Chapter 8: The White Emperor
Fire burns the clouds.
Don't get me wrong, this is not a description of the scenery.
Huoyaoyun is the name of a company, the full name is Huoyaoyun Music, but Huoyaoyun itself does not produce music, they are just music porters, simply put, they are doing music player business.
There are countless music players in Qinzhou.
And the number of users of Huojiao Cloud Music Player can rank in the top three.
Any industry can be among the top three in the industry, which is a very remarkable achievementββ
For example, Qinzhou's entertainment triumvirate:
Mythic Entertainment.
Nathan Entertainment.
Skylight Entertainment.
Together, these three companies are half of Qinzhou's entertainment industry.
And the fire cloud and the big three have cooperated.
Whenever there is a new song to be released under the Big Three, Huoyun is one of their preferred cooperation platforms.
this day.
It's time to get off work.
In the burning office, employees are chatting and slowly killing the last hours before leaving work, which is their happiest time of the day.
"Tsk."
"There's no suspense left in this month's season standings."
"The first place on the season list is Tianguang, which has completely locked the blood, and the data of the next few songs is also very stable, but the number of downloads in the tenth and eleventh places is very close, so I don't know who can win in the end."
"Eleventh is also Nathan's song."
"I don't know if Myth can hold the tenth ring."
"I have to say that the Big Three are still fierce, in the top ten of the season list, there are actually seven songs from the three of them, and other entertainment companies can only follow behind the ass to pick up some leftovers."
"No way."
"In the era when Qu Dad was king, almost all of the best composers in the industry were contracted by the Big Three."
Then.
The office phone rang suddenly.
Director Li Jianzhong hurriedly connected the phone, and an order came from the other end: "There are new songs to be released in the thirteenth part of Mythological Music, and I have already sent the sound source to your mailbox, the song title is "Dispel Sorrow", it must be pushed online on time at eight o'clock tonight, and the copywriting and posters will be provided by Mythology." β
"Roger!"
Supervisor Li Jianzhong hung up the phone, his expression immediately fell, looked at his colleagues who were full of nervousness, sighed and said:
"There's work, the myth sings."
The office suddenly resounded with the wails of social animals.
"I'm going to work overtime again!"
"Why is the myth still singing at this point, this is the fifth!"
"Look at what you're saying, it's not like any song is going to hit the season list, it's probably a rookie's debut song?"
"That's right."
Director Li Jianzhong glanced at the song information, "The lyrics and arrangers are all a guy named Baidi, and the singer is called Lin Shouzhuo, both of them should be newcomers." β
"White Emperor?"
Maybe this name is really a bit domineering, the staff next to him couldn't help but come over and take a look, and they were immediately overjoyed: "This White Emperor should be a stage name, but this stage name is so easy to drag, such an arrogant name, I'm not afraid that I can't hold it down!" β
"White Emperor?"
"The Emperor's Emperor?"
"Are you sure it's the White Emperor or not the White Brother?"
"I don't know what this stage name came from, and I thought he was Qu Dad."
"Hahahahaha, the singer's name is Lin Shouzhuo, this newcomer and the White Emperor are simply contrasting, a name is extremely public, and a name is low-key."
"Don't be so poor!"
Li Jianzhong, who is middle-aged, is not in the mood to laugh at all, and directly interrupts everyone angrily.
Working overtime is his biggest headache, and he has to be scolded by his wife when he goes back, and he doesn't earn a few money, but he is very busy working all day long.
"Listen to the song!"
There was a distinct hint of anger in the Director's voice.
Seeing that the supervisor was in a bad mood, everyone didn't dare to smile anymore.
Li Jianzhong decompressed the sound source with a heavy mood and played it back with a monitor.
Before the song is launched, the employees of Huoyaoyun will listen to it first, mainly for two purposes, the first is to ensure that there is no problem with the quality of the sound source received, and the second is to arrange recommendations according to the quality of the music.
Quiet.
The sound of a pipe organ rings in the office.
The prelude was slow and quiet, and a faint sadness was permeating, Li Jianzhong suddenly felt more depressed, and he felt a sense of powerlessness that he wanted to vent but didn't know how to vent.
The guitar sounded.
The deep and deep voice followed the guitar, unhurried, like a man whispering a story.
"When you walk into this fun field
Carry all your dreams and thoughts on your back
All kinds of makeup on the face
No one remembers what you look like
Three rounds of wine over you in the corner
stubbornly singing bitter songs
Listen to it being drowned out in the hustle and bustle
You pick up your glass and say to yourself......"
This is a somewhat unique voice, low and warm to the heart, with a faint tune, there is an inexplicable healing power.
Unconsciously.
The office was quieter.
At this time, the sun outside had slowly set, and the song was singing in a low voice, like a trickle of river water under the mountain, which actually flowed into people's hearts.
Li Jianzhong suddenly fell into a trance.
