Chuncheng University is very strict with the management of this professional recording studio, and after Shen Qing found the management teacher to explain the situation, Ao Chuan paid a deposit of 500 yuan, and the management teacher contacted the professional recording instructor for him.

Ao Chuan asked Shen Qing again to know that it turned out that the fees here were divided into two payments, one was the equipment use fee, and the other was the recording production fee.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the recording teacher surnamed Feng came. In his thirties, he has curly hair in a shawl, an uninhibited white and blue denim suit, a golden scream-like skull in the middle of the lining, and a round bright silver single ring on his left ear that is unusually conspicuous.

This outfit is also avant-garde, isn't he? He's a teacher?

If this appearance appeared at the door of the East China Sea Internet café, Ao Chuan would definitely think that there was a ruffian again.

However, as soon as this teacher Feng spoke, he was a very nice baritone, his tone was soothing and peaceful, and his demeanor was also polite, which formed a strong contrast with his appearance.

"The production cost starts at 500 yuan, which rises and falls according to the specific situation, excluding the equipment use fee. After listening to Ao Chuan's request, Teacher Feng said very simply.

Most of the students came here on their own whims, made up a minor tune, and wanted to get an accompaniment to sing and engrave a plate, give it to the girlfriend of the female classmate, and show off the ticket. So he didn't pay attention to it from the beginning.

"Okay, then it's hard for Mr. Feng. "Ao Chuan didn't have any nonsense.

He didn't understand the industry, but looking at the careful appearance of the management teacher from beginning to end, he could deduce that the equipment he rented should be very high-end and expensive.

Then, when the management teacher faced Teacher Feng, who was dressed in an alternative way, not only did he not have a little contempt and boredom in his eyes, but he looked very respectful. This can almost prove Mr. Feng's professional status.

And five hundred yuan, for Boss Ao, who has 25,000 bottoms in his pocket, this is not a problem.

Both sides were surprised by each other's crispness, and there was a momentary collision of eyes.

"This is Senior Brother Feng of our college, and it has been many years since he graduated. I've heard that the pillars of many bars and nightclubs in Spring City think they are disciples of Senior Brother Feng. If you can ask him to guide you personally, no matter how bad the original song is, the finished song will be too substandard. At least, Tsing Yi won't laugh at you. During the preparation of the equipment, Ye Wan quietly introduced to Ao Chuan.

Ao Chuan's first two sentences are very relieved, but the last two sentences are very heartwarming.

"Listening to Wan'er, my mood is very conflicted, I don't know whether I should be happy or cry. ”

Shen Qing leaned over and chuckled, "Don't be nervous, I'm still very confident in your songs." After speaking, she immediately turned her head to Ye Wan with an exaggerated expression of distress, and sighed: "I'm really not good at using lies to comfort others. ”

Ye Wan covered her small mouth, and her beautiful eyes bent into a crescent moon.

Before the official recording began, Mr. Feng gave Ao Chuan a guitar and asked the latter to sing the original song sample first. said that he wanted to have a comprehensive understanding and judgment of the song first, and then consider how to accentuate it and what special effects to add.

In fact, Mr. Feng's real intention was to see if Ao Chuan's song was worth recording.

If the song is really not good, he will personally go into battle and help Ao Chuan with the "overhaul" from beginning to end. And if this classmate is willing to spend money, he can even help him simply "help" him create a poem that can be heard, and then sign the other party's name.

Ao Chuan took the guitar and moved a stool for himself, with his right leg on his left leg.

Ye Wan and Shen Qing both looked at him with a smile, with expressions that I can stand if you play.

And Mr. Feng was very serious, looking at the guitar intently, and he attached great importance to it.

But with Ao Chuan's rich experience in his previous life, it can be seen that Mr. Feng is clearly distracted. Even if you play "Two Tigers" by yourself now, at least the first few sentences of Mr. Feng will not blink.

After trying the strings and slowly playing a beautiful prelude, Ao Chuan tuned his performance state:

In my bosom, in thy eyes,

There the spring breeze is intoxicating, and the grass is green there.

The moonlight sprinkled love all over the lake,

……

That's right, it's Li Jian's "On the Shore of Lake Baikal"!

100% copy of the original song, 95% pasting of the original words. From beginning to end, Ao Chuan did not have the slightest shyness, the slightest guilt, the slightest self-blame, the plagiarism of the red fruit, and the take-it-or-leave-it-ism of the green fruit.

What is plagiarism, I've been reborn, who am I going to reason with?

Before, the reason why Ao Chuan gave the same familiar "Zebra, Zebra" to Tang Zhang, there is another reason why the title of the song matches the nickname of Ban Zhuoma, and another reason is also very important, that is, the young Ao Chuan's voice is not hoarse enough to sing the vicissitudes of the original song.

And the song "On the Shore of Lake Baikal" is almost tailor-made for Ao Chuan's voice, and it is the song he sang best in his previous life and imitated the original song the most.

Before the prelude was played, Mr. Feng's eyes had a charm, and when Ao Chuan began to sing, Mr. Feng's mouth was open.

The little eyes were so surprised that they looked incredulously at the boy in front of him who was playing in a half-intoxicated way.

In this life, this time is too little.

Not enough to prove the deep affection of melting snow and ice.

……

Ye Wan, who was sitting next to her, seemed to be taken to a paradise by the song, and any hustle and bustle outside was isolated, only the peace in the depths of her heart. In the song, Ye Wan seems to have found the kind of voice that she has always longed for that can resonate with the bottom of her heart, with affection and a little sentimentality.

She looked at Ao Chuan quietly, and even forgot to cheer and praise.

At the end of the song, Ao Chuan swept the strings.

Shen Qingru woke up from her dream, she looked at Ao Chuan a little confused: "You just said that this song is called "South Lakeside"? Is the night in South Lake so beautiful? I must find time to see it." ”

"The full name is 'South Lakeside, To Tsing Yi'," Ao Chuan corrected.

"You wrote this song alone, it's amazing!" Mr. Feng took off his denim jacket and threw it on the back of his chair. Gear up and get ready to do a big job.

"You must be a freshman at our art academy, I didn't have an impression of you before. Otherwise, with such a classic song, how could I not have an impression of you! You will definitely be the brightest new star of our academy. Talent, no, you've only been here for a few months and listened to a few lessons, you should be a genius!"

Only professionals can find the value of this song better.

"I'm a freshman majoring in business management on the South Campus, and Mr. Feng probably hasn't seen me. ”

"Administrative Major?"

Teacher Feng's mouth could almost be stuffed into Ye Wan's little fist, and he was very puzzled: "You have such a good musical talent, how can you apply for a management major?

"Your guitar playing is very proficient, but there are still a lot of things that need to be corrected. The voice is very suitable for this song, and the singing technique is good, but from a professional point of view, there is still a lot of potential for improvement. However, "Mr. Feng's voice is getting higher and higher: "You can be called perfect in the compilation of this song, the lyrics, and artistic conception are ...... Perfect!

What Mr. Feng said later was very professional terms, and Ao Chuan didn't understand it.

"I'm just playing, Mr. Feng, you have a good reputation. "Ao Chuan is not a professional, I really don't know how to be humble for Li Jian.