Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 97 When to set up a studio?

Beiping Coffee Shop is located at the intersection of Nanluogu Lane and Maoer Hutong. The coffee shop is decorated with flowers all year round. These flowers are selected by the owner himself at the flower market every morning.

Because it is winter, there are not as many decorative flowers as in summer, but soaking in the sea of ​​flowers is still enough to sweep away the haze in your heart.

Yu Dongqing and Luo Yun were sitting at the coffee table by the window, maybe it was morning, and there were not many people drinking coffee and it seemed very quiet.

The two each wanted a cup of hand-made coffee and drank slowly.

The taste is not bad.

In fact, Yu Dongqing doesn't like drinking coffee, but prefers tea.But I know that Luo Yun likes this, especially Machiato.

Two tablespoons of milk froth are added to the espresso to make a macchiato.Macchiato means mark and brand in Italian, so it symbolizes a sweet mark.

Today she ordered a macchiato, while Yu Dongqing drank a latte.

"Holly, what do you plan to do after you leave your job?" Luo Yun asked.

"Take a good rest and spend more time with Tongtong."

"You are a daughter slave!" Luo Yun said angrily.

"Hehe. Envious? You can also give birth to one, and dress up your daughter beautifully."

"I?"

Hearing Yu Dongqing's words, Luo Yun's complexion suddenly darkened, she sighed slightly, and drank her coffee with her head down.

what happened?
Yu Dongqing was baffled.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Luo Yun raised her head and looked at the other party again: "The theme song you wrote for the movie "Hello, Teacher" recently, it is a mess."

"Is it alright?"

"Hey, Dongqing, do you have any investment in this movie?" Luo Yun leaned forward and asked in a low voice.

"Why do you say that?" Yu Dongqing pretended not to understand.

"You haven't updated your Weibo for more than half a year. You just updated it two days ago with one sentence: Calling on fans to watch a movie."

"I wrote the theme song for this movie. Of course, I also hope that the movie will become popular. Doing me a favor, isn't it too much?" Yu Dongqing said with a smile.

"Really?" Luo Yun smiled slyly.

"Then your sister-in-law Mingmei has been promoting going to the movies on her Bilibili, Weibo, and Douyin recently, instead of just listening to this song!"

Ah?
But Yu Dongqing didn't ask Mingmei to do this, but she voluntarily, or she actively reposted it in various groups she joined and online forums.

Seeing what Luo Yun said, Yu Dongqing didn't intend to hide any more and said that seeing the crew's financial difficulties, she invested nearly 200 million in it.

"Can you make money?"

"Of course I want to make money. Who wants to do business at a loss?" Yu Dongqing laughed. "I feel that the movie is not bad. Of course, it's up to the audience whether it's good or not."

"The box office competition for the Spring Festival stalls is fierce." Luo Yun was also a little worried.

"At most, the 200 million yuan was in vain. I had to write more songs to make up for the loss." Yu Dongqing said in a half-joking, half-serious tone.

"Yeah? From this point of view, I still hope you lose money." Luo Yunjiao smiled and said, "I can listen to more songs written by you!"

Of course this is just a joke.

"Hey, when will the studio be established?" Luo Yun suddenly brought up another topic.

"studio?"

"Yeah, for example, did you discuss the investment in the movie in person? Did you write and sing the remuneration that the other party needs to pay, the details of the investment and signing the contract, do they take up a lot of your time?"

"It's nothing. This time, I'll invest in a movie in just one afternoon." Yu Dongqing leaned back with a smile on her face.

"Really? What do you think about the future? In the future, many companies and singers will definitely invite you to write songs, and even invite you to participate in various variety shows. Do you feel that this kind of copyright and salary will be cumbersome? You may even sign a singer."

"If you don't set up a studio, no one will help you take care of it. How can you have time to spend a day with your precious daughter, take pictures with your father-in-law, and have a good time drinking beer with some of your old friends?"

"Leave these things to me, and I promise that you will not be disturbed by these trivial matters for a day, and you can spend your day leisurely." Luo Yun smiled. "Of course, I will also have channel resources, which I have told you before, and it is not limited to what I said.

Yu Dongqing smiled.

In fact, he already knew what Luo Yun was thinking.

"Luo Yun, I have a question I want to ask you."

"Just ask."

"Luo Yun, your family is rich and you don't have to worry about food and clothing. If you work in Jinye for the music you like, then why are you a manager? Are you short of money?"

"It can be said that I am now well-clothed and well-fed. It seems that I don't lack anything, but these things are based on a paper agreement and may be lost at any time. Do you understand what I mean?"

Yu Dongqing was silent.

He already understood what Luo Yun meant.

"I also told you that I once did a hexagram in Baiyun Temple, and it seems to be very accurate now." Luo Yun said again.

Yu Dongqing remembered that Luo Yun had indeed said it.

She once went to the Taoist temple of Baiyun Temple. The master said that there are noble people around her. Although the potential dragon is in the abyss, there will always be a flying dragon in the sky, which can bring her fame and wealth. He also said that the noble person is a tiger. And so on with her.

At that time, Yu Dongqing just smiled and said nothing.

Now it seems that there is such a thing?

"Maybe one day we will set up a studio, but I don't want to right now." Yu Dongqing thought for a while and said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you, Dongqing, how are you going to spend the Spring Festival?"

"I took my daughter back to my hometown to visit my parents. I haven't been back for two years. What about you?"

The two changed the subject in due course.

"I'm going to go to Xiangjiang for a while."

"Won't you be alone again?"

"Ha, no, this time with my husband."

While the two were chatting happily in the cafe, Tang Guang spent the whole morning restless.

When he knew that Yu Dongqing had resigned, he was shocked that the other party left without saying a word!
I still want to ask him one thing, or his album.

After more than four months of intensive recording, the album has basically been completed and is ready to be released during the Spring Festival. Although the company's internal evaluation found that the overall quality is quite good, Tang Guang is a little dissatisfied. The most important thing is the title song.

"The Final Countdown" written by Yu Dongqing at the beginning is really good, but it is an English song, but the audience of English songs is not as good as Chinese songs, and this song has been released for half a year, and the popularity is almost gone.

He desperately wants to have a very popular Chinese song. At first, he fell in love with the song "A Man Should Be Self-Reliant". If the arrangement is slightly adapted, it will be a very hard-core rock song.

As a result, Yu Dongqing sang to his third uncle, and the effect was unexpectedly good, and he was convinced.

Later, I always wanted to ask Yu Dongqing to write another song, but I always couldn’t open the mouth. Moreover, Yu Dongqing himself was a supernatural person, and he didn’t stay in the company for much time. As a result, he made mistakes again and again. Unexpectedly, the other party resigned !
Hey.
Tang Guang felt very distressed.

This matter can't be told to others. After lunch at noon, Tang Guang felt suffocated and panicked. He always wanted to talk to someone, so he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

He was calling Zhao Yawen.

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