Early the next morning, Xiang Ailan took Wang Fan to the provincial TV station and found the column group of the campus singing competition for the first time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After meeting, Wang Fan didn't say anything, and directly put the manuscript he had driven out overnight in front of them.

Thinking of their ambiguous reply last night, Wang Fan felt funny, didn't he just want to see the quality of the song? Brother satisfies you.

As for whether they will agree to their request, Wang Fan believes that as long as they want to become an instant hit, they will categorically not refuse themselves.

On the column group's side, of course, there are also music producers, maybe they can't make classic songs, but if they want to identify the quality of a song, they still have the ability.

Admittedly, when they first called Ailan back, they were somewhat disdainful in their hearts. You must know that the one they took out from the provincial station was selected from thousands of songs.

The reason why I agreed to Wang Fan to write a song was just because it was difficult to refuse. Unexpectedly, they really took it seriously.

Not only did he take it seriously, but he actually made such a request. If it weren't for the fact that Wang Fan was brought out by his own column group, I'm afraid they would have gone away a long time ago.

Wan Fei, as a senior musician in the industry, has been engaged in the music industry for 25 years.

It is undeniable that he does appreciate the young child in front of him, but how good can the quality of a song written in just one night be?

In his opinion, the column team called him here today to simply waste his time.

"Believe in Yourself"!

Well, the name is good, but I don't know what the quality of the song itself is.

Wan Fei took the manuscript and browsed it nonchalantly.

It's just that the more I look at it, the more incredible it becomes. Gradually, he followed the tune he had composed above, humming intermittently:

"How many times did I sweat like rain

Pain filled the memory

Just because always believe

To fight to win

Always inspiring yourself

To succeed, you have to work hard

The blood is boiling in the arena

Giants rise in the east

…………………………”

This......

Wan Fei hummed more and more surprised! What kind of middle school student can write this? It's simply better than Shen Feng, a songwriter in the industry.

"What's wrong, Xiaofei? Is there anything wrong with this song? Fang Mao, deputy director of the provincial station next to him, asked curiously.

Although Fang Mao is only a deputy director, he is the second-in-command of Provincial Taiwan Satellite TV, and whether Wang Fan's songs can be adopted in the end is up to him.

"Questions? It's not just a problem, it's a big problem. Wan Fei said excitedly.

Seeing Wan Fei so excited, Fang Mao shrugged his shoulders towards Xiang Ailan, and said helplessly: "Old classmate, you also heard, it's not that I don't help, it's really ...... Next time we have the chance, let's work together! ”

Unexpectedly, Fang Mao was actually a classmate with Xiang Ailan, and, listening to his tone, it seemed that this invitation was not proposed by them, but unilaterally asked Ailan for their help.

This, why didn't Uncle Xiang tell the truth to himself? Otherwise, I wouldn't have made any stupid requests. It's a shame that he thinks that the province really values his talent!

It seems that he is still too self-righteous. It's right to think about it, there are many talents in China, and how many people can really show their talents?

Although he thinks that his foundation is strong enough, if there is no backstage, why should others use your songs?

Since ancient times, China has been a society that pays attention to human feelings.

Uncle Xiang, everything you did for me, I remember it in my heart. Wang Fan clenched his fists under the table, secretly swearing in his heart.

"No, no, you misunderstood me. I mean, as the theme song for the college entrance examination, this song is simply perfect. The question I am talking about is just to sigh about Xiaofan's creative talent. Hearing that Fang Mao had misunderstood what he meant, Wan Fei hurriedly explained.

"What, are you sure?" It's not that he doesn't believe in Wan Fei's ability, it's just that the contrast between before and after is too great, and Fang Mao can't accept it all of a sudden.

"Of course! Although I can't write such a song, please don't doubt my ability to judge songs. Obviously, Fang Mao's words hurt Wan Fei's self-esteem.

"No, it's not! Wan Fei, you should know that I didn't mean that. Fang Mao hurriedly explained.

It's not just because of Wan Fei's identity, but that Wan Fei has been his friend for many years. To be honest, a senior music producer like Wan Fei was able to act as a music producer in this small competition, which really gave Fang Mao a lot of face.

Wan Fei nodded, silent and did not speak. I don't know if he was angry or immersed in Wang Fan's song.

Seeing Wan Fei like this, Fang Mao couldn't help but smile bitterly, and asked softly, "Wan Fei, what do you think of Xiao Fan's song?" Which one is more suitable than the one we chose earlier? ”

"Nonsense, of course this one! The song we chose earlier is a world difference compared to this song. Wan Fei Zhengse.

However, listening to the tone of Wan Fei's words, it was obvious that there was still a lot of dissatisfaction with Fang Mao's questioning just now.

"I'm optimistic about this song, if we publicize it in place, Xiaofan's song will resound all over the country." Wan Fei gave great affirmation to the song written by Wang Fan.

"In that case, then I won't say much. Xiaofan's song, our provincial Taiwan has been decided. It's just about Wu Jie, but it's a little troublesome. Fang Mao frowned and said embarrassedly.

Don't you ignore us? Isn't that questioning my abilities?

Now know the classic of this song!

Although Wang Fan had some opinions about Fang Mao and Wan Fei, he was not stupid enough to refuse them. After all, people are provincial, and they have no foundation now, and if they want to play tricks on their heads, they will only suffer from themselves.

What's more, if you don't agree with your temperament, won't Uncle Xiang's intentions be in vain?

"Teacher Wan, as the author of this song, do I have the right to decide who will sing it?" Wang Fan didn't take over Fang Mao's topic, but said to Wan Fei on the side.

Of course, Wan Fei knew what Wang Fan wanted to express and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't open his mouth, and hesitated for a long time before nodding yes.

As a person with a good work ethic, he really can't say anything that goes against his conscience.

"I am very grateful that the province can give me this opportunity this time. It's just that there are some things that I have to stick to my bottom line, so please forgive me for my difficulties. Wang Fan said firmly.

Having said this, Wan Fei couldn't help but look at Wang Fan twice, but he didn't expect that a child who has not grown up will actually understand that there must be a bottom line in life. To be honest, he was quite surprised.

Back then, when he was his age, the most I was probably reading dead books! How can you understand what the bottom line is not the bottom line.