The singer has just gotten the score, and he is very raw, so the two of them have to practice singing separately first.

The plan is that the boys will record first, and the baritone classmate will simply go behind the glass wall and start practicing the song over and over again, without recording, just listening to it with his ears, as soon as the rich baritone comes out, Peng Xiangming knows: This voice is stable!

Although there must still be a big gap with the masterful expression of the original singer, that gap is far lower than the gap between himself and the other party - it is still the same sentence, professional is professional.

After a while, Qi Yuan threw Zhao Mingfang outside, slipped back by himself, and listened to the baritone classmate practicing behind the glass wall with a shocked face, listened for a long time, tilted his head, and looked at Peng Xiangming.

At first, Peng Xiangming's attention was on the voice, and after a while, he tilted his head, leaned sideways, and didn't look at her, but suddenly spoke, saying, "Do you suddenly feel that I'm pretty awesome?"

Qi Yuan rarely didn't refute, but just asked, "You wrote it?"

"I'm going to write this wherever I'm so good! I'm going to write it anywhere! It's all created by other masters, and I'll copy it if I stuff it in my head." ”

"Phew! Don't bring such shamelessness, and boast about yourself. ”

............

The time spent on the money always passed particularly quickly.

Even looking for someone to add others, all kinds of delays, Peng Xiangming seemed to see the banknotes flying away from his pocket like water.

But fortunately, Du Pengfei was quite reasonable, and took the initiative to say that he would come back after eating at noon, so he would not rest, and he would continue to work to snatch the time back.

After practicing for more than an hour, the baritone classmates were basically half-baked, and finally they were able to sing continuously.

At this time, Peng Xiangming, the producer, began to come out.

Not to mention, with the original singer as the foundation and frame of reference, even in the face of professional bel canto, Peng Xiangming actually feels that there is a lot to say and guide.

The feeling of bel canto should be a little thinner.

Don't bite the word so crisply, bite the word, every sound has to walk on the word, you can't rely on the drag.

What is this called? It can probably be called the prefix, belly, and ending?

The pronunciation has to be stretched out, and every word is opened.

"Come, you listen to me sing, my vocal skills are very poor, you just listen to the meaning of my singing, right or wrong... Head...... Empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times...... Do you feel it? I want this!"

If the baritone student has an understanding, after all, he is a professional learner of this, and every time he listens to the instruction, he has improved, so he is getting closer and closer to the singing method of the original song.

Of course, there must still be a lot worse in terms of temperament.

But for the sample who is responsible for displaying the lyrics and songs of a song in the ordinary sense, it is impossible to require the singer to reach a particularly mellow and full degree - even if the technology, hardware, and everything is up to standard, to reach that level, it must be practiced over and over again to produce the best results.

A lot of details have to be picked out little by little.

To do that, you don't have enough to give a thousand dollars.

Seeing that there was still half an hour before twelve o'clock, the baritone classmate of this song could finally catch it, so he began to try to record it.

Recorded several times in a row, in fact, Peng Xiangming felt that he had fully met his requirements, at this time Du Pengfei suggested that it was better to use the time after lunch to let the female voice try the sound, guide and correct it, and wait until four o'clock in the evening, they will record separately, and the effect will probably be better.

Peng Xiangming readily agreed.

So they ate.

Peng Xiangming insisted on inviting guests and called everyone, but he didn't go to the restaurant outside, on the second floor of the school cafeteria of the Conservatory of Music, he asked for a few stir-fried dishes, all of which were vegetarian dishes, not spicy or salty, with a little meat.

During the meal, whether it was Du Pengfei, Zhao Mingfang, or the baritone classmates who did not deserve their names, they all paid great attention to the origin of these two songs, and when they heard that these two songs were actually written by Peng Xiangming, a junior student who studied directing, they were amazed, and even the attitude was visible to the naked eye.

Qi Yuan said unusually little, just in the middle of the vegetables, and kept turning his head to glance at Peng Xiangming.

After lunch, everyone went back to the recording studio together.

Qi Yuan actually followed, and he had no intention of leaving.

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

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

The original Aunt Mao's voice and singing skills, that is a god, has always been known to be able to save the existence of the composer, ordinary songs, let her sing, that is a proper central set of eight o'clock historical drama atmosphere.

