Wu Lan groaned.

She also felt that it was a pity that Fang Jinsong's song was buried like this, and more importantly, Fang Jinsong was hit like this, would he collapse?

"Okay, I think your proposal is good, I don't know if Director Lu agreed?"

"Don't worry about this, I'll call Director Lu." After speaking, he looked at Fang Jinsong: "Jinsong, what do you think?" ”

"I, I'm okay." Fang Jinsong is in a mess now.

Should I be happy or sad?

Yu Dongqing immediately took out his mobile phone to call Lu Yongru, and after explaining, the other party accepted his proposal.

"Jin Song, Director Lu agreed, but I still have a suggestion."

"You, you say."

"I suggest that the style of your song be changed a little and become softer, and it is better to let the female singer sing it, so that one soft and one is strong, just complementing each other, of course, this is my personal opinion."

"Okay, okay...... I'll do what you say. ”

Yu Dongqing smiled and nodded.

"Thank you......" Fang Jinsong whispered, turned around and left the office.

Waiting for Fang Jinsong to leave, Wu Lan's tense face also showed a smile: "Holly, I didn't expect you to be so generous." ”

"This isn't a life-and-death fight, so why are you so nervous?" Yu Dongqing laughed: "Actually, Fang Jinsong is not bad, although he sometimes has a big temper, he is still very serious about writing songs, he really likes to write songs." ”

"Alright..... Don't talk about this, there is something I discuss with you, that is, who are you going to sing this song "Men Should Be Self-Improvement"? ”

This one.....

Yu Dongqing understood what Wu Lan meant, she wanted the company's singers to sing, and the fat water would not flow to outsiders.

However, Yu Dongqing counted the male singers under Jinye, and there was really no suitable one.

It is too difficult to find a singer with a voice like Lin Zixiang in that time and space, and there is no such person among domestic male singers in this time and space.

Lin Zixiang has all the baritone that he should have, and he extends a lot in the treble area. The limit of his treble was D5 or C5 (an octave above the central C).

Ordinary singers always use falsetto to pull up, and some very powerful singers will become sharp and monotonous even if they use the real tone to pull the treble to the high register, and it is difficult to pull the treble to the limit like Lin Zixiang is still full of momentum.

Seeing that Yu Dongqing was silent, Wu Lan took the initiative to propose: "Why don't you let Tang Guang try?" He sings rock 'n' roll, he has a good voice, and you admire him too. ”

Tang Guang?

Of course Yu Dongqing thought of him, although his singing rock voice was also quite explosive, but the kind of torn singing similar to Wang Feng, singing this song "Men Should Be Self-Improvement" always felt that it was not tasteful.

"Or else?" Yu Dongqing opened his mouth and said: "Let's not rush to decide who will sing first, and then think about it, and wait until the accompaniment sample is made?" ”

Seeing Yu Dongqing's thoughts, Wu Lan had no choice but to nod.

Yu Dongqing left Wu Lan's office and returned to his studio, and as soon as he sat down, Li Wei turned around and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Yu, what is Wu Lan looking for you? Is it asking who sings this song? ”

Scold?

Guess so accurately?

Yu Dongqing was a little surprised.

"Because, in the company, you are the only one who can designate who sings the songs you write..... Wu Lan didn't listen to others, but she didn't dare not listen to your proposal. ”

Li Wei smiled: Do you think of who sings? Tang Guang? ”

Yu Dongqing shook his head and said his thoughts: "He is not very suitable, if there is really no one, ask him to sing." ”

"It's okay, the fertilizer and water don't flow into the fields of outsiders." Li Wei said a word and was busy with his work.

Yu Dongqing was in a daze there.

Such a good song, if you don't find a voice like Lin Zixiang to sing, it's really aggrieved to sing this song.

Suddenly he thought of someone.

His third uncle sings Huayin's old dialect.

Although Huayin's old voice and the general's singing style are indeed different, the third uncle's voice is famous in the township!

Why don't you let him try?

If it can really succeed, by the way, it will also make an advertisement for Huayin Laohua to let more people know?

Just do it, Yu Dongqing walked out of the office after speaking, found a secluded corner, took out his mobile phone to find the third uncle's phone number, and dialed out.

The eastern part of the Guanzhong Plain.

It's September, and the entire Weihe Plain is planted with large fields of corn as far as the eye can see.

An old farmer about 50 years old, wearing a straw hat and holding a hoe, is digging a ditch to drain the cornfield, he is Yu Dongqing's third uncle Yu Hongguang.

In the autumn, it rains several times in a row, and in the case of high temperature and rain, the corn roots are suffocated due to lack of oxygen, which will quickly cause the whole plant to die, so it is necessary to drain the water as soon as possible.

The autumn sun is the autumn tiger, and the sun has soaked dense beads of sweat on his tanned skin, he wiped the sweat beads on his face, and continued to work hard.

At this time, the old man's machine hanging on his waist suddenly rang, Yu Hongguang stopped working, took out his mobile phone and saw that the number turned out to be called by the son who rarely contacted the boss.

After thinking about it, I took it.

"The three are Dongwa.... How are you and my third mother in good health? The eldest nephew spoke in the microphone.

"Okay, very good." Yu Hongguang laughed, and the wrinkles on his face also unfolded: "Dongwa, you call your forehead now, what's the matter?" ”

"Three, you sing well, I want to invite you to come to Yanjing to sing a pop song."

"What?! Singing pop songs? Yu Hongguang looked surprised: "You are so old, what pop songs do you sing?" Dongwa, don't play with your three majors. ”

"No, that's what happened." Yu Dongqing briefly explained the matter on the phone, saying that he wrote a song based on ancient music, and hoped that someone with a high-pitched voice would sing it, and it just so happened that you had a good voice, so please come and try it, if it really works, I will give you a reward, estimated at 10,000 yuan. ”

It's worth 10,000 yuan to sing a song?!

Yu Hongguang's eyes widened suddenly.

"This, is this true?! Dongwa, you can guarantee the amount of fraud. ”

"Three, I'm your own nephew, how could I lie to you?" Yu Dongqing smiled on the phone: "If you come to Yanjing and sing this song well, you will become famous, you can promote your old style, maybe you can bring your old buddies to Yanjing to perform on stage,"

Yu Hongguang was moved when he heard it.

Money aside, now young people like to listen to pop songs, and there are fewer and fewer people who listen to the old tune, and even fewer people sing the old tune, which makes him very anxious, and he hopes to carry forward the traditional music left by his ancestors. This is also the will of the deceased father.

Of course, going to Yanjing, thousands of miles away, is a big deal for him, a farmer who has never even been to Xi'an!

What's more, can it really be as the eldest nephew said?

Can you really sing well?

He pondered for a while before saying, "Dongwa, this is a big deal, I'm going to go back and tell you the sum of your third mother, do you think it's okay?" ”

"Okay, but you have to hurry up and give me a reply, you don't have to pay a penny for all the expenses this time."

"Okay, no problem, besides, Dongwa, you haven't been home to see it for several years, and your parents are thinking about you." Yu Hongguang hurriedly said.

"I know, I've come back for the Spring Festival this year, but don't tell my dad about this."

"I know, with your father's temper, he will definitely not agree with me going, and I will probably scold you and say that you are fooling."

"Uh-huh......"

Yu Hongguang hung up Yu Dongqing's phone, picked up the hoe and started digging the ground, but he was no longer in the mood, and the words of his eldest nephew were always in his heart.

Simply, he stopped working and walked towards the village with his hoe on his shoulder.

He wanted to consult with his daughter-in-law.