Chapter 287

"Ah, no... Office space?" he certainly won't and can't make a mistake. The songs are singing here: "was it the headquarters of Standard Chartered Bank before?"

"Yes, it was a bank before liberation, but not a few years after liberation. Later it became an office space, but there were many companies in and out, and no company could use it for a long time."

Big Mao continued to explain that he knew not only the 18th, but also all the buildings in the street outside.

When I was a child, he was also the most beautiful boy in this "Gai", okay?

"Then there will be no mistake, hahaha... Great, really great."

Without warning, Gao Mu began to laugh on his hips and went crazy.

The big Maos looked at each other and wondered whether they needed to be sent to the hospital. They were also familiar with humin road Jingwei center.

Seeing Wang Feifei embarrassed, she quickly patted Gao mu on the back: "have you had enough laughter?"

Cough, cough

The power of shooting is not small. Gao Mu almost lost his breath. Wang Feifei can only continue to pat gently. The power changes and relaxation is moderate.

"Something laughs inexplicably. It's wrong to laugh."

The "villain" complained first. It was obviously she who hurt him. He just put the responsibility on Gao Mu himself.

"Hehe, it's mainly because I thought of a happy thing. Hey, don't laugh and don't talk. Brother Mao, let's listen to your arrangement. How's it going?"

Happy to be happy, but I don't know if it's OK. He's not going to talk here.

"OK, come into the room."

Big brother Mao took the lead to turn around, walked into the room they came out before, and gave Gao Mu and Wang Feifei a pair of earphones.

Music plays

... end of music

Gao Mu took off her headphones. Wang Feifei put her hands on the headphones and stared at her shoes in a daze.

"It's silly to listen. If you sing so badly, can you listen to it?"

Gao Mu came forward to help her take off her headphones. There was no suitable singer. It was Da Mao's own voice. His voice was not suitable for these songs at all.

So Gao Mu wants to wash his ears. He is different from Wang Feifei. For him, these songs are familiar and the best version sung by the most suitable people.

So big Mao's loud voice sounded like the biggest failure to him.

Of course, his purpose of listening to the music is to listen to the melody of the music and whether their arrangement can meet his heart requirements, not to listen to the lyrics.

So at the back, Da Mao's voice was automatically shielded by him, and he hummed and cooperated silently.

Big Mao felt his long hair very embarrassed. He knew what Gao Mu said.

To be honest, he himself doesn't like it. Since Shangguan mintao left many years ago, they have embarked on the road of rock and roll.

I like to break my throat. For some songs that need delicate treatment, I can't sing that flavor.

Once you enter rock, it's as deep as the sea. Since then, you don't know your tenderness?

"Is there a pure version?"

"Pure enjoyment?"

"Just without you."

"Oh, yes, yes."

Big Mao Zhen was in front of his face with one hand. He wanted to show a better effect. Look at the integration of poetry and music. As a result, Gao Mu said that he was worthless and completely added to the snake.

"Just give me the blank one. After the rest of the month, you can play as you want." Gao Mu took over another arrangement and accompaniment from Da Mao: "however, I advise you not to sing by yourself, but you can find a suitable person to sing. You'd better change the style of your band."

Anyway, in Gao Mu's memory, there is no impression of Da Mao, so it is likely that they have played underground all their life.

This time, with him, they were given such a good opportunity. In fact, they can change their thinking. Rock and roll can not die, but the road is not wide.

Maybe changing the road and changing gears will have different results?

Although the music major of mordu university is not as good as the junior college, it still has all kinds of internal organs. The school also has a recording studio and talents in this field.

When Gao Mu gave Wang Feifei some samples, Wang Feifei mentioned it.

However, Gao Mu still didn't use the school's resources, but spent weeks asking Shangguan mintao to help.

There are many reasons for this, mainly because he doesn't want to make a lot of noise in the school. In the next few years, he doesn't want to affect his school life because of these things that have nothing to do with his main business.

In school, it's hard to hide. In case the people who do it know it, they will be bored to death.

He didn't even tell Wang Feifei completely, and he didn't want others to know.

When I promised Wang Feifei to take over this big trouble, I mainly looked at Wang Feifei's face and gave back President Wang's help.

Of course, what Wang Feifei said is also right. If he can help her run the show well, it will be very good for him in the past few years at school.

If the relationship is good, the surrounding environment will be more relaxed and he can stay more comfortable.

And now it seems that it can help Da Mao and add some income to them.

Art is a loser. They need money if they want to play well and really play tricks.

"We've been thinking about what you said recently. In addition, we're ready to publicize the recording studio. It's a waste to leave such good equipment vacant."

About the recording studio, Shangguan mintao had advised them long ago, hoping that they would not waste it in their own hands all the time.

It was not until the arrival of Gao Mu that they tasted the sweetness of arranging music and recording for others that they completely decided to go abroad.

I didn't make a profit. It's all about cost recovery. It's better to have something than nothing!

"Just figure it out. If any of my friends need it in the future, I'll introduce them to you. That's all for today. I'll take the tape back first. I'll come to you if there's any problem."

"Well, thank you very much."

In this order, they confiscated Gao Mu's money, but they earned more than Gao Mu gave them.

The free use of these songs is much more valuable than the labor cost they charge.

"Eh, isn't it?" Gao Mu was about to leave. He found that Wang Feifei was still in a daze, so he came forward and gently grabbed her shoulder: "go, go back."

"Wait, let me take a breath." finally out of the dull state: "people's Square to eat fried chicken, and the 18th are songs?"

"Yes, otherwise you think..."

"Did they write it?"

Wang Feifei made a circle of several people with one finger.

"It's true." Gao Mu winked at several people and continued to answer: "however, there is also my credit, which is our cooperation."

"Oh, so it is."

Suddenly, Gao Mu's answer made Wang Feifei understand why she didn't find someone to arrange music in school.

"Come on, let's go back first. If you have any questions, I'll explain them to you on the way."

Afraid that the people around him could not hold their breath, Gao Mu wanted to leave here quickly.

When they came, it was the back door. When they left, they agreed to go through the front door, so they crossed the bar hall and went in the other direction.

A dark and heavy soundproof door was opened, and Gao Mu's steps just ready to step out were taken back. Outside the door stood a teenage girl with one hand held high, also just ready to pull the door.

"Xiao Ling, why are you here?"

Big Mao looked at the little girl in surprise.

"My mother asked me to bring you something to eat. She said you were becoming sloppy."

The little girl is not very old. She looks very smart. She is mainly talking. The tone of voice has its own turn. She is very whiny.

This tone is very Shanghai.

"Hey, hey, thank your mother. You don't go to school today?"

"Aso, this weekend. Hey, it seems that what my mother said is true."

People are big ghosts, and ghosts shake their heads. What big Mao and others can only say is hey hey.

"It's the weekend. That's just right. We're free today. I'll give you a new song to practice your voice!"

Gao Mu had left with a smile, but the steps he had just raised were put down again.

Followed by Wang Feifei, who raised her feet, almost hit him on the back.

"What's the girl's name and who are you?"

The more you look at it, the more it looks like. Although you are not old, you have a big outline.

"Her name is Xiao Ling. She is the landlord's daughter. She will learn to sing with us when she is free?"

"Learn to sing with you!"

Gao Mu wants to smash all the water from the Huangpu River into Da Mao's face. He teaches such a girl to sing in a high voice?

Kill a thousand dollars!