Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 77 Third Uncle Comes to Sing (Part [-])

Wu Lan pondered for a moment.

She also felt that it was a pity that Fang Jinsong's song was buried like this. More importantly, would Fang Jinsong be devastated after being hit so hard?
"Okay, I think your suggestion is good. I wonder if Director Lu agrees?"

"Don't worry about that, I'll call Director Lu." After speaking, he looked at Fang Jinsong again: "Jin Song, what do you think?"

"I, I have no objection." Fang Jinsong is now in a mess.

Should I be happy or sad?

Yu Dongqing immediately took out her mobile phone and called Lu Yongru. After explaining, the other party accepted his proposal.

"Jin Song, Director Lu agrees, but I have another suggestion."

"You, you say."

"I suggest that you change the style of that song a little bit and make it softer. It's best to let a female singer sing it. This way, the soft and the strong complement each other. Of course, this is my personal opinion."

"Okay, okay. I'll change it as you said."

Yu Dongqing smiled and nodded.

"Thank you." Fang Jinsong whispered, turned and left the office.

When Fang Jinsong left, Wu Lan showed a smile on her tense face: "Dongqing, I didn't expect you to be so generous."

"It's not a life-and-death struggle, why are you so nervous?" Yu Dongqing laughed: "Actually, Fang Jinsong is not bad, although sometimes he has a bit of a temper, but he is still very serious about songwriting, he really likes to write songs .”

"Okay. Let's not talk about this, I have something to discuss with you, that is, who is going to sing your song "A Man Should Be Self-improvement"?"

This one
Yu Dongqing understood what Wu Lan meant, she wanted the singers under the company to sing, so the fat and water wouldn't flow to outsiders.

However, Yu Dongqing counted the male singers under Jinye, and there was really no suitable one.

It's really hard to find a singer with a voice like Lin Zixiang in that time and space, even if you look at this time and space, you can't find such a person among domestic male singers.

Lin Zixiang has everything a baritone should have, and it extends a lot in the treble area.The limit of his treble register has gone to D5 or C5 (an octave above middle C).

Ordinary singers always use falsetto to raise their voices. Even if some very capable singers use their true tones to reach the treble range, their voices will become thin and monotonous. It is difficult to pull the treble to the limit like Lin Zixiang and still be full of momentum.

Seeing Yu Dongqing groaning silently, Wu Lan took the initiative to suggest: "Why don't you let Tang Guang try? He sings rock and roll, and his voice is not bad, and you also admire him very much."

Tang Guang?

Of course Yu Dongqing thought of him, although his rock voice was quite crackling, but the kind of tearing vocals similar to Wang Feng's singing this song "A Man Should Be Self-Strengthening" always felt uninteresting.

"How about this?" Yu Dongqing said: "Let's not rush to decide who will sing, and then think about it. We will talk about it after we make the accompaniment sample?"

Seeing Yu Dongqing's thoughts, Wu Lan could only nod her head.

Yu Dongqing left Wu Lan's office and returned to her work room. Just as she sat down, Li Wei turned around and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Yu, what did Wu Lan want from you? Did you ask who sang this song?"

Ah?
Guess so accurate?
Yu Dongqing was a little surprised.

"Because, in the company, you are the only one who can designate who will sing the songs you wrote. Wu Lan doesn't listen to others, but I don't dare not to listen to your proposal."

Li Wei chuckled: Who do you think will sing?Tang Guang? "

Yu Dongqing shook her head and expressed her thoughts: "He is not very suitable either, if there is really no one, ask him to sing."

"That's good, the fat and water don't flow into outsiders' fields." Li Wei said a few words and got busy with his work.

Yu Dongqing was in a daze.

Such a good song, if you don't find a voice like Lin Zixiang to sing it, it's really a shame for this song.

Suddenly he thought of someone.

My third uncle, who sings Huayin's old tune.

Although Huayin's old tune and the general's order are indeed different in singing, but the third uncle's voice is famous all over the country!

Or let him try?
If it is really successful, by the way, also make an advertisement for Huayin Laoqiang so that more people will know about it?
Just do what you say, Yu Dongqing finished talking and left the office to find a secluded corner, took out his mobile phone to find the third uncle's phone number, and dialed it.

East of the Guanzhong Plain.

It is now September, and the entire Weihe Plain is planted with large tracts of corn, stretching as far as the eye can see.

A 50-year-old farmer wearing a straw hat and holding a hoe is digging ditches to drain the cornfield. He is Yu Dongqing's third uncle Yu Hongguang.

After autumn, it rained several times in a row. Under the high temperature and rainy conditions, the corn roots would suffocate due to lack of oxygen, and the whole plant would die quickly, so the water must be drained as soon as possible.

The autumn sun is the autumn tiger, and his dark skin seeped dense beads of sweat. He wiped the sweat from his face and continued to work hard.

At this time, the old man's mobile phone hanging on his waist suddenly rang. Yu Hongguang stopped working and took out his mobile phone to see the number.

After thinking about it, I still took it.

"Three, it's Dongwa, are you and my third mother in good health?" The eldest nephew said in a closed voice from the microphone.

"Okay, it's very good." Yu Hongguang laughed, and the wrinkles on his face also unfolded: "Dongwa, what's the matter with you calling E now?"

"Three, you are good at singing, I would like to invite you to Yanjing to sing a popular song."

"What?! Sing pop songs?" Yu Hongguang looked surprised: "You are so old, what pop songs are you singing? Dongwa, don't play tricks on you."

"No, that's the thing." Yu Dongqing briefly told the story on the phone, saying that he wrote a song based on ancient music, and hoped that someone with a high-pitched voice would sing it. It just so happened that you have a good voice , so please come and try it, if it works, I will give you a reward, estimated at 1 yuan. "

Is it worth 1 yuan to sing a song? !
Yu Hongguang's eyes widened immediately.

"This, is this true?! Dongwa, you can be fooled."

"San San, I'm your nephew, how could I lie to you?" Yu Dongqing said with a smile on the phone: "If you come to Yanjing and sing this song well, you will become famous. You can promote your elder brother If you have an accent, maybe you can bring your old buddies to Yanjing to perform on stage."

Yu Hongguang's heart was moved.

Putting money aside for the time being, young people now like to listen to popular songs, and fewer and fewer people listen to old tunes, and even fewer sing old tunes, which makes him very anxious. Carry forward.This is also the wish of the deceased father.

Of course, going to Yanjing, which is thousands of miles away, is a big deal for him, a farmer who has never even been to Xi'an!
What's more, can it really be as the eldest nephew said?

Can you really sing by yourself?

He pondered for a while before saying: "Dongwa, this is a big deal. I'm going to go back and talk it over with your third mother before I tell you. Do you think it's okay?"

"Okay, but you have to call back quickly, you don't need to pay a penny for all the expenses this time."

"Okay, no problem. Also, Dongwa, you haven't been home for several years. Your parents are thinking about you." Yu Hongguang said quickly.

"I know, I will definitely come back this Spring Festival, but please don't tell my dad about this."

"I know, with your father's temper, he will definitely not agree to my going, and he will probably scold you and say you are fooling around."

"Uh-huh."

Yu Hongguang hung up Yu Dongqing's phone call, picked up the hoe and started digging, but he was not in the mood anymore, the elder nephew's words were always in his heart.

Simply, he stopped working and walked towards the village with a hoe on his shoulder.

He wants to discuss with his wife.

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