Chapter 855: Recording (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

Chapter 855: Recording (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

Gao Wen is in a practice room of UC Media. She will have a dance performance at the annual meeting tomorrow.

Bai Jiji was telling her about her recent work arrangements. She had almost no work except for the Spring Festival Gala. Her vacation lasted until the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, and then there was the Lantern Festival party, but this time it was just her. After that, she had to run Male recording.

“Ah, did you start recording so early?” Gao Wen, who was pressing her legs, was startled when she heard this time.

"It's getting late. We record twice a month, two episodes at a time. It's easier to arrange the time." Bai Jiji has read the scripts of the previous episodes, and she feels that this variety show may be popular.

"And there are other work arrangements this year. The second season of In My Name will definitely be filmed. Then, do you remember the other script I got at that time?" Bai Xuji was looking through his work. plan.

Gao Wen was stunned for a moment when he heard this question, and then thought about it, "You mean that costume drama? It seems like one person needs to play two roles."

"Well, he only gave me an outline of the script at that time, and I was just thinking about whether I could make this project." Bai Ji looked up at Gao Wen, and once again felt that this child's luck was really good, which was a bit exaggerated.

Girls' Generation is facing disbandment due to Xu Ziwen's withdrawal, and Dong Qin has also begun to turn behind the scenes, so almost all the traffic of Girls' Generation has been inherited by Gao Wen. Of course, a lot will be lost during this period, but for Gao Wen personally, it is a huge loss. A good thing.

Although Bai Ji has some regrets about her girlhood, she knew this from the beginning, so most of her attention was on Gao Wen before.

 “Want to shoot?” Gao Wen only listened to an introduction at that time, but she didn’t expect Bai Ji to take it so seriously.

"In China, costume dramas are more popular than fashion dramas." Bai Xuji decided to go to the young master soon to see if she could get his support. If so, she would find someone to perfect the script. .

Bai Ji walked to Gao Wen's side and reached out to touch her long, silky hair. "I've accepted so many favors, and I don't know how you're going to repay him in the future."

Gao Wen's expression stiffened for a moment, and then she smiled, "Sister Bai, what are you talking about?"

Bai Xuji also smiled and said, "Forget it, this is your own business anyway."

Gao Wen wanted to say something more, but Xu Ziwen came in from outside, "Hey, Xiaowen, where did Dong Qin go? She didn't answer my call."

Bai Ji looked at the eldest lady and said politely, "Dongqin, it seems that she went to the project department."

"Oh, I said why I can't find her." Xu Ziwen didn't pay attention. "My brother is going to the recording studio. Let me ask you if you should go together or wait here."

Gao Wen was just about to agree, but then turned around and saw Bai Ji's half-smiling expression, and immediately changed his words, "I'd better prepare the show here."

"Okay, let him go alone. It's quite boring." Xu Ziwen didn't plan to go. It's not like she had never done such things as recording songs.

 She took out her phone and sent a message to Xu Chuan, and then ran out of the door in a hurry.

“Hey, our eldest lady’s character is really carefree.”

“Yeah, sometimes I really envy her.” Gao Wen agreed with a smile.

“If her character were packaged, she might really attract fans, but it’s a pity that she went to school at this time, and her girlhood was also ruined. If there were only you and Dong Qin at that time..."

 “If it weren’t for Xiao Wenzi, there would be no Girls’ Generation,” Gao Wen retorted.

 Xu Chuan made it very clear at the time that he just wanted to find something for Xu Ziwen to do. Without Xu Ziwen, that guy would not have done such a troublesome thing.

Bai Xuji pushed up his glasses with his right hand, "Of course I understand what you said, but it's just a bit of a pity."

Girls’ Generation, if they continue to develop, their prospects will definitely not be limited to China. They already have fans in Japan, South Korea and Southeast Asia. The quality of those two albums is really too high.

However, these are meaningless. Gao Wen's development path will definitely change. Her singing skills really cannot support Girls' Generation, and singers are no longer popular now.

Among the three of them, Dong Qin is actually the best singer, but that girl is actually the most difficult to deal with. Not only can she really fight, but she also listens to Xu Chuan so much that she will do whatever the person asks her to do.

　　Hey, as an agent, she really has a headache.

 …

 Xu Chuan followed Zhou Hao to a recording studio called Aiyue in the XC District of Beijing. “This was newly opened by my friend last year. It’s not famous yet, but the equipment is definitely the best in Beijing.”

Xu Chuan and I walked inside while introducing each other, and stopped a staff member, "Where is your boss?"

“Teacher Feng is in the shed, I’ll go call him.” This person obviously knew Zhou Hao. After saying this, he asked another staff member to entertain him and went to find someone by himself.

After a while, the door of a recording studio opened, and a young man wearing a loose dark sweatshirt and a slightly chubby figure walked out, "Hey, Mr. Zhou, how can you, a busy man like you, have time to come to my place?"

 As soon as he opened his mouth, he knew that this person was very familiar with Zhou Hao.

“You are an artist now, so I don’t have the nerve to come and disturb you.” Zhou Hao greeted him with a smile.

