In fact, Li Min's understanding of music has not reached any artistic level, and it is far inferior to his attainments in painting. All his music creations up to now are imitation and summarization, and he is good at summarizing the advantages of songs, and then understanding these advantages as his own advantages. And then use these advantages to make songs, yes, production, at this time, there is an essential difference between production and creation.

Li Min arrives at the studio, with only Ben and his brother Tom present. It's a strange pairing, Ben is black and Tom is white, yet they're brothers. Their parents divorced, and Ben's father married Tom's mother.

Most of the time, the two were in the studio. Tom is a computer technician and Ben is a rhythmian, a job that Li Min has never heard of before, but obviously Ben has a role to play in this team, otherwise the Americans wouldn't allow him to take that salary.

When Li Min arrived, the brothers were listening to something with their monitor headphones, threw the folder in front of Tom, and said in English, "Job, body!" ”

"Ahh Tom saw the sheet and scolded in disappointment. The first step in all studio work was him, and the first thing he had to do was get the notation on the sheet music into the computer, which was a boring and untechnical job that Tom kept complaining about wasting his musical talent.

"Look at the money!" Tom muttered, threw Li Min a piece of gum, and went to the computer with the score paper.

Li Min tossed the gum into his mouth, sat down next to Ben, and buckled Tom's monitor headphones. Sure enough, there was hip-hop music coming from the headphones, with a super sense of rhythm, a very nasal English accent, and a lot of rough words like "than eating".

Li Min took off his headphones and frowned: "In the United States, such a song can be published?" ”

"Of course not, dude!" Ben grinned and said, "But artists always have a way to make a disc like this, at the subway entrance in Los Angeles, for three dollars a piece." ”

"You like music like that?" Li Min asked, he had listened to a lot of black music, and in general, except for the lyrics, he liked it all.

"Of course, I like that. Remember my words, black artists will never release albums, and those who can do albums will be 'better than eating'" As he spoke, Ben took out a black disc with a capital A written on it from his pouch and handed it to Li Min.

"It's a gift, the work of a Black musician I admire the most." Ben said earnestly. "But he died, and while selling drugs, he was beaten flat with a baseball bat by a gang of addicts."

"Not good news."

"No, black musicians, that's how they die." After Ben said this, he patted Li Min on the shoulder and went to help his brother.

Li Min tossed the disc with a capital A into the disc player and listened to what Ben called pure black music. After only listening to it for three seconds, Li Min's face became very strange. He tossed the headphones and pulled out the big A disc and threw it directly on the back of Ben's head.

"You musician deserves to die!!"

“hey，dude！ Don't be racist! Ben screamed in protest as he rubbed his fingers together and motioned for his brother to hurry up and get the money. Tom took out two 50,000 won tickets from his pocket with an expression like a fly, and handed them to Ben.

“One，forme！” Li Min unceremoniously divided it in half, slapped Ben's bald head vigorously, and walked out of the recording studio.

"Hey, Man, it's just a joke! Oh, I see. You're still a virgin, aren't you? Ben shouted with a smile, and the only thing that responded to him was Li Min's "bang" of the door.

Out of the recording studio, Li Min's face was still feverish. Li Min can be sure that if there is a mirror in front of him now, what he sees must be a flushed face. What the damn nigga gave him was the work of a black musician, and it was clearly an X-rated film. That kind of indulgent voice, how can a twenty-five-year virgin like him stand it.

Yes, Li Min is still a virgin. Being friends with someone like Min Ho, he can still be a virgin until now, this thing itself is very incredible, but it happened so naturally. As a standard gentleman, Li Min has countless opportunities to say goodbye to his virgin body, but he has never done so, which makes Min Hao once endangered himself, for fear that Li Min is a gay.

A twenty-five-year-old man, if he has no desire at all in this regard, then he is really GAY. Of course Li Min is not, it's just that he hasn't found the right person for him yet, and he doesn't want to do that. Although he has Yun'a now, Li Min understands that his relationship with Yun'er is still far from that step, and he doesn't want to force her, so he still can't do anything like that. At this time when great perseverance is required, Ben, a nigga, actually uses that kind of disc to seduce his passion, how can he not make Li Min angry.

"Find an opportunity to deduct his salary!" Li Min thought indignantly.

Back in his studio, Li Min took a bottle of water and poured it into his stomach with a clatter, slightly calming the lust that gushed out of his lower abdomen. In the coming month, Li Min didn't want to talk about black music with that anymore.

It seems that I still have to finish my own songs. Li Min threw himself on the bed and began to think about the rhythm, but he didn't know what was going on, the notes that were usually very obedient now became disobedient, and the jumping became the ecstasy sound he had just heard.

"Lust is indeed the devil that leads to depravity." Li Min sat up from the bed and scolded.

"What are you talking about? oppa。 Enshu, who had just pushed the door in, said suspiciously, "What devil is not a devil?" ”

"Nothing, I'm reading the Bible!" Li Min agreed angrily, he noticed that Enshu was holding two folders in his arms, and asked, "What did you take?" ”

"This is the sales list of the first two installments of the original soundtrack of the collector's edition of "I Am a Singer" and the market expectation estimate, and this is the list and contact information of the singers who are interested in participating in the "I Am a Singer" award as of yesterday. When I came back to the company just now, these just happened to be counted, so I took a copy and showed it to you. Enshu didn't bother with what Li Min was saying, opened the folder and handed it to him.

"Where's Doona?" Li Min took a folder and looked at it, and asked casually.

"She's going to get the car." Enshu said, as he spoke, Enshu moved a chair and sat in front of Li Min, looking at him with burning eyes.

"Oppa, do you like men?"

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