Light but not frivolous, profound but not heavy, elegant but not forgetful.

When the ink penetrates into the paper, it is also like the spring rain moistening the seedlings, silently carving the traces in the roots and hearts of people.

After singing the song, Lin Feng walked out of the recording room. Looking at the people in front of him who were still a little confused, Lin Feng shook his head, this long scroll of ink is illusory, it is imagined by people under the guidance of music, and people are intoxicated by the beauty outlined in their own imagination.

As the saying goes, it's better to see the scenery than to listen to the scene, that's the truth, to see the scene is to see the reality, listen to the scenery 'see' what you think is perfect, and now no matter how beautiful it is, it can't be imagined. There is only one reality, but there are thousands of kinds of people's hearts, and it is impossible to cater to everyone's psychology, but imagination can. Man is always used to being conquered by his own imagination.

Ahem!

Lin Feng coughed twice, waking up everyone who was still a little confused.

The blur turned into shock, the blur in the eyes receded, replaced by shock, admiration, disbelief and other feelings, in the history of music can be written and sung is not nothing, but with such a height of all-round genius really has not seen, now this person who has not seen it, actually appeared and stood in front of his own eyes, or the temporary leadership of himself and others, it is really ......, this feeling can not be described, can only be expressed with complex eyes.

No matter how complicated the emotions in my heart are, I have to continue with the things in front of me, after all, my mind can't be eaten.

After a bit of complication, everyone recorded the album again.

Fang Lun walked into the recording room again, and Lin Feng also returned to his seat to give instructions and continue to monitor.

"Let's go."

"A wisp of the sun is half an inch of time, and several generations of vain and frivolous young men."

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Do a good job of exemplary leadership. It's a common phrase, and it's a bit overused, but it's really true to a certain extent. Because of Lin Feng's demonstration, Fang Lun's mastery and proficiency in this "Falling Ink" that is not his dish are constantly improving. Under normal circumstances, imitation is easier than creation.

"Okay, no problem, the progress at this point is visible. Go on. ”

“…… Drops of ink slowly fall on the paper, the lines are like the hem of a skirt, and a few strokes draw the sadness in your heart......"

……

"Okay, there's a lot of progress here, do it all over again. Begin. ”

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"It's almost, come again, start." After listening to it silently, Lin Feng shouted into the microphone again.

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"Okay, no problem, this one, pass."

Lin Feng's voice passed, and Fang Lun was not the only one who breathed a sigh of relief, not because he was a little numb from playing this song repeatedly and listening to this one, but because Fang Lun had ruined the picture of Lin Feng just now. It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift. Human.

"Fang Lun, you come out first, and I'll tell you about the next song. Let's take a break and familiarize ourselves with the score. Lin Feng shouted into the microphone.

"Mr. Lin, which one will we sing next?" Fang Lun approached and asked.

"Strike while the iron is hot, and sing the Luzhou month that is somewhat similar to this ink. You look at the first and second rounds, with a little sound, subtle, not hazy, but also not too clear, how to say, with this 'er' word leading, I ......"

Lin Feng took the music score and the words to compare and explained to Fang Lun, and Fang Lun also listened attentively, nodding, frowning, and shaking his head from time to time. Time passed slowly, the number of nods gradually increased, and the music score and word sheet also turned to the second page correspondingly, and the song "Luzhou Month" was gradually mastered by Fang Lun.

……

"Now that the basic explanation is almost complete, you go to the recording studio, let's start giving it a try." Lin Feng put the paper in his hand on the table.

"Yes, Mr. Lin." Fang Lun walked to the recording room.

"Everyone prepare, start immediately, Luzhou month." Lin Feng picked up the microphone and shouted.

All of them were whispering, whispering, loud two or three, and the staff were each ready.

Dozens of seconds later, the accompaniment sounded, like the surging of water, bringing out a piece of feelings.

"When I was a child, I chiseled the wall to steal the light of someone's house, and I didn't comb the cold window for ten years in the past, and now I read under the lamp ......"

The lyrics spit out the feelings concretely, and what I got after parting under the moon that year was only nostalgic at the moment.

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In the recording room of Starlight Music, everyone is working in full swing, and the music is heard one after another. It's a very lively, very serious work scene. But it can't be said that people are lazy when they are cold and silent. Sometimes the value of a lively working atmosphere is really small.

In an office of the Star Publishing House, it is very quiet, only the air conditioner is exuding cold air, making the sound of air collision, the room is very cold, the temperature of the air conditioner is not very high, it is very hot outside, and the people in the house are dressed formally during working hours, so it is hotter, so the air conditioner should work hard.

No one is sitting on the boss's chair behind the desk, and in the rest area on the east side, the two cups of tea on the slightly retro red coffee table are no longer hot when they were first brewed, and the tea surface is very quiet, as if condensed, very attractive.

On the side of the teacup is a stack of paper with dense printed text.

One person on the single sofa was meditating, and one person on the longer sofa sat on one side, watching him ponder.

