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"Li Jian!"

Manager Da Fei coughed. Li Jian is a pure musician, which is why he has been tepid for so many years. Flexible people, bigger.

Li Jian was stunned, turned his head and saw Zhou Yuandong's livid face, and realized that his behavior just now was equivalent to directly slapping the producer's face, and he immediately felt a little embarrassed.

"Young man, think carefully before speaking. If you think my song is not good, then yours is good?" Zhou Yuandong looked at Zhao Fusheng coldly: "And if I remember correctly, Mr. Mu said, you This song was originally played and sung on guitar.”

Zhao Fusheng was not surprised that he would know this, Mu Qingqing would definitely tell Mu Qingwan, and it is impossible for Mu Qingwan to keep any news from Zhou Yuandong, this is a very normal thing.

"I sang with the guitar because there were no other musical instruments at the time. In fact..." Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhou Yuandong and shook his head: "Teacher Zhou, I don't think you understand the true meaning of this song."

"Ok?"

Zhou Yuandong was stunned for a moment, he could tell that Zhao Fusheng said this from the bottom of his heart.

How dare this guy look down on me!

As this thought flashed through Zhou Yuandong's mind, Zhao Fusheng looked at He Yunzhi and Mu Qingwan and said calmly, "You two, I want to talk to you, can you return this song to me?"

"This……"

He Yunzhi didn't expect that it would become like this. Originally, he just wanted to suppress Mu Qingwan, but it turned out that the original author of the song was dissatisfied with the song and wanted to buy back the copyright of the song.

"Mr. Zhao, are you joking with me?" He Yunzhi sneered and looked at Zhao Fusheng with sharp eyes.

Zhao Fusheng ignored her at all, but looked at Mu Qingqing: "If I remember correctly, when I first sold the song, I said that if you don't do well, I can buy it back, right?"

In fact, he just said casually at the time that neither Mu Qingqing nor Mu Qingwan took it seriously, but what he said now made this matter a bit embarrassing.

Especially Zhou Yuandong, his whole face turned red and he was speechless.

Before he could speak, Mu Qingwan shook her head: "I'm sorry, I can't agree to this matter. Why do you say that Mr. Zhou's composition is not as good as yours? If you have the ability to compose the composition, if we all think it's good, Just listen to it, otherwise, you need to apologize to all of us, because this song is the result of the joint efforts of all of us."

After all, no matter what, Zhou Yuandong was the only composer in his company that he could offer. It was impossible for Mu Qingwan not to take his side at this time. Even if she knew it was He Yunzhi's intentional result, she had to grit her teeth and swallow it.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "If it's not good, it's not good."

He didn't feel embarrassed at all. If this thing is wrong, it is wrong. If it doesn't sound good, it doesn't sound good. There is no reason to justify it.

If hard work should be respected, then there are too many people in this world who deserve to be respected.

The fact is that hard work may be respected by others, but it doesn't mean that if you work hard, you must be right.

"You..." Zhou Yuandong was in a hurry, pointing at Zhao Fusheng for a long time and was speechless.

There was a smile on the corner of He Yunzhi's mouth. Obviously, he was happy to see the current scene. As for Mu Qingwan, her expression was calm, making it impossible to see what she was thinking at this moment.

Mu Qingqing kept silent, but at this moment, the expression on her face was exactly the same as Mu Qingwan's, completely cold.

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Li Jian: "Brother Li, I have heard your song before."

"Oh?"

Li Jian was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that what Zhao Fusheng was talking about should be the band he formed when he was still in college. Shuimu Nianhua was a quite famous group back then.

Although he has withdrawn, even now, among the young people in China, he is quite appealing.

"Are you interested in re-arranging this song with me?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Li Jian and asked.

In any case, this song became popular in his hands in his previous life, and Zhao Fusheng didn't mind if he had the opportunity to return it to the other party.

"Then I'll try." Li Jian nodded. He also has the ability to write lyrics and compose music, otherwise he wouldn't be called a poet of music later on.

The two of them discussed the composition of the song as if no one was there, Mu Qingwan and the others were dumbfounded, but no one spoke. The only one who wanted to speak, Zhou Yuandong, was stopped by He Yunzhi with his gaze.

"Mr. Mu, Mr. He, I want to borrow your recording studio, is that okay?" Zhao Fusheng asked Mu Qingwan after finishing the discussion with Li Jian.

The two looked at each other, and Mu Qingwan finally nodded: "Okay, just say what you need."

After finishing speaking, he winked at Mu Qingqing, and a group of people actually retreated, leaving only Zhao Fusheng and Li Jian in the recording studio.

After walking out of the recording studio and making sure there was no other business inside, Mu Qingqing looked at Mu Qingwan and He Yunzhi strangely: "Auntie, what the hell are you and auntie doing?"

Mu Qingwan and He Yunzhi looked at each other, then laughed lightly: "Why, don't you understand?"

Mu Qingqing nodded. He Yunzhi is her aunt, and Mu Qingwan is a college classmate. The two of them are like sisters, but today they put on such a battle, which really puzzled her. If it wasn't for the fact that there were so many people around her just now, she would have asked directly.

He Yunzhi smiled mysteriously: "Don't worry, you will understand soon."

While talking, she took Mu Qingqing's hand: "Let's go, go to Auntie's office, Auntie has a lot to ask you."

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In the recording studio, Zhao Fusheng and Li Jian were discussing the content of the arrangement.

"I haven't learned anything professionally, but when I wrote the lyrics, I thought that if I could add some orchestral music, maybe the song would be more emotional." Zhao Fusheng said to Li Jian seriously.

"Well, that's it..." Li Jian tilted his head and thought for a while: "If this is the case, the piano can be added, as well as the flute, trumpet, and saxophone. I think they can all be added."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "You are a professional, you are in charge, I just offer some suggestions."

Li Jian shook his head: "No, no, no, you are the creator of the song, and the most I can give you is my opinion."

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng actually likes dealing with such a person, at least, the other party respects him.

According to the ideas of the two, the piano part played a role in creating a good environment for quiet narration. This is an effect that Zhou Yuandong could not achieve with the strummed guitar. Of course, when to use the piano, when to use the guitar to strum the strings, and how to arrange them first Levels are very particular, which needs to be mastered by Li Jian.

And the string layer that entered at the right time is also closely attached to Li Jian's male voice. In Zhao Fusheng's mind, the change of the string music does not need to be too complicated, as long as the harmony is added, but just because of the extra layer of string music It makes the song easy to touch the tear point, and this kind of string music cannot be ignored.

I don't know how long it took, but when the two of them finished their discussion, Li Jian looked down at his watch and suddenly laughed.

"What?" Zhao Fusheng was a little strange.

"It's already past three o'clock in the afternoon, let's go, I'll treat you to dinner." Li Jian pulled Zhao Fusheng and said.

As a result, Zhao Fusheng's face changed drastically, as if thinking of something terrible.

Chapter 128 I'll be the one

Fear of this kind of emotion, logically speaking, shouldn't appear on Zhao Fusheng, but when he thought about discussing the soundtrack with Li Jian, he completely forgot that Fan Baobao wanted to find him for dinner.

Zhao Fusheng felt that he should just buy a plane ticket and go back to Ninghai now.

Otherwise, when I get back to the hotel later, I think Fan Baobao can tear herself apart. After all, she said in the morning that she wanted to introduce herself to her classmates.

Taking out the pager that was placed in the shoulder bag before, Zhao Fusheng saw that there were several messages on it.