"Let me introduce, this is Teacher Feng Guoyue Wang, my old classmate, and this is..." Zhou Hao was just about to introduce Xu Chuan, and Teacher Feng had already shouted out excitedly.

“Oh my god, isn’t this a great god?” Feng Guoyue almost jumped up. His eyes, which were originally narrowed to a line, stared out to the width of two lines.

Xu Chuan twitched the corner of his mouth and almost said to him, "Swear on the streets, be careful I'll beat you up."

 “Great God, I am your fan.”

This teacher Feng's excitement seems not to be fake, he always feels like a nerd, ready to pounce on him.

Feng Guoyue let them into the lounge and asked with excitement, "Isn't the master here to record songs today?"

 No nonsense, if I want to listen to cross talk, I need to come to your place, Xu Chuan complained in his heart.

But he said, "Indeed, I have a song that needs to be produced as soon as possible. Is it convenient for you?"

“You’re polite, of course it’s convenient. Isn’t it obvious that you’re here to give me face? If you need anything, just ask.”

“Well, I’m sorry, I’m really pressed for time, and I need to use ethnic instruments for the arrangement of this song.”

“Don’t worry, even if you need a chime, I can find it for you.” Feng Guoyue assured him, patting his chest.

"Okay, then you can find it. I really need a chime." Then Xu Chuan was not welcome.

I don’t know if Feng Guoyue was cursing in his heart, but Zhou Hao almost burst out laughing.

 After all the required equipment and personnel had arrived, Xu Chuan was already in working order.

He plans to record the song "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales" in this day. In reality, it is of course impossible, but he can cheat. According to the finished product, he has already completed most of the arrangement.

Now all he needs to do is that the band plays according to his score, and then corrects the flaws. Fortunately, these people are all professionals, and sometimes they can give some professional opinions.

However, the level of these people is certainly not as good as that of Teacher Wang Yuanli Wang, so they can only be regarded as passable.

 In Xu Chuan’s opinion, the arrangement part and the final mixing are the most troublesome, while recording the vocals is the easiest.

“How many more times will you not sing?” Feng Guoyue watched Xu Chuan sing it once and walked out of the recording studio. He felt that it could be improved. He still felt that the arrangement was too simple and lacked artistry.

 Xu Chuan yawned, "No need, it's for the Spring Festival Gala, it's not something particularly important."

Feng Guoyue was completely speechless after hearing what he said. This was probably the first person who didn't take the Spring Festival Gala seriously at all.

“Master, can you take a photo?” Feng Guoyue did not intend to ask for Xu Chuan’s money, but planned to make a connection.

Of course Xu Chuan nodded in agreement. Feng Guoyue handed the phone directly to a staff member, then arranged his clothes and stood with Xu Chuan. "Don't reveal the specific content of the song. The rest doesn't matter." Xu Chuan told him before leaving.

“Don’t worry, I know the rules.” Feng Guoyue agreed.

As soon as Xu Chuan left, he posted the photo on Twitter and added the sentence, "Today the master came to my recording studio to record a song." It successfully attracted traffic and aroused various comments.

Some people asked Xu Chuan if he was going to release a new song, and some asked where his recording studio was. Not only that, but some also guessed that Xu Chuan was preparing to perform at the Spring Festival Gala.

“Hey, it took so long.” It was almost five o’clock in the afternoon when he walked out of the recording studio. Xu Chuan stretched his neck and complained.

This was Zhou Hao's first time watching him record a song, and he felt it was a bit subversive of his knowledge. You must know that he has not been exposed to these things in the past two years. This is not the case when others record songs, and it is said that this song was finalized yesterday. of.

This is too fast. It only took five hours to complete the calculation, and this guy actually felt that it took too long. How could his colleagues explain it?

“You didn’t write this specifically for the Spring Festival Gala, right? It sounds very grand.”

Zhou Hao got into his car. This guy changed into a McLaren P1. After meeting Deng Cheng, he never returned on the road to supercars.

Xu Chuan leaned on his seat and said nonchalantly, "Let's do it, just take care of the errands." Xu Chuan would give this a 9 points for himself, one point less to avoid being proud of himself.

The engine roared and drove onto the main road, and it turns out that no matter how good a supercar is at this time, it will still be stuck on the road.

"Next time I'll ride a bicycle. I can get home in at least half an hour." Zhou Hao moved for nearly an hour during the five or six kilometers journey, and Xu Chuan almost got off the bus halfway.

“Damn, it’s not like you’ve worked hard to get to this point.” Zhou Hao, who was so irritated by the traffic jam, had forgotten that he was praising Xu Chuan’s speed before.

 It was almost six o'clock when he returned to the company. Everyone had already got off work, but the three girls were still waiting for him.

“Actually, you can go back first.” Xu Chuan looked at the three of them.

Xu Ziwen complained there, "We are waiting for you, I'm hungry."

"Okay, I'll take you to dinner." Zhou Hao said on the side, then took out his phone to reserve a seat, and called his girlfriend to ask Zhao Wen to come there after get off work.

