"You've written so many songs in one day?"

When he asked this sentence, Zhang Yingjie even frowned.

"What's wrong, is there a problem?"

Looking at Gu Xiu's answer, Zhang Yingjie was dumbfounded for a while.

Is there a problem?

Of course there is a problem!

In this industry, Zhang Yingjie has not heard of some talented composers, who may be able to complete the creation of a song in a few hours.

Even.

Jay Chou, who is now popular all over the country, is even known as the time to go to the toilet, and he can complete the creation of a song.

But the speed of writing one song is not the same as writing six songs a day.

And now, there are six new songs sent from Gu Xiu's mailbox!

"Mr. Gu, I believe I made it very clear yesterday that we want high-quality products, and we have high requirements for the quality of the songs."

"Moreover, what we want is songs that are in line with our artists, not that you just take out some saved manuscripts to fill up."

In Zhang Yingjie's view, Gu Xiu either made up the number indiscriminately, or took out the previous manuscript.

In this way, Zhang Yingjie was a little unhappy.

It's not that you can't use the deposit.

But I have made it very clear that the song I want is the right song.

In one day, creating a song made Zhang Yingjie very suspicious.

Not to mention, Gu Xiu took it out this time.

It's six songs!

But in the face of Zhang Yingjie's anger, Gu Xiu on the other side was very bland, without any explanation, let alone any apology, but instead came to question:

"So, do you understand music, professional or not?"

Zhang Yingjie was happy.

This person is so arrogant, how can he say that he can be regarded as the father of the gold master, right?

How can you say that it is Party A, right?

Although he has always been polite to him, is he not clear about his status?

"I don't really know much about music."

"But I also know that writing six songs a day is a bit too perfunctory."

"Really?" Gu Xiu's attitude remained unchanged: "Isn't it perfunctory, why don't you find a professional and try to play it?" ”

"Good!"

After chatting, Zhang Yingjie angrily turned off the penguins, and then she quickly called the old employees of the company's music department to come.

She is the manager of the girl group and the manager of the artist department.

She really doesn't understand music.

At least, looking at the scores Gu Xiu brought, she couldn't identify with the naked eye what these scores looked like after they became music.

But she didn't understand.

It doesn't mean that no one in the company understands.

"Mr. Gao, please help me see how the six songs are here, and give me some advice with your professional vision."

This is the task that Zhang Yingjie gave to this employee.

She prides herself on being a well-bred woman.

Even if she thinks that Gu Xiu's six songs are definitely not good, she is still willing to listen to it and take a look at professional advice, so that Gu Xiu can understand.

Myself, but very picky.

Yourself, not a waste manuscript recycling bin!

"Of course it's no problem, Mr. Zhang, you wait."

Teacher Gao nodded, holding the manuscript paper printed out by Zhang Yingjie, with some dissatisfaction in his eyes, but he did not refuse.

Zhang Yingjie noticed such dissatisfaction, but did not say anything.

This teacher Gao is an old songwriter of Cosmic Music.

Although I haven't come up with any excellent works so far, my vision and professional strength are still excellent.

This time, the company intends to promote this new girl group.

Mr. Gao also wrote a few songs.

But it's a pity that without exception, he was eliminated, either saying that his songs were too old or too earthy, which made him a little angry all the time.

Zhang Yingjie knows this.

It was precisely because he knew that Mr. Gao was angry, so he deliberately came to him, in order to let an unconvinced person find fault.

As it turns out, it does.

As soon as I watched the first song, Mr. Gao was a little angry:

"It's called music, too?"

"If that's called music, it's an insult to the word music!"

"It's obviously a garbage saliva song."

"If you want to have depth without depth, you want to have no connotation without connotation, the tune is single and simple, the lyrics are full of saliva, and it is simply a spicy chicken song."

"Such a song, Mr. Zhang, are you going to sing it to our girl group singers?"

"So bad?" Zhang Yingjie frowned.

She really wants to find fault with the song given by Gu Xiu, but is this Teacher Gao a little too exaggerated?

Direct spraying is understandable.

But just scold the spicy chicken?

Even, directly depreciated worthless?

"Mr. Zhang, although I have always been a little unwilling to reject my song by the company, I will not deliberately belittle others for this matter."

"I'm still a professional person."

"This song, it can't be worse!"

"I can't even use words like song to describe this song!"

Looking at Mr. Gao's serious expression.

Zhang Yingjie was stunned, but finally nodded, took out the second song that he promised and handed it out:

"Where's this?"

"This song is a little better than the first one, but it's still the same sentence, it's spicy chicken."

Zhang Yingjie was dumbfounded: "But I seem to be quite interesting when I look at the lyrics." ”

"But the lyrics are interesting, and it still can't change the bad way this song looks from a professional point of view, the song is too simple, and even simple without too many skills."

"I'm sure that if we put such a song on an album, I'm afraid it will immediately be laughed to death by the professional music media."

Such an evaluation made Zhang Yingjie a little speechless.

I took out the next four songs one after another.

Fortunately, what made Zhang Yingjie breathe a sigh of relief was that this time Mr. Gao finally stopped scolding the spicy chicken directly.

"How do you say this song, if you want to say it's excellent, it's not excellent, you can use it to make up the numbers, it's a little better than ordinary songs, but it's not so brilliant."

"This song is pretty much the same, to put it bluntly, it's two words, mediocre."

"This one doesn't work, it feels too picky, and I don't recommend our singers to sing such songs."

"Huh!"

Finally, soon seeing the last song, Mr. Gao finally nodded lightly: "This one is good, the tune and lyrics fit very well, I think it's good to use it as the title song." ”

Oh?

Zhang Yingjie was a little surprised.

To be honest, when he first started watching the first two songs, Zhang Yingjie wondered if Mr. Gao was deliberately belittling Gu Xiu because he was dissatisfied.

After all, you can say that people are bad, but you don't have to be so angry and look down on you.

The last two songs are considered to be back to normal.

This last song surprised Zhang Yingjie.

Is there really a good song?

When he stepped forward to take a look, Zhang Yingjie saw the name written on it.

Lovers are not full.

This song is actually a song that Zhang Yingjie values, although he doesn't understand the tune very well, whether it is the name of the song or the lyrics.

It's all very well written.

Let's take a look at the other two songs that have passed.

The fridge is okay with you.

This made Zhang Yingjie a little confused, and couldn't help but look at the other three songs that were eliminated:

"These three are bad?"

The first one, the name is very unique.

Learn to meow.