(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" and compare them.) And you must know that at that time in 17 years, Aunt Mao was no longer at her peak, and her age was there. ）

Of course, it is just a small sample, and Peng Xiangming cannot ask others to reach too high a standard.

So, he thought about it, and from the perspective of a layman who had heard the original song, he began to subtract Zhao Mingfang: Relax, remove all the professional skills, your foundation is there, relax and sing!

It doesn't matter what nationality or popularity!

The voice is a little back, and I want that vicissitudes of atmosphere!

Whoever will rise or fall, ah, ah, put it flat, lean back, be weaker, and be angry! It should be called the sound of breath, right? I'm a layman! You will understand, you will understand! Prosperity and decline are not founded, where...... See what I mean?

I don't know if Peng Xiangming's expression skills are too good, or the girl is too smart and has too strong comprehension ability, in short, he is guiding and guiding, Zhao Mingfang is really singing better and better.

For a moment, Peng Xiangming felt in a trance: The job of supervising may really be quite suitable for him!

............

I didn't take a break at noon, and after rehearsing this and that, everyone was busy together.

tossed until half past seven in the evening, and it was already dark outside, and finally recorded a version that Peng Xiangming was particularly satisfied with - I have to say that everyone's cooperation is quite good.

The time must have been exceeded, but Du Pengfei did not show any intention of asking for more money, and the two singers did not complain at all.

Du Pengfei was better, and the baritone classmate even directly proposed to invite everyone to have dinner together, which was very bright, "Today, I heard two such awesome songs, it doesn't matter if the money is not money, I borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and I will take out all the 1,000 yuan recording fee given by Brother Peng, let's eat!"

How can this be true?

In the end, Peng Xiangming insisted that he must invite this meal, otherwise they would withdraw directly.

The other party didn't continue to insist, it seems that he just wanted to find an opportunity to make more contact and shorten the distance between them. Therefore, as long as Peng Xiangming agrees to have another meal together, he will have reached his goal.

On the road outside the gate of the Conservatory of Music, the baritone student led the way, plus Zhao Jianyuan, who came to pick up people, everyone went in together and asked for a small private room, and the baritone student was responsible for ordering a few of the specialties here, and asked for two cases of beer - the work was done, of course, you could drink some wine or something in the evening.

Although he is also studying vocal music, Zhao Mingfang insists on not drinking a drop of alcohol, but the baritone classmate is particularly heroic and repeatedly picks up the cup and invites him to drink - by the way, the author finally decided to give him a name, Fu Qiang.

When the wine was half-drunk, Du Pengfei said: "Lao Peng's two songs are really well written, and they feel very positive! Hey, Lao Peng, I think about your lyrics, you can't be a song written for "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", right? I heard that someone has been filming this TV series recently? Is it a song that people invited you?"

As soon as he asked this, Fu Qiang and Zhao Mingfang's eyes immediately lit up, staring directly at Peng Xiangming.

It can be seen that no one is a fool.

The lyrics of these two songs are quite clear, the male voice sings the opening words in the book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and the lyrics of the song sung by the female voice are also obviously with a historical style.

Of course, it will make people reverie.

Peng Xiangming hurriedly waved his hand, "No, no, don't get me wrong! I'm not qualified to let people invite people to sing! I don't have to have it with the crew, but I'll give it a try!"

When several people heard this, they showed a sudden look at the same time.

That's enough to reveal a lot!

Although it is not an invitation song, the goal is still very clear and directly points to that TV series.

Baritone classmate Fu Qiang said at the time: "I think these two songs are really well written, and the iron is suitable for the atmosphere of the Three Kingdoms!

Peng Xiangming smiled and waved his hand again and again.

Fu Qiang said again: "Although I don't sing too well, but now I can be regarded as the first to sing! Brother Peng, seriously, if someone really chooses it when the time comes, you see, can you let me try to sing again?"

Zhao Mingfang's eyes blinked, adding firewood to the side, "Yes, give me a chance! You are the author, you must have the right to make this suggestion, you usually give more guidance and guidance, maybe we will sing the most appropriate?"

