Lingzi is not too cold today

Chapter 35 She Appreciates You

"let's start."

In the quiet recording studio, a needle can be heard.

When Zhang Yana showed her attitude at work, Gongsun Jin felt that the atmosphere of the entire recording studio had changed, as if she had fallen into the cold winter.

He couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and his heartbeat speeded up quietly.

"Looking back slowly..."

"stop!"

As soon as she sang, Zhang Yana started to stop.

"The voice is higher, start again."

Gongsun Jin moistened his throat and began to sing again.

"It's low again this time, try again."

Zhang Yana interrupted mercilessly.

Gongsun Jin paused slightly after hearing the words.

He himself didn't hear the problem, but it was obvious to Zhang Yana's ears.

Shi Qing on the side just smiled gently and didn't speak.

Gongsun Jin adjusted her condition and started again.

This time it was relatively smooth, and after singing a few lines, Zhang Yana kept silent, and Gongsun Jin was slightly relieved.

"Leaving you tomorrow morning, the road may be lonely and long."

"Again, your throat is tight, why are you so nervous?"

……

"There's so much to tell in one instant."

"No, it's still one degree higher here, which will affect the overall rhythm."

……

"I have to stare deeply at this moment."

"The voice trembles, it doesn't work, try again!"

More than an hour later, Gongsun Jin didn't even sing the climax of Qianqianyu's song.

Every time Zhang Yana heard two sentences, she would wave her hands.

Gongsun Jin was very afraid that she would frown.

That "restart" over and over again really affected his mentality.

He felt that he had shown his best form and sang very well.

But to Zhang Yana's ears, it was full of faults. Was she too picky?
"No, you can't sing at all."

"I don't know what you're singing about."

After calling stop again, Zhang Yana's temper obviously turned up.

She looked into Gongsun Jin's eyes and said seriously: "Did you really write this song?"

Gongsun Jin panicked, but still bit the bullet and admitted.

"Cantonese has ten tones, and the pronunciation and rhyme are very delicate. Most people can't write such good words at all."

"If you want to write such a good word, you must have a deep study of Cantonese pronunciation and rhyme."

"But I heard you sang just now, and the intonation in two places is not very standard."

"It is "like shedding silly tears, I hope you can be sympathetic and forgive me" here."

Gongsun Jin couldn't help feeling a little emotional when he heard this.

Zhang Yana's ears are really good enough, and her eyesight is so vicious that she can see through the truth at a glance.

"Moreover, the piece and arrangement are not simple."

"Shi Qing said that you finished editing in one day, I really don't believe it."

Zhang Yana has already begun to suspect that Shi Qing wrote this song just to praise Gongsun Jin.

Gongsun Jin is still young, doesn't have enough experience, and doesn't know much about Cantonese. How could he write such a good song?
And Shi Qing developed very well in Xiangjiang in the early years, and she is also very good at Cantonese songs.

As early as more than ten years ago, her Cantonese album sales exceeded [-] million.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yana became more and more sure that this song was written by Shi Qing, with the purpose of paving the way for Gongsun Jin.

"Today, you should practice the front first, and don't look at the latter."

"Remember what I said."

Zhang Yana looked at the time on her watch, greeted Shi Qing, and left the recording studio.

"Ugh……"

Long hours of boring practice inevitably made Gongsun Jin a little depressed.

Gongsun Jin sat slumped on the sofa, unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip of water, feeling that his voice was a little hoarse.

He's starting to doubt himself now.

With such a good voice and foundation as the original body, with such a good song as Qianqianyuge, with the help of Shi Qing, the best equipment in the recording studio.

Why is Zhang Yana's evaluation so low?

"Don't worry, it's not your problem."

Seeing that Gongsun Jin was a little depressed, Shi Qing quickly comforted her.

"Um?"

Gongsun Jin was a little puzzled.

"She didn't scold you, which already shows that you sing very well."

Shi Qing smiled.

"When I was young, I could record songs, and she supervised me. She scolded me several times."