This song does not change tricks frequently, and there is no slightest hint of show-off skills, like a gentle telling, as if trying to soothe Li Jianzhong's certain mood.
Then.
The chorus is coming.
There is no strong twist, the tune is still so bland, but it doesn't seem to be so bland, Li Jianzhong pricked up his ears to listen, as if the emotion was resonating strongly with the song, it was a kind of spiritual impact stronger than the climax of any song:
"A cup of sunrise and a glass of moonlight
Awaken my yearning and soften the cold window
So you can fly against the wind without looking back
Don't be afraid of rain in your heart and frost in your eyes
A cup of respect for the hometown, a cup of respect for the distance
The kindness that guards me urges me to grow
So the north-south road is no longer long
The soul no longer has nowhere to put ......"
If you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk, but Li Jianzhong obviously didn't smell the slightest smell of wine, but he was already slightly drunk, his mind suddenly calmed down, and he looked at the world with sober drunken eyes.
People can't help themselves when they reach middle age.
The past is in a hurry.
If a song is a world, Li Jianzhong is already there.
And at this moment, it is not only Li Jianzhong who is deeply involved, everyone in the office seems to be aroused, everyone's expressions are changing subtly, and only the sound of singing is like wine piercing the intestines.
"A cup of respect for tomorrow and a glass of respect for the past
The shoulders that supported my body were heavy
Although I never believe that the so-called mountains are high and the waters are long
Life is too short, so why bother with it
A glass of freedom, a glass of death
Forgive my ordinariness and dispel the confusion
Well, it's always scribbled after dawn
The most ridiculous ...... sober people"
The past is like a white horse, but many times the trickle of things can only be told to yourself.
When people are middle-aged, they are full of necessity, but how can they be free and liberated when they are young?
Young people who work hard for life, sometimes they also feel powerless, they go through the road of life, nothing more than to feel the shoulders of adulthood gradually thicker, so from unwilling to ordinary to accept themselves, find that the so-called dream is not on the lips but in peace of mind, find that you and I are just a mortal, even if the intestines are knotted, but also to reconcile with themselves.
Eight glasses of wine.
Respect for life.
The last song fell to my ears, and the sound of the guitar and organ persisted for a long time, not knowing whether it was self-deprecation or self-relief.
"The sober man is the most ridiculous."
The office was quiet for a long time, maybe no one really felt sad at this moment, but there were some facts about life that had to be accepted.
"Boss."
The employee next to Li Jianzhong suddenly said: "There is another sentence here." β
When the rest of the employees heard this, they all got up and came over to watch, and someone whispered to the screen:
"Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more ......"
"Raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow, and ...... sorrow"
At the end of this sentence, there is a personal signature, which is the "White Emperor".
Li Jianzhong looked back at the lyrics, counted them carefully, and suddenly smiled with relief after counting: "What a white emperor, let me drink eight glasses of wine for one song, so raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow, let's go out to dinner and drink some tonight." β
"Are you okay, boss?"
When everyone heard this, they immediately joked.
Li Jianzhong was rarely stiffened: "I'm afraid of a bird, all day long, if you don't get drunk tonight, you won't return!" β
"Cow's!"
"But this song ......"
"Heart-piercing, it sounds so heart-wrenching!"
"When I heard the chorus, I instantly broke the defense."
"I feel very good about this song, like the kind of wine that looks not high in degree, and the more you drink it, the more you drink!"
"What do you think?"
"What else can you see!"
"Recommend it to Toutiao!"
"You still laugh at the arrogant name of the White Emperor, I don't say how good the melody and lyrics of this song are, just this promotional copy is not something that ordinary people can come up with."
"Damn!"
"Aren't you laughing at him too?"
"I think the name of the White Emperor is too big, but the song is also really powerful, a bit of a double meaning of lyrics and songs, almost to the extreme of lyrical slow songs, okay, okay, don't force Lai Lai, hurry up and work one by one!"
Qin Zhou.
Eight o'clock in the evening.
The first cry of the nightingale.
Huozhuoyun "Dispel Sorrow" was launched.
At the same time, a number of players working with Myth arranged for the song to be launched at the same time.
And when the resource promotion of the song started on the homepage of the player, the employees of Huoyaoyun could finally get off work, shouting that they were going to drink, and some people hummed softly in their mouths:
"A glass of moonlight ......"
Li Jianzhong glanced back at the season list again, and said in an uncertain, subtle and inexplicable tone:
"Is this thing in suspense again?"
"Shhhh
Everyone couldn't help but look stunned.
Although this song made the social animal silent and broke the defense, in the final analysis, it is a song that is a pure newcomer from the lyrics to the singing, and it is scheduled to be launched on the fifth day, so it should not be ......
Right?
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ps: Thank you [Vera 0205] for becoming the first silver big bud in this book, the rich woman is awesome (broken sound), I wish you eternal happiness!