"What do you think, Zhuo? Shall we do what he suggests? Hu Haoyu, who was in deep thought, re-presided over his body with his mind.

"I think so. After all, Mr. Lin is right, this cake is very big, and we may not be able to eat it. Chen Zhuo said.

"Not necessarily eating? Alas, it's not necessarily, it's that you can't eat it. After all, our strength and scale are a little small, and after all these years, we still have this little power. Hu Haoyu smiled, with a bit of self-deprecation.

"Brother Yu, the progress of our stars over the years is not small, from the time when no one cared about us to today, we can't deny our achievements." Chen Zhuo said with an unquestionable pride.

"However, we are still only the first in the wind market, and we are still ...... this big cake Can't eat. After a pause, Hu Haoyu expressed the whole sentence. The sound is the same as before, it does not become higher or lower or fluctuates, but it gives people a feeling of unwillingness.

Silence, Chen Zhuo expressed his silence.

"If we can win this piece of cake alone, just talking about publishing and distribution, the benefits we get are enough for us to enter the country in real sense." Hu Haoyu revealed something called ambition.

"Handed over to us as a publisher, although we can earn a lot of money with our strength, there are still a lot of benefits that will be lost because of our publishing house, after all, we can't maximize the publishing benefits of Harry Potter, we don't have this ability. And, Mr. Lin is not stupid, he sees this very clearly. Chen Zhuo said.

"Is there really no chance at all? There aren't many drafts at the moment, and we can mobilize all our strength to support this Harry Potter. Hu Haoyu asked.

"When I talked to Lin Feng about this matter at noon today, he was very indifferent, and he said directly, we can't eat this cake. He wants us to unite. It seems to me that this is a condition that he has given us, a condition that cannot be changed. After a pause, Chen Zhuo said again: "Lin Feng has already made up his mind, if we want to publish Harry Potter, we have to do what he wants." ”

"Joint? Publication? If we say we don't agree, he should give the publishing rights of Harry Potter to the person who agrees, right? Hu Haoyu asked lightly. It's a question, but it's for sure.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, I think so, I asked him for the manuscript without explaining when the manuscript would be delivered, what quality, how it would be distributed, etc., after all, we didn't give money. This can only be barely a verbal agreement. Chen Zhuo said.

"Verbal agreement? Written legal witness contracts? The subject is a human being, and the executor is also a human being, and these are just determined by the heart. If Lin Feng was willing, this verbal contract would be ten million times better than the document on the paper, if he didn't want to, hehe. When Lin Feng proposed that we unite, he was adding conditions to the verbal agreement. Oral agreement is sometimes better than the stamped document on paper, the document can have a lot of problems, the verbal agreement is in the bottom of the heart can not be changed, one is the legal constraint, the other is the height of personal cultivation. The degree of reliability of having a high degree of personal cultivation is actually much higher than that of the law. It's a pity that the love between us and Lin Feng for several collaborations doesn't make him agree to give this Harry Potter to us exclusively! Hu Haoyu said as if he was sighing something.

Chen Zhuo sighed, the relationship between him and Lin Feng is just a cooperation between the publishing house and the author, where does it come from too much affection, and it will only produce some incense after a long time, which is not enough.

"Then will we agree to Lin Feng's proposal?"

"If we don't agree, I guess all the benefits that Harry Potter can produce will be nothing to us. Agreed, agreed to cooperate with the Fengxing Branch and Yunluo Publishing. Although the income will be much less, it is also a lot more than other single books. And it's better to have something than nothing. "You can't do anything, and Hu Haoyu didn't continue to be delusional.

"Okay, I'll go back and inform Mr. Lin, and then I'll make an appointment with the Fengxing Branch and Yunluo." Chen Zhuo said.

"Hmm. Lin Feng is asking us to talk to Yun Luo and the Fengxing Branch about this, right? Hu Haoyu thought for a while and asked.

"That's right. Mr. Lin seems to have something else. Chen Zhuo responded.

"That means we're looking for someone to join forces." Hu Haoyu deduced a sentence.

"It seems that this is what it means, Brother Yu, you want to ......" Chen Zhuo's eyes lit up.

"Although we want to find someone to unite, the initiative is still in our hands, and the people of Fengxing Branch and Yunluo Publishing don't know that we must unite with them." Hu Haoyu showed a hint of a smile.

"So, we can take a little bit more profit when we negotiate. After all, to a certain extent, we are the mediators and agents. Chen Zhuo continued.

"We take care of them because of the big publishing houses that are also in the Wind Market, so in addition to Lin Feng's 20 percent, we have to account for 50 percent, and the other ones are divided equally, this is the bottom line. Then we can ask for more as room for bargaining. Hu Haoyu clapped his hands and said.

"At the same time, the effort should be equal." Chen Zhuo added.

……

The two of them said a word, and under Lin Feng's proposal or instructions, they gradually sketched out a plan to maximize their own interests.

Since you can't monopolize it, you should seek the greatest benefit in the situation that must arise.

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