Actor he doesn't want to be a eunuch

Chapter 177 Make a pot of good tea

"Qian Chen, money, money..."

"Sleep for half a lap?" The other party's words made Qian Chen shut his mouth.

This Nima.

Do you want to say that to your face?

Xiang Xiaoyuan soon realized that he had poked someone's "sore spot".

Explained: "I actually don't believe it."

The more you describe, the darker.

"Yes, it's me." Qian Chen didn't defend himself.

Cleaners are self-cleaning.

The gentleman is magnanimous, but the villain grows sorrowful.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Xiang Xiaoyuan let go of Qian Chen's hand, thought for a while and said, "If the four songs are all recorded here, it will cost 20 yuan. If calculated on a daily basis, it will cost 2 yuan a day."

This price is not particularly cheap.

Some recording studios cost 2000 yuan a day, and the more expensive ones cost [-] yuan.

Probably because it is more professional, it is also more expensive.

Qian Chen felt a little guilty about asking for 85 from his big mouth.

It's just that the crew has money, so they don't care about it.

In fact, the composer's remuneration is generally between 20 yuan and 50 yuan, accounting for about 0.3% to 0.83% of the total investment, and the music copyright is usually attributed to the producer, and the composer has almost no copyright income.

"Okay, we're in a hurry, so we'll make "Feng Nuan" and "A Chinese Ghost Story" first."

Ye Xinwei is taking care of Qian Chen.

After all, Qian Chen only asked for three days off.

"Shouldn't you come to "Snow Mountain" first, this song is of the highest quality." The result of professional judgment.

"Come back to "Snow Mountain" later." Ye Xinwei shook his head.

"Okay, arrange the music first, let's start today, you can rest here, there are folding beds over there." Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't talk nonsense.

Since customers are in a hurry, there are ways to rush.

This business is actually very good.

Because the lyrics and music are all ready-made, there are three demos that have already been prepared, and it seems that there is no need for much modification.

Composer needs to solve the problem of orchestration.

That is to say, the arranger decides what instruments are used to express the song, where each instrument is used, and what parts it acts as.

This is no trouble.

Qian Chen marked it all up.

Even the notation has been typed, and the notation has been copied for each instrument.

These songs are basically Chinese instruments.

Qian Chen doesn't know many western musical instruments.

I have only researched some on the Internet, and it is rarely involved in it.

The reason why Ye Xinwei's friend helped to choose this studio is that this studio is better at Chinese musical instruments.

Real instruments are recorded first, each instrument is recorded separately.

"Let's start with the guqin. The guqin players from our side are rushing over. It will take about ten minutes."

"Guqin, I can..." Qian Chen was not at ease about their performer.

"Our virtuoso has been playing guqin for more than 20 years." Xiang Xiaoyuan calmly explained.

There are always some customers who don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth.

I think I can do it.

In fact, a comparison can see the difference.

However, if customers have to do it themselves, they will not stop them.

Just don't blame the final effect.

Ye Xinwei knew that Qian Chen could play.

But he didn't know what Qian Chen's level was.

"Then listen to it." Qian Chen nodded, there is no need to argue with such a person.

Just go back and slap them in the face with the facts.

They must be convinced.

Dare to say that I "slept half a circle", wow, how do you know.

After a while, the guqin master finally came.

He looks to be in his 40s, wearing a military overcoat, with a bun on his head.

After taking off the military overcoat, he was indeed wearing a Taoist robe.

Paired with that wisp of goatee, it looks extraordinarily "sanctified".

"This is our external guqin master, Teacher Yang Dingfeng."

"Hello, epilepsy, madness...cough, hello, Teacher Yang," Ye Xinwei stretched out his hand.

This is the most important instrument player.

Just count on him.

But this man's name is really...

It's okay for you to be called Dingfeng, a good name, but why is your surname Yang?

"Let's get started." Yang Dingfeng's goldfish eyes widened angrily.

Too lazy to be polite to Ye Xinwei, acting like a cultural master, grabbed the score and walked directly to the Guqin.

"Is he a Taoist priest?" Qian Chen asked in a low voice.

"Fake." Xiang Xiaoyuan also replied in a low voice: "But don't worry, the guqin is absolutely outstanding."

The play is "Feng Nuan".

The fake Taoist priest half-opened and half-closed his eyes, while reading the score, he tried to play, intermittently.

After a few times it became a little smoother.

Qian Chen couldn't stand it anymore.

He could already hear this person's seriousness, if godfather Feng Bao were here, he would probably frown and wave his hand.

Someone forked out this fake Taoist priest.

Can play, but won't play.

If this level is acquired after more than 20 years of playing, you might as well go to the factory to make screws.

"Let me try?" Qian Chen pointed to the guqin.

