At this moment, Wang Mo was standing in the middle of the office, looking indifferent.

Liu Zhengwen tilted his head to look at him on the left.

Yuan Xiong tilted his head to look at him on the right.

The two crooked-necked uncles looked at Wang Mo, and both of them had an expression on their faces: "Did we hear it wrong?" Wang Mo actually wants to take this order? ”

The crooked two looked at each other, making sure they had heard correctly.

Liu Zhengwen swallowed his saliva, and finally said with difficulty: "Wang Mo, you ...... Know Cantonese? ”

Wang Mo smiled innocently: "I understand a little." ”

But I know a little bit.

Liu Zhengwen was stunned when he heard these two words now, and it was difficult for him to distinguish the true meaning of these two words. Two days ago, a newcomer came to the composition department, and he asked the other party how well he composed, and the other party said that he understood a little. At that time, Liu Zhengwen was so excited that he almost jumped up, thinking that he had recruited a big guy, but later after the assessment, he found that the other party really only understood a little.

Nima......

But it was Yuan Xiong who was even more devastated, he roared in a low voice: "Labor and management sleep with you every day, why don't you know that you can speak Cantonese?" ”

Wang Mo hadn't spoken yet.

Liu Zhengwen was already stunned: "You ...... You two, every day...... Sleep...... Together? ”

Yuan Xiong frowned: "Is there a problem?" ”

Ha?

Is there a problem?

Liu Zhengwen was blindsided by Yuan Xiong's rhetorical question.

In this instant, he had already turned eighteen corners in his heart, and then narrowed the distance between him and the two without a trace: "No...... Issue. ”

Of course, two words were added in my heart: "...... It's weird. ”

As the order was confirmed.

So Wang Mo quickly left Liu Zhengwen's office and prepared to go home.

On the road.

Yuan Xiong still asked unrelentingly: "You tell me honestly, when will you be able to speak Cantonese." ”

Wang Mo does know Cantonese, but he learned it after he went to Yangcheng for three years in his previous life, and it was only to the point where he could barely communicate with people, and he was far from proficient.

Faced with Yuan Xiong's questioning, Wang Mo said casually: "I learned from TV." ”

Learned from TV?

Yuan Xiong was stunned for a moment, but soon remembered that in the recent evening, Wang Mo really likes to watch original Hong Kong films, and he really does not rule out this possibility. Although Yuan Xiong feels that it is ridiculous to be able to learn Cantonese based on a few Hong Kong films, he can still accept Wang Mo's extraordinary talent inadvertently.

After all, geniuses can't be judged by common sense.

I don't know when, in Yuan Xiong's heart, Wang Mo has been upgraded from a good-looking dog to a genius boy, and he will comfort himself with the fact that the other party is a genius for anything unreasonable.

This invisibly made Wang Mo a lot less troublesome.

……

Back home.

Yuan Xiong immediately went to the kitchen, because Wang Mo had completed Gao Niu's list, so tonight's meal was very rich.

Four big crabs, two catties of skin shrimp, a grouper, plus other meat and vegetables, this is the dish Yuan Xiong bought tonight.

A lavish dinner visible to the naked eye.

When Yuan Xiong was busy in the kitchen.

Wang Mo, who was sitting on the sofa, called out the system: "System, I want to customize the song." ”

Then, he silently recited the requirements of "Cantonese culture" in his heart.

System: [Generating the most suitable song for the host...... Generating ......]

About a minute passed.

A line of words appeared in the system: [After deducting 500,000, congratulations to the host for winning the song "Digital Life". 】

"Digital life?"

When he saw the title of the song, Wang Mo was in a trance for a moment.

As far as he can remember, it seems that he has never heard the name of this song.

"Listen to the song!"

He muttered silently.

In the next second, the singing voice of "Digital Life" sounded in his head, and at the same time, he could see the illusory lyrics in front of his eyes.

It's magical.

When he first saw the lyrics, Wang Mo's eyes straightened: "There are still such songs?" ”

Then the song covered his mind.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Until the end of the song, Wang Mo did not recover from the shock.

"It's incredible, it's incredible, there is such a song......"

After a long time.

He shook his head with emotion, his eyes full of amazement and admiration.

But soon, Wang Mo made another difficulty.

First: Does this song meet the official requirements of "Cantonese culture"? Because he feels that although "Digital Life" is very amazing, he can't see where this song promotes Cantonese culture.

Second: Wang Mo racked his brains, and he didn't expect anyone in the company to be able to sing this song. Even he expanded the scope to the entire music world, but he didn't find a suitable singer to sing "Digital Life".

