NOVEL WEB Chapter 2
After accepting his new identity, Xia Haoyang arrived at the Jiahua Building on Shangdi 11rd Street in Yancheng at 22 a.m. His music studio is on the nd floor of the building.
As soon as he entered the company, Xiao Liu at the front desk said to Xia Haoyang: "Mr. Xia, these faxes are for you."
"Oh, let me have a look."
"for you."
After receiving the fax handed to him by the girl at the front desk, Xia Haoyang walked to his office while reading it. When he reached the door of the office and was about to open the door and enter, a tall and handsome young man patted Xia Haoyang on the shoulder.
"Brother Haoyang, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, God's gift, it's nothing, just a few singing dates."
"Let me take a look, it's not bad. This is the song list from Yi Mi Studio. Requirements: Chinese style, positive energy, vocal range C3-B4. It is best not to exceed B3, so that it can catch up with this year's Spring Festival Gala. The price is easy to negotiate. Tsk tsk , this is a gift of money."
"Oh, this, Zhou Lun, the king of Wanwan, has created a new song with lyrics. Request: Chinese style is also acceptable, but preferably a suspense story with a dark style. Isn't this the style of a nocturne? Isn't Zhou Tianwang and the great master Fang Shan always playing this tune? Well, why are you suddenly asked to fill in this style of lyrics?"
"Look at this again, ah, it's Aunt Huang Shan who is releasing a new album that lacks a title song. Requirements: Autumn theme, resentful woman style, suitable for her whispering pronunciation, range Bb2-B6. I'll go for B6, Aunt Huang As expected, it’s our mom. She has to kneel down for this. There aren’t many people in B5 in China. This song is difficult to write. It has to be skillful, difficult and sounds good. It’s not easy for Huang Ma to make money.”
"This is good, this can make a lot of money. I am collecting theme songs for a new Chinese-style online game from Centen Technology. I like to deal with their technology company giants. I am happy to pay more." Li Tianci was very satisfied with this order.
Li Tianci, Xia Haoyang's college classmate, formed a band together on campus and was the band's bassist. Now he works as a sound engineer in Xia Haoyang's studio. The sound engineer also has another name that everyone may be more familiar with - sound engineer. The legendary million-dollar sound repair engineer can make the songs sung by anyone in the recording studio into the level of kings and queens, ensuring that you will not be able to tell that it is your own voice.
Of course, Li Tianci is still far from reaching the million-level level, but he is still considered a leader among the younger generation. He graduated last year and is a talent that major music companies want to poach. Being encouraged by Xia Haoyang to start a business together, he immediately agreed. He usually played in a band, and when singers recorded songs, he would come to Fat Cat Studio to fix the sound. He was enjoying himself. Li Tianci was also one of the owners of Fat Cat Studio.
"Brother Haoyang, what do you think of these orders? Which ones should you accept? I think except for Mother Huang, this one is a bit more difficult. With your talent, the others should be fine. However, Mother Huang does not require time. If it wasn't urgent, I think you could win it."
"Let me think about it. Why did you come to the company today?"
"Hey, it's okay. It's just that the little girl hasn't finished recording yesterday. I'll continue recording this morning. I just took a break and went out to relax. I suffered a lot while recording her songs."
"Are you talking about the coal boss's daughter? The one who wants to release her own single and put it on the Internet."
"Yeah, she's obviously tone-deaf, but she still feels good about herself and has to be a singer and release a single. Not for the sake of money. I would have killed her a long time ago. The noise has polluted my ears for two days. No, I'm recording today. Finished, wash your ears well at night."
"Okay, you can take care of this matter yourself. Just finish recording her quickly and make money. I'll go in and you'll be busy."
"Yeah, okay. Then I'll record the song first, and we'll have dinner together later, Brother Haoyang."
"Well, okay!"
After closing the door of the office, Xia Haoyang sighed deeply. How should I live my life? I don't have Xia Haoyang's talent and I can't be a porter. It's a shame that this studio can continue to operate.
I took the air conditioner remote control on the table and pressed the 25° cold air. In fact, it is only January now, and the outdoor temperature in Yancheng is 6°, which is quite cold. However, Xia Haoyang, who weighs 220 kilograms, was sweating all over after walking from the rental house to the studio for only ten minutes. In fact, what made him even more upset and restless was his lack of optimism about the future.
3 hours later.
"Brother Haoyang, let's go eat. Damn it, we're finally done recording." Li Tianci opened the door to Xia Haoyang's office.
I saw Xia Haoyang sitting on the chair in the office with a frown on his face, holding in his hands several faxes of song invitations that he received today.
"Well, what's wrong, Brother Haoyang. Why do you feel weird today? You always feel a lot deeper. What are you thinking about?"
"It's okay. Maybe I didn't sleep well yesterday. Let's go and get something to eat." Xia Haoyang smoothly changed the topic, turned over several invitation playlists and placed them on the desk, and stood up.
"Oh, let's go, where should we go to eat, Hongmao or oat noodles?"
"Let's go to the Xinan restaurant downstairs. I want spicy food today."
"Xinan cuisine, no, don't you always advise us to eat less spicy food? You say that our musicians' voices are precious. That's okay, Xinan food is Xinan food. The weather is quite cold, so eat something spicy to warm it up."