Chapter 67 I owe a lot of debt, why can't I pay it off with my ass?

"Who is this?"

"It's a 10,000 tip, do parents know?"

The appearance of Lu Da's sand sculpture immediately attracted everyone's attention.

But.

No one recognized him as the city lord of [Shennongjia Castle], after all, he had just debuted and his popularity was not very high.

And 3,000 years later, there is an interesting phenomenon in the surviving human genes, that is, everyone is good-looking, and this good-looking gradually has a cookie-cutter taste.

All in all, human beings are evolving towards uniform handsomeness and beauty.

In life, people are in the advanced stage of facial blindness if they are not careful.

So it is completely reasonable that everyone can't recognize Lu Yan.

"Everyone disperses, since this local tyrant has wrapped the flyover, then my song is only sung for him. ”

If you have milk, you are a mother.

The sweatshirt youth is real.

He drove away the other listeners, stood up and bowed deeply to Lu Yan: "This local tyrant, I don't know how you are going to play after you charter the venue?" is it just listening to songs, or is it something else...... In fact, some special services, as long as the price is right, are not impossible. ”

His eyes and demeanor undoubtedly hinted at Lu Yan that as long as he had money, he could be "unspoken rules".

"Damn, is the entertainment industry still so chaotic as always?" Lu Yan had a black line.

Settle down.

Lu Yan was righteous, and scolded the young man in the sweatshirt: "I see that you are also a talented young man, don't do good music, do some ass deals, can you have a little backbone?"

If this guy didn't have a green flame symbol on his head, he was his perfect person, Lu Yan really wanted to punch the ground flat, and he couldn't buckle it.

What's wrong with young people now?

Have you forgotten the 24-character core values that have been inherited for 3,000 years?

"Huh. ”

The young man in the sweatshirt had a self-deprecating smile on his face and said, "I owe a lot of debt in order to make music, why can't I pay it back with my ass?"

Lu Yan: "......"

This made so much sense, he couldn't even refute it!

"Young man, what's your name?" Lu Yan asked.

The young man in the sweatshirt said: "Fang Tongshan." ”

"Fang Tongshan, I think the songs you wrote are very good, but you just lack a chance to be discovered!"

While flickering, Lu Yan launched a divine fire, which was directly thrown on this Fang Tongshan and began to refine.

Bite!

You have successfully consumed 75,000 reputation to sublimate the wandering songwriter Fang Tongshan into a [Gold Medal Songwriter]!

Fang Tongshan becomes your [True Eye]!

You can use the [True Eye] to spy on the [Giant Elephant Demon] Ji Meimei without dead ends!

"It's done!"

Lu Yan directly sublimated Fang Tongshan and got everything he wanted.

But there is still one last step left, which is to make him the queen songwriter of the singer Ji Meimei.

"Don't laugh at the local tyrants, I don't believe in any chances. It's still honest to write songs and sing like this, barely making ends meet. ”

Fang Tongshan, who was ruthlessly beaten by society, smiled numbly.

Although he was invisibly sublimated by Lu Yan and his musical talent was rapidly improved, he was unaware of it.

It's like a lion that has been in a cage for a long time and has lost its wildness.

It's sad to think about.

Lu Yanmo rubbed his chin and said: "I heard that [Shi Yan Entertainment] is doing some kind of draft, to choose a queen gold medal songwriter for superstar Ji Meimei, this is your chance, why don't you participate?"

Fang Tongshan smiled bitterly: "One word, poor." Because this draft is an excellent opportunity, the registration fee for participating in the draft is 100,000, and I have no money and no choice. ”

"Money, I can lend you. ”

Lu Yan is holding 5.5 billion, and he doesn't know how to spend it, so he supports young people to engage in music, not a.

"I received the heart of the local tyrant. ”

Fang Tongshan shook his head and said, "Besides, even if the local tyrant sponsors me, tomorrow is the last day of the draft, and it is impossible for me to create a good repertoire in such a short period of time." ”

"That's a real problem. ”

Lu Yan thought about it and asked [Huo Zhizi] with his consciousness.

"Huo Zhizi, is there any track that can make Fang Tongshan win the championship 100%?"

"Yes, the master!"

[Huo Zhizi] directly integrated the brief score of a song into Lu Yan's mind.

"This ...... This song should be an old song from 3,000 years ago, right?"

After going through this song in his mind, Lu Yan's face was slightly stunned.

"Good music can stand up to time. Besides, the earth has been wandering for 3,000 years, not to mention songs, many other cultures have been faulted, and now human beings don't know this song at all, okay?"

"Okay. ”

After getting the confirmation of [Huo Zhizi], Lu Yan took an advertising flyer from a young lady who was passing by to post advertisements, borrowed a pen, and began to write a brief score on the back.

After a while, the simple score and lyrics of the song were copied from my mind.

Lu Yan handed the advertising flyer to Fang Tongshan and said, "Tomorrow you will take this song to the competition, if you can't win the championship, you won't be able to become Ji Meimei's queen gold medal songwriter, count me as losing!"

"Forehead ......"

Fang Tongshan took the advertising flyer of "Painless Abortion" and looked towards Jian Pu.

At this glance, his eyes lit up instantly, and he couldn't help but hum in a whisper-

Don't pile up nostalgia and make the plot bloody

After loving for many years, why ruin the classics

I am willing to waste time if I am an adult

Like a curtain call, the actor watched the lights go out

It's too late to be vigorous

Just keep the dignity of farewell

I love you, I don't regret it, and I respect the end of the story

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

After singing the song, Fang Tongshan's face turned ecstatic and asked, "Tuhao, what is the name of this song?"

"'Decent', I wrote it!"

Lu Yan replied with a shy face and no sense of disobedience.

"It's a really good song! But I think I can adapt it and make it even better!"

Fang Tongshan said thoughtfully.

At this time, all kinds of musical inspirations emerged in his mind, and the god-level talent of the "Gold Medal Songwriter" had been activated unconsciously!

"Make the most of your talents!"

"Tomorrow, you're going to take this song to the competition, and you're going to say you wrote it. Just like this song, whether it is life and love in the future, be a decent person. ”

Lu Yan patted Fang Tongshan on the shoulder and said.

"Local tyrants...... Oh no, it's supposed to be the master!"

"Master, thank you for this song, and for your teachings, I will definitely take it to heart. ”

Fang Tongshan looked at Lu Yan's tall figure, he didn't expect this local tyrant to have such an awesome musical talent, and his jaw almost fell off in shock.

Day 2.

【Stone Entertainment】Headquarters.

Lu Yanhao threw 100,000 oceans, took Fang Tongshan, and walked into the "Gold Medal Songwriter" draft hall.

At this moment.

The draft is in full swing.

The draft is composed of two major force values: on-site judges and online popularity voting, and on the big screen, the title of the song that ranks first is called "I play mud in the Northeast".

This song comes from the work of Wei Shaoqing, a red and purple Internet celebrity Xiao Xianrou Wei Shaoqing in [Jiugongshan Castle].

Reputedly.

This song is a "relic song" excavated in an abandoned dungeon and is no less than 3,000 years old.

After Wei Shaoqing's adaptation, the style of the sand sculpture and the rhythm of jumping out of it have been well received by the judges and the Internet.

This song, as a quantum traveler Lu Yan three thousand years ago, is certainly not unfamiliar.

""Decent" VS "I'm playing mud in the Northeast", it's kind of interesting. ”

Lu Yan looked at the big screen and said he was looking forward to this ancient song battle.