Regarding these two doubts, the first point Wang Mo didn't worry too much, because he believed that since the system gave him this song, it was estimated that it must be the most suitable, but now he didn't think of the reason.

That's the second problem......

After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Mo still couldn't figure out who can be qualified for "Digital Life" in today's music world.

"Isn't it, no one can sing this song?"

That's embarrassing.

He rubbed his eyebrows, what if no one could sing it well?

……

"Let's eat."

Yuan Xiong's greeting pulled Wang Mo back from his contemplation.

Steamed crab, steamed shrimp with garlic vermicelli, braised grouper, stir-fried meat with chili pepper that has not changed for 10,000 years, plus a wheat cabbage.

Five dishes, Wang Mo was full of oily paste.

Yuan Xiong took a crab and nibbled on it and said, "I saw you pondering just now, thinking about Cantonese songs?" ”

Wang Mo nodded: "Yes." ”

Yuan Xiong said: "Don't tell me, you have already done it again." ”

Last time Gao Niu's order, Wang Mo took out "Sweet and Sour is Me" for a meal, which stunned Yuan Xiong. That's why he asked at this moment.

"Nope."

Wang Mo didn't dare to say that he had indeed completed the order, otherwise it was estimated that Yuan Xiong would be scared to death.

Just said: "I have a little clue, but not much......"

Yuan Xiong nodded, inexplicably relieved in his heart, this is normal.

Otherwise, every time it is a meal to get a song, a genius can't do it so against the sky.

After nibbling on the crab in his hand, Yuan Xiong took the opportunity to get the second one.

Unexpectedly, Wang Mo snatched the last crab on the plate.

Yuan Xiong said angrily: "Four crabs, two for each person, what is the reason for you to eat three alone?" ”

Wang Momei nibbled on the crab roe and said: "This thing eats too much and has high uric acid, you are old, eat less, otherwise you will be prone to gout." I was young and could bear it, and I was able to bear the pain. So I'm looking out for you, you know? ”

“……”

Yuan Xiong took a deep breath and was speechless.

……

Three days later, when Liu Zhengwen asked Wang Mo again about the progress of the order for "Cantonese culture".

Wang Mo felt that it was almost over, so he said: "I have already written the song, and I will send it to Mr. Liu's mailbox." ”

"Is it really written?"

Liu Zhengwen saw that Wang Mo actually really got the order for a Cantonese song, and his heart was a little tumbling.

Then, he received a new email in his mailbox.

When I opened it, it was the song file sent by Wang Mo.

As always, including: sheet music, electronic demos.

"The song is called 'Digital Life'?"

After Liu Zhengwen downloaded the file, he was about to click on the electronic sample to listen to the song, but his eyes glanced at the song sheet.

The next second, his eyes widened.

the groove.

What the heck?

30624700？

30624770？

534202 13942？

How can it all be numbers?

Are you poisoned in your mailbox, and the lyrics are all parsed into irregular numbers?

rubbed his eyes, and then immediately called Wang Mo: "Wang Mo, are you sure that the lyrics are not wrong?" ”

Wang Mo: "No. ”

Liu Zhengwen: "But...... How are they all numbers? ”

Wang Mo: "The name of the song is "Digital Life", of course, there are only numbers. ”

“……”

Liu Zhengwen paused for a while before saying, "Big brother, are you kidding me?" How can any song be all digital? What the hell are you doing? ”

"Don't think about it, listen to the song first."

After Wang Mo finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Liu Zhengwen clicked on the electronic sample with a puzzled face.

When I heard this, I was stunned.

I didn't expect those seemingly irregular numbers to be really lyrics.

And, it seems to sound pretty good?

Of course, what especially surprised Liu Zhengwen was that these numbers were sung in Cantonese, so although it looked very strange, it was indeed a Cantonese song.

Listened all the way.

Until the climax part begins.

Suddenly!

The speed of the cyborg voice seemed to turn into a raging storm, and the numbers sprayed out like dense raindrops:

“0434 0434 0232 0232 0646 0646 0878 0878 0515 0515 0242 0242 0696 0696 0272 0272……”

Strong rhythms.

Shocking rhythm.

Like a machine gun, it pierced Liu Zhengwen's body and soul in an instant, making him stand in place as if he had been struck by lightning, and he didn't recover from the numbness in the middle of the sound.

Until the end of the song.

Liu Zhengwen touched his forehead, and a dense layer of sweat actually appeared.