When talking about the song on the way, Xu Chuan replied that it was already done, which did not cause any exclamation from the three girls. This was already Xu Chuan’s basic operation.

“By the way, you should also prepare a program for tomorrow’s annual meeting.” Zhou Hao said to Xu Chuan.

Xu Chuan curled his lips, "Why the **** do I pay them a salary and still have to perform on stage?"

“All the senior executives have prepared a show. Let’s have some fun. I’ve also prepared a magic trick.” Zhou Hao took them to a private restaurant. The boss, who was familiar with him, had prepared a private room.

"Tch", Xu Chuan sneered, and then remembered something, "How about you tell a cross talk joke with me." He still had a cross talk joke in his hand.

“Go away, you think I’m just like you Jinmen people, anyone can come on stage and do cross talk.” Of course Zhou Hao refused.

Xu Chuan glared directly, "Don't talk nonsense, not all of us can speak cross talk."

Then what should I do with his jokes? Isn’t it just that the pearls are covered in dust?

“Let me find you one. This year, bah, a kid we just signed last year seems to have learned cross talk before.” Zhou Hao thought of an actor who had just signed with their company.

“Okay, give me your phone number and I’ll contact him myself.”

A few people were chatting, and soon Zhao Wen arrived. They were all acquaintances, so they were not so polite.

After dinner, both parties went home. Looking at Xu Chuan's back, Zhou Hao sighed. Zhao Wen felt her boyfriend's complicated emotions on the side, "What's wrong? You won't quarrel anymore."

“Are you really good at joking, have I ever made a quarrel with him?” Zhou Hao looked at his girlfriend helplessly, and then started the car.

 “That’s what he did.”

“He seems to be warning me today.” Zhou Hao decided to tell Zhao Wen what happened, because this woman was actually smarter than him, especially in the workplace. She saw things more clearly.

 After listening to Zhou Hao's words, Zhao Wen said directly, "You deserve it."

“Hey, what are you talking about? I’m your boyfriend.”

“I didn’t expect my boyfriend to be so stupid. I want to reconsider whether to create the next generation with you. I think it will affect the child’s IQ.”

One sentence almost made Zhou Hao drive the car onto the sidewalk. This woman's mouth is so powerful that she has never won an argument.

"what do you mean?"

  Zhao Wen looked at him seriously, "Are you planning to turn UC Media into your own industry?"

"Of course not, and it's simply impossible. Even though that guy doesn't seem to have been in charge of the company, the financial and major decisions are not out of his control at all." You can indeed make some money in this process, but it is impossible to change the entire company. That's just nonsense.

"Then it's over. That guy is paving the way for Dong Qin. With his character, whoever stands in the way will die. If you don't want to usurp the throne, then just do what he says." Zhao Wen gave him a confused look. "If it was me who didn't need to remind him about this matter, I would have fired the troublemaker a long time ago."

Zhou Hao fell into silence. He seemed to think that this little girl Dong Qin rose to prominence too quickly. When she intervened in the company's management, he seemed to be a little resistant.

"Actually, if you want to leave UC, it's not impossible now. We have the connections and funds in the past two years, so you can do it on your own." Zhao Wen had already thought about this problem. Working for others, how could it be better than working for someone else? boss.

This woman's ambition has never been to be inferior to others.

Zhou Hao frowned, "I really haven't thought about this, and you think this industry is too simple. If it weren't for Master Xu's connections, UC Media wouldn't be able to develop so smoothly."

Many of those connections are for Xu Chuan's sake. How much influence I can have in them is really unknown.

Zhao Wen's eyes were shining. She knew that Zhou Hao was not the kind of character who could make a desperate move, and some matters needed long-term consideration.

 …

Wei Qi, a newcomer signed by the UC Media Artist Management Department, is still in his twenties after the Chinese New Year. He did not graduate from a serious film and television school. He studied cross talk for a few years before, but he did not become a teacher. When he was a teenager, he worked in several film and television cities in Hengdian. I moved around, climbing all the way from extras to special guest roles and then to some minor supporting roles.

Last year, he was spotted by the agent of UC Media and signed by chance. Those who were with him said that he got lucky.

He was rehearsing the program for tomorrow's annual meeting in his dormitory today. He and a few people arranged a skit. The company actually didn't have any requirements. Everyone just wanted to have fun, but the people below were more serious. Several senior officials would be there, in case they were People are attracted to it.

While reciting the lines, Wei Qi's phone rang, and he doubtfully answered the strange number that changed his life.

“Hello, Wei Qi, I’m Xu Chuan.”

The other person said something like this in a nonchalant manner, "Who is Xu Chuan?" ’ This was Wei Qi’s first thought, and then he almost fell off the bed.

"Mr. Xu, hello..." Well, he almost couldn't speak clearly.

 “Um, have you ever studied cross talk?”

“Yes, I studied it for a while when I was a child.”

 The person on the other side paused for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something, which caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on Wei Qi's forehead.

 Then I heard the other person say, "Tomorrow at the annual meeting, I will have a cross talk, please help me praise it."