"She's a perfectionist and has extremely high demands on music. Excellent, not worth mentioning."

"Since she first started this job, no newcomer dared to ask her to record songs."

As Shi Qing said, she looked back at Zhang Yana's back, and said seriously to Gongsun Jin, "She admires you very much."

"Really, Aunt Qing didn't joke with you."

"If she is really dissatisfied with you, she must turn around and leave without saying a word."

"The people who can let her stay and teach are those who have met her psychological expectations."

"Besides, she has bad patience and bad temper. But today she even guided you in the recording studio for four hours."

"You may not know the concept of four hours. When Aunt Qing was the most popular, she supervised me, and at most she stayed with me in the recording studio for two hours."

Shi Qing spoke patiently, looking at Gongsun Jin with encouragement.

"really?"

Gongsun Jin is still not sure.

"Of course it's true."

"Many times, I thought you could live with it, but Aunt Zhang was too demanding."

"This is also good, whether it is an album or a single, the quality will be very high when it is produced under her supervision."

Hearing this, Gongsun Jin cheered up a little, and then continued to practice singing.

It was not until evening that he followed Shi Qing out of Platinum Media's building.

It was getting late, and the windows were full of bright neon lights and traffic.

All departments of Platinum Media are working overtime.

Although Tong Xiaoyu is a mascot, she is a boss who is widely loved by employees.

Because she insists on the eight-hour work system and weekends and weekends, she will generously give everyone red envelopes during holidays.

But since Tong Fei'er took over her position, the company has started to "humanize overtime".

On the surface, working overtime is voluntary, but under the threat of the elimination system, most employees are forced to start working overtime.

Once the performance falls behind, they will be forced to "voluntarily resign".

The weekend double break has also become a single break.

So the employees cursed Tong Fei'er as an unscrupulous boss, and wished her to be hung on the street lamp as soon as possible, while working overtime desperately.

Compared with other capitalists, Tong Fei'er still has a conscience.

That is, Platinum Media pays overtime pay for overtime work, and it pays a lot.

Among all the departments, the pressure on the composition department is the greatest.

There is not a single Platinum Media song in the top ten of the new song list, and the indicators above are placed there.

If the target cannot be fulfilled at the end of the month, the performance will be ruined.

The head of the composition department has lost a lot of hair recently, frantically urging the people below to write songs.

What came with it was the crazy output of the composition department, and a large number of unqualified songs were sent to the review department.

The people in the audit department are also miserable.

"Damn, what kind of rubbish are these tunes!"

"You don't have to be so perfunctory in order to meet the work indicators?"

Lin Jiajia hurriedly turned off a piece of audio that was playing, and curled up on the sofa with a dejected expression.

He looked at the audio from the background, rubbed his hair anxiously, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Try again."

Lin Jiajia endured the exhaustion and clicked on a song at random.

Ethereal guitar sounds, soothing and elegant, with a slight sentimentality.

"This song?"

Lin Jiajia's eyes widened and she sat up straight from the sofa and leaned in front of the computer screen.

After working in auditing for so long, he can tell whether a piece of music is good or not just by listening to the prelude.

"Song of Thousands and Thousands? This piece is really well composed. The steel string guitar, bright grand piano, drum kit, harmonica...all go well together."

Lin Jiajia was very excited, and the fatigue of the whole day was swept away.

Lin Jiajia listened to the song and looked at the information of the composer and arranger.

"The composer, Gongsun Jin."

"Who is this Gongsun Jin? Newcomer?"

Lin Jiajia muttered to herself.

He knew all the famous composers in the composition department.

At first he thought it was composed by some familiar boss.

Unexpectedly, he had never even heard the name of this composer.

When she saw the column of arrangement, Lin Jiajia's eyes widened, and she wished she could squeeze her face into the computer screen.

He rubbed his eyes, seemingly in disbelief.

After making sure that he read correctly, he took a deep breath.

"Sigh~"

I saw two names written in the column of arrangement.

"Gongsun Jin, Shi Qing."

The word Shi Qing is shocking enough.

(End of this chapter)