Xiang Xiaoyuan frowned, but still walked over and whispered in Yang Dingfeng's ear.

"Just him? Can he also play the piano?" Yang Dingfeng looked at Qian Chen, stood up, and signaled Qian Chen to go over and have a try. His face was full of sneers from professionals to ignorant people.

It seemed that he was waiting to see Qian Chen's joke.

The other musicians and sound engineers who were preparing also stopped their work to see how the arrogant and poisonous fake Taoist priest would humiliate the sleeper later.

A fake Taoist will not show mercy just because the other party is half asleep.

In fact, the more famous the other party is, the more excited he is.

If it weren't for too few luthiers, the studio wouldn't give fake Taoists a chance to make money.

It's not good to let him be beautiful by himself.

Qian Chen tried the audition and frowned, but if it barely works, let's use it first.

I will call later and ask Tian Jinghao to bring his piano over.

Barely usable piano, the effect of playing it...

Yang Dingfeng's mouth opened wider and wider, his goatee was shaking, and his face was full of disbelief.

Afterwards, it gets better and better.

Play better.

After playing a song, Qian Chen didn't stop.

"Feng Nuan", "Xiao Qian" and "A Chinese Girl's Dream" are all based on guqin, but they are not solo.

The effect shown can only be said that experts listen to the way, and laymen listen to the excitement.

And the guqin version of "Snow Mountain" is indeed a proper guqin solo.

The effect shown by this is very awesome.

Many people here specialize in making music. Even if they don't know how to play Guqin, they have basically heard all the famous Guqin pieces.

Absolutely top-notch appreciation.

Among them, there is no shortage of big cows.

When Yang Dingfeng heard this, his expression changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking of. He glared at Xiaoyuan, and left angrily.

Come fast, go fast.

"Fuck!" Xiang Xiaoyuan wanted to scratch his head, but he seemed to realize that he didn't have much hair anymore, so he could only scratch his beard.

Qian Chen turned a deaf ear to it, and only stopped after playing the song.

"How about it?"

You actually said that I slept half a lap?
Know what strength is.

Some people, if you talk to him well, he just thinks you are joking, and you have to use your strength to teach him how to behave.

"You drove our luthier away." Xiang Xiaoyuan was about to cry.

What can I do in the future?

He didn't know what suddenly came to his mind, he turned his head and shouted at the guy with fluttering hair, "Make a pot of tea and bring it here, the best kind."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter 177 Make a pot of good tea

"Qian Chen, money, money..."

"Sleep for half a lap?" The other party's words made Qian Chen shut his mouth.

This Nima.

Do you want to say that to your face?

Xiang Xiaoyuan soon realized that he had poked someone's "sore spot".

Explained: "I actually don't believe it."

The more you describe, the darker.

"Yes, it's me." Qian Chen didn't defend himself.

Cleaners are self-cleaning.

The gentleman is magnanimous, but the villain grows sorrowful.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Xiang Xiaoyuan let go of Qian Chen's hand, thought for a while and said, "If the four songs are all recorded here, it will cost 20 yuan. If calculated on a daily basis, it will cost 2 yuan a day."

This price is not particularly cheap.

Some recording studios cost 2000 yuan a day, and the more expensive ones cost [-] yuan.

Probably because it is more professional, it is also more expensive.

Qian Chen felt a little guilty about asking for 85 from his big mouth.

It's just that the crew has money, so they don't care about it.

In fact, the composer's remuneration is generally between 20 yuan and 50 yuan, accounting for about 0.3% to 0.83% of the total investment, and the music copyright is usually attributed to the producer, and the composer has almost no copyright income.

"Okay, we're in a hurry, so we'll make "Feng Nuan" and "A Chinese Ghost Story" first."

Ye Xinwei is taking care of Qian Chen.

After all, Qian Chen only asked for three days off.

"Shouldn't you come to "Snow Mountain" first, this song is of the highest quality." The result of professional judgment.

"Come back to "Snow Mountain" later." Ye Xinwei shook his head.

"Okay, arrange the music first, let's start today, you can rest here, there are folding beds over there." Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't talk nonsense.

Since customers are in a hurry, there are ways to rush.

This business is actually very good.

Because the lyrics and music are all ready-made, there are three demos that have already been prepared, and it seems that there is no need for much modification.

Composer needs to solve the problem of orchestration.

That is to say, the arranger decides what instruments are used to express the song, where each instrument is used, and what parts it acts as.

This is no trouble.

Qian Chen marked it all up.

Even the notation has been typed, and the notation has been copied for each instrument.

These songs are basically Chinese instruments.

Qian Chen doesn't know many western musical instruments.

I have only researched some on the Internet, and it is rarely involved in it.

The reason why Ye Xinwei's friend helped to choose this studio is that this studio is better at Chinese musical instruments.