Listening to a song, he actually heard a sweat, which was an unprecedented experience for him.

"This kind of song...... Such a song...... Wang Mo, this kid is not a pervert, he is simply crazy. ”

Liu Zhengwen wanted to evaluate the song, but found that he was short of words, and he couldn't think of the right words to describe it.

Listened to it again.

The more I listened to it, the more I felt that this song seemed to have a lot of charm, although it was just a simple number composition, it was far from being comparable to those saliva songs on the market today.

Even, Liu Zhengwen tried to sing a few words along, but he almost died on the spot...... This song sounded very rhythmic, but he didn't expect it to be so explosive that he was so scared that he didn't dare to try it easily.

But soon.

He had another doubt rising in his mind: Does such a song meet the requirements of "Cantonese culture"? Anyway, from Liu Zhengwen's point of view, this song "Digital Life" can't be seen to promote Cantonese culture.

"No matter, send the song over there first."

For Wang Mo, Liu Zhengwen gradually had a kind of blind confidence in his heart.

He believes that since Wang Mo wrote "Digital Life", it must have a deep meaning. If you can't see how it promotes Cantonese culture, it's definitely not that the songs are not good, but that you can't do it.

……

Yangcheng, Guangdong Province.

In the official headquarters of "Cantonese Culture", a conference room.

Several men in suits and leather shoes were in a meeting, and their faces were full of sorrow on each other's faces.

The gray-suited man at the head sighed: "Is it that our bid is too low?" ”

A man in a black suit shook his head: "I have inquired about the composition industry, and the price of a song is 2.8 million, which is already the top offer." ”

The man in the gray suit frowned: "Then why do we only have a few people to take our order?" Until now, more than a dozen composers have submitted works, and the quality of each piece is unimpressive? ”

"This ......"

The rest of the people looked embarrassed.

Indeed, after they solicited propaganda songs for "Cantonese culture" from all over the country, only 13 songs have been submitted so far.

And the quality of these submissions is indescribable.

Anyway, none of the songs got into their eyes.

What are they?

Nothing more than:

"Cantonese is good, Cantonese is wonderful, I learned Cantonese quack."

"Let the whole world learn Cantonese."

"If you don't learn Cantonese, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

and so on, lyrics like this, vulgar and unbearable, spicy eyes.

The man in the gray suit sighed: "The purpose of collecting propaganda songs of 'Cantonese culture' from the whole society is actually to let the Chinese people become interested in Cantonese after listening to the propaganda songs, and then take the initiative to understand Cantonese culture and get in touch with the mysteries of Cantonese...... Unexpectedly, the dream is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. Now I can't even collect songs. ”

Between words.

A young man in charge of collecting songs suddenly had a light in his eyes: "President, someone has submitted again." ”

The man in the gray suit also came to the spirit: "Is it reliable?" ”

The young man said: "The contributor is Yunhai Media. ”

"Yo!"

When the chairman heard this, his expression became a little excited: "Yunhai Media is one of the three giants of Huaxia Entertainment Company, and their submissions should be of great quality and fast!" Plug in the projector and let's see the songs they pitched. ”

"Okay."

The young man hurriedly connected the computer to the projector, then opened the mailbox and clicked on the song sheet.

Then.

A series of dense numbers appeared in front of everyone.

The people in the conference room looked at the numbers on the song sheet and were all dumbfounded.

"This ......"

"What the hell!"

"Teasing us?"

"It's insulting, isn't it?"

"This is a song written by the composer of Yunhai Media?"

"What the hell!"

Everyone looked at each other, their faces full of absurdity.

After the initial shock, the president's lungs were about to explode: "It's so unusual, is it that some people see us as official and bully us for not knowing music, so any cat or dog dares to contribute?" When we are Kaizi? Turn it off! ”

"Good...... Good. ”

The young man nodded repeatedly.

While he hurriedly turned off the song score, he secretly said that this is really the work of the composer of Yunhai Media?

How can it be so unreliable!

Could it be that someone is pretending to be the composer of Yunhai Media and trying to fool us?

Well, that's definitely the case!

Due to excessive nervousness.

When the young man turned off his mailbox, he accidentally clicked on the electronic sample of the song.

When he landed, the singing voice wafted out.

The young man's palms were sweaty, and he wanted to forcibly shut down the phone.

But in the next second, the president stopped him, and a trace of strangeness appeared on his face: "And electronic samples?" Xiao Dong, don't turn it off, listen to it first. ”

You can't guess why I chose this song...... Ha ha.

(End of chapter)