Chapter 8

Before long, several musicians invited by Xu Tailang on the phone arrived.

The most advanced is a middle-aged man with five big and three thick hair. He looks a few years older than Xu Tailang. He has a Chinese character face, short hair, a mustache and bright eyes.

"Prodigal Son, what kind of song is it that calls me here so early in the morning? You'll have to pay me double later! "

"Double is not enough, at least five times!" Another voice suddenly sounded behind the middle-aged man, and then a little old man flashed out.

"well, twice as much, five times as much as five times, you are the big guys, you has the final say!" Xu Tailang said with a smile that he didn't seem to care how many times the price.

The little old man was followed by a young man in his twenties. He was carrying a piano box in one hand, next to the little old man. He had never spoken since he entered the door. He should be calm.

Seeing these three people appear, Xu Tailang let out a little breath, but he still kept looking at the door.

Finally, the last figure appeared, but it was an old man who looked like Xu Tailang. He was calm and calm, but his eyes were a little smart, and seemed to have light. As soon as he came in, several other people could not help standing on one side, looking very respectful.

In this situation, Chen Feng and an ruohua dare not speak out. Although Chen Feng and Xu Tailang are very familiar, he has never seen the musicians in front of him.

It turns out that Xu Tailang always has something to press the bottom of the box!

When all the people arrived, Xu Tailang put away his lazy appearance. He solemnly introduced himself to both sides.

"His name is Chen Feng. He is a bassist who has just been abandoned by a small band. Well, he wrote a good song. I think he is worthy of your skills Well, the girl next to her is an ruohua, Chen Feng's girlfriend. "

After a brief introduction of Chen Feng, Xu Tailang turned to introduce several musicians.

Zhang Li, a middle-aged man with Chinese character face, is a drummer. It is said that he once played drums in several first-class rock bands. As for why he has mixed up like this now, it must be inconvenient to talk about.

Wang Jinghong, a little old man who is clamoring for five times his salary, was known as the first guitarist in Kyoto when he was young. He is a master of technology, but now he is old and has turned to bass. As for guitar, he left it to his proud disciple, that is, the young man around him, Wang Jinghe.

Wang Jinghe is an orphan adopted by Wang Jinghong. He has been wandering around with Wang Jinghong since he was a child. He doesn't like to talk, but he is a good man who knows his kindness. Wang Jinghong once drove him away several times to develop his career, but Wang Jinghe stubbornly stayed, and he insisted on supporting Wang Jinghong.

His name is Xu Zhen. He used to be the chief conductor of the first orchestra in Beijing. He has extraordinary sound perception and abnormal requirements for intonation. During his tenure, he never made any mistakes in any performance.

Of course, it's more important to be my father

After introducing each other, the musicians were still indifferent to Chen Feng. Except for the little old man like an old urchin who had a few words with Chen Feng, the other three simply nodded to him as a greeting.

Chen Feng didn't mind about it. He had enough ambivalence to face everything.

What's more, it's not a bad thing for talented people to be a little proud.

However, when Xu Tailang handed over the lyrics and scores of "mortal song" to these people, the situation soon changed.

"Why? It's a good song. Well, if you think about this word carefully, you'll have a lot of stamina! " After reading the score, drummer Zhang Li's eyes to Chen Feng changed completely. The original feeling of not getting close to strangers changed into keen appreciation.

Wang Jinghong is immersed in "mortal song" for a long time, he was a little noisy old man, but now he became calm. But Wang Jinghe, who was beside him, nodded to Chen Feng again with a smile. Obviously, he was sincere this time.

Xu Zhen is also very serious, but he has been frowning, after reading, he directly said to Xu Tailang, take a pen!

Xu Tailang seemed to be ready and immediately handed over a pencil.

Xu Zhen didn't ask Chen Feng's opinion, so he revised the composition several times. After a few minutes, he nodded his head with satisfaction, and then handed Chen Feng the revised new composition.

Well Chen Feng was a little confused and took over the new song. He couldn't help muttering: this old man is too arrogant. Is he really changing other people's things without saying a word?

However, when Chen Feng browsed the revised new song, he immediately gave Xu Zhen a thumbs up.

It has to be said that Xu Zhen is really powerful. On the basis of Chen Feng's original arrangement, he only revised a few wrong harmony notes and adjusted the orchestration of several paragraphs. Suddenly, the arrangement of the whole song seems to have become a lot of high-end atmosphere.How many years of cultivation do you have to have? Chen Feng's sincere admiration.

"Your name is Chen Feng? Well, I can see that your basic skills are not bad. However, you still need more accumulation and training in music arrangement. In the future, you should learn more and see more. Don't be complacent. " Xu Zhen took a look at Chen Feng and said in a deep voice.

Chen Feng was a little flattered, so he quickly said, "OK, sir, I will remember your instruction."

After this exchange, several people gradually became familiar with each other. Later, Xu Tailang took everyone into the studio.

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Recording songs is a very painful thing, especially when it comes to a strict authority.

Xu Zhen is so strict with the intonation, rhythm and breath of the recording that no mistakes are allowed. Not only Chen Feng, but also the other three accompanist musicians have suffered his anger to varying degrees.

"The guitar is in the wrong place, start over again!"

"The drum beat is slow, start again!"

"Chen Feng, where is your intonation? The first word deviates, don't you know? "

……

Zhang Li's face was muddled.

Wang Jinghe was stunned.

Chen Feng was confused.

Even the onlooker, Xu Tailang, was unable to see it any more.

"Dad, don't be so strict. Besides, recording can be done later. Even if it's a little bit worse, it can be adjusted. We don't have to..."

However, before Xu Tailang finished his words, Xu Zhen yelled at him directly: "get out!"

"Ah, what?" Xu Tailang looks confused.

"I told you to get out!" Xu Zhen began to blow his beard and stare.

"OK, I'll go out. I'll go out right now..." Xu Tailang immediately ran away in a panic, and all the recording engineers around him covered their mouths and couldn't help laughing.

Miserable, it's too miserable. He shouldn't have called the old man!

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