Real instruments are recorded first, each instrument is recorded separately.

"Let's start with the guqin. The guqin players from our side are rushing over. It will take about ten minutes."

"Guqin, I can..." Qian Chen was not at ease about their performer.

"Our virtuoso has been playing guqin for more than 20 years." Xiang Xiaoyuan calmly explained.

There are always some customers who don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth.

I think I can do it.

In fact, a comparison can see the difference.

However, if customers have to do it themselves, they will not stop them.

Just don't blame the final effect.

Ye Xinwei knew that Qian Chen could play.

But he didn't know what Qian Chen's level was.

"Then listen to it." Qian Chen nodded, there is no need to argue with such a person.

Just go back and slap them in the face with the facts.

They must be convinced.

Dare to say that I "slept half a circle", wow, how do you know.

After a while, the guqin master finally came.

He looks to be in his 40s, wearing a military overcoat, with a bun on his head.

After taking off the military overcoat, he was indeed wearing a Taoist robe.

Paired with that wisp of goatee, it looks extraordinarily "sanctified".

"This is our external guqin master, Teacher Yang Dingfeng."

"Hello, epilepsy, madness...cough, hello, Teacher Yang," Ye Xinwei stretched out his hand.

This is the most important instrument player.

Just count on him.

But this man's name is really...

It's okay for you to be called Dingfeng, a good name, but why is your surname Yang?

"Let's get started." Yang Dingfeng's goldfish eyes widened angrily.

Too lazy to be polite to Ye Xinwei, acting like a cultural master, grabbed the score and walked directly to the Guqin.

"Is he a Taoist priest?" Qian Chen asked in a low voice.

"Fake." Xiang Xiaoyuan also replied in a low voice: "But don't worry, the guqin is absolutely outstanding."

The play is "Feng Nuan".

The fake Taoist priest half-opened and half-closed his eyes, while reading the score, he tried to play, intermittently.

After a few times it became a little smoother.

Qian Chen couldn't stand it anymore.

He could already hear this person's seriousness, if godfather Feng Bao were here, he would probably frown and wave his hand.

Someone forked out this fake Taoist priest.

Can play, but won't play.

If this level is acquired after more than 20 years of playing, you might as well go to the factory to make screws.

"Let me try?" Qian Chen pointed to the guqin.

Xiang Xiaoyuan frowned, but still walked over and whispered in Yang Dingfeng's ear.

"Just him? Can he also play the piano?" Yang Dingfeng looked at Qian Chen, stood up, and signaled Qian Chen to go over and have a try. His face was full of sneers from professionals to ignorant people.

It seemed that he was waiting to see Qian Chen's joke.

The other musicians and sound engineers who were preparing also stopped their work to see how the arrogant and poisonous fake Taoist priest would humiliate the sleeper later.

A fake Taoist will not show mercy just because the other party is half asleep.

In fact, the more famous the other party is, the more excited he is.

If it weren't for too few luthiers, the studio wouldn't give fake Taoists a chance to make money.

It's not good to let him be beautiful by himself.

Qian Chen tried the audition and frowned, but if it barely works, let's use it first.

I will call later and ask Tian Jinghao to bring his piano over.

Barely usable piano, the effect of playing it...

Yang Dingfeng's mouth opened wider and wider, his goatee was shaking, and his face was full of disbelief.

Afterwards, it gets better and better.

Play better.

After playing a song, Qian Chen didn't stop.

"Feng Nuan", "Xiao Qian" and "A Chinese Girl's Dream" are all based on guqin, but they are not solo.

The effect shown can only be said that experts listen to the way, and laymen listen to the excitement.

And the guqin version of "Snow Mountain" is indeed a proper guqin solo.

The effect shown by this is very awesome.

Many people here specialize in making music. Even if they don't know how to play Guqin, they have basically heard all the famous Guqin pieces.

Absolutely top-notch appreciation.

Among them, there is no shortage of big cows.

When Yang Dingfeng heard this, his expression changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking of. He glared at Xiaoyuan, and left angrily.

Come fast, go fast.

"Fuck!" Xiang Xiaoyuan wanted to scratch his head, but he seemed to realize that he didn't have much hair anymore, so he could only scratch his beard.

Qian Chen turned a deaf ear to it, and only stopped after playing the song.

"How about it?"

You actually said that I slept half a lap?
Know what strength is.

Some people, if you talk to him well, he just thinks you are joking, and you have to use your strength to teach him how to behave.

"You drove our luthier away." Xiang Xiaoyuan was about to cry.

What can I do in the future?

He didn't know what suddenly came to his mind, he turned his head and shouted at the guy with fluttering hair, "Make a pot of tea and bring it here, the best kind."

(End of this chapter)