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

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

That's a ...... In a trance, Peng Xiangming thought: No wonder everyone likes power! How much power is this, it may be a suggestion, let them have the opportunity to go over and audition, saying that elimination is just a matter of words, but for them, it is a dream opportunity!

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

But, wait!

I'm nothing myself!

Although if you find the right way, you should have a lot of hope, after all, the work is really hard enough, but this kind of thing, where is absolutely sure?

Besides, even if it is selected by other producers, and the theme song and ending song are won, how many cents can it have to do with a plagiarist like himself?

To put it bluntly, it is used to make money, become famous, and go out of the way!

Don't pretend to be forced!

Not yours!

What's more, even if they are selected, they let themselves be the producers, and the selection of people or anything is all up to them, and it is impossible for them to choose the two of them who are singing today!

Then you have to find someone of a higher rank to sing, right?

So...... You're a flutter!

I can't accept anything, don't pretend, keep a low profile, and take down the producer first!

He picked up his wine glass and grinned, "Don't hold me, I know how many pounds and taels I have." I really have a little idea, writing and playing, or that sentence, I don't hide it from you, I will definitely try to submit a manuscript, but I don't have the slightest certainty, so yes, let's drink now, the cooperation is very pleasant, everyone is tired of the day, drinking,! I keep everyone's contact information, if ...... I mean, if I can really have a good luck in the future, if I have a chance, I will definitely not forget everyone, okay? Come on, do it!"

Everyone agreed.

Although he didn't make any actual promises, he was open and honest enough.

Even Zhao Mingfang, after hesitating, snatched the bottom of a cup from Qi Yuan's hand, signaled, and drank.

Everyone laughed when they saw this, thinking that this girl was very good at doing things.

Peng Xiangming also smiled and glanced at Zhao Jianyuan.

Zhao Jianyuan put down the wine glass and was peeling the fish, the two of them looked at each other, he put down the chopsticks, got up and went to the toilet.

............

Zhao Jianyuan didn't expect to drink here at night, so he came by car, and he definitely couldn't drive back now, so he left the car here and the three of them took a taxi back together.

All three were full of alcohol, but they were clearly not drunk.

Halfway through, the driver actually wanted to make a detour, but Qi Yuan was still sitting in the front co-pilot, and before the driver turned the corner, she directly poked it, "Don't give money for the detour! Don't think we're drunk! I'm familiar with the road!"

When she got out of the car at the gate of the film academy, the girl patted the roof of the car and tore it with someone for a long time, but in the end she gave five yuan less, the driver didn't admit his mistake but admitted it, and drove away.

Zhao Jianyuan laughed at her: "Five yuan, why bother!

Qi Yuan almost blew up his hair on the spot, borrowed some wine, and was a little furious, "Do I care about the five yuan? No matter how poor I am, will I lack the five yuan? What annoys me is that these guys want to trick you a little bit when they seize the opportunity! My aunt and grandmother just want to tell them with practical actions: Don't try to cheat me! I'm fine!"

Zhao Jianyuan smiled and ignored her.

Peng Xiangming stretched out his arms, hugged one in one hand, and pressed the fire as he entered the school gate, "Okay, okay, you're fine! I know you're fine, it's not the first time for the driver, you forgive others!"

The girl's anger died down slightly.

She is like this, along the donkey, not stubble, but along with the stubble.

It is very well-behaved and can be very well-behaved, and people know how to advance and retreat, and the stubble will definitely be fried.

All the way to the bottom of the girl's building, everyone said goodbye, and the girl suddenly ran back, very quietly, touched her shoulder, and asked: "Hey, Peng Xiangming, it really took you two days to write those two songs?"

"Of course not! I have already written it, and the score is hidden in Lao Guo's hot water bottle, you don't know!"

The girl glared: "Is there a truth?"

Peng Xiangming spread his hands and pretended to be forced, "Otherwise, someone wrote it, regardless of fame and fortune, and gave it to me?"

Zhao Jianyuan smiled again.

The girl pouted, "Virtue! Don't be stinky and beautiful! If I turn around and choose the submission, I want to have a big meal!"

"Hehe, okay! If you choose, let's have a big meal!"

This time I was happy, shook my head, and ran back.

Ponytail flying.