Please Answer 2020

Chapter 110

Half an hour later, several musicians were in place one after another, and gradually began to play the music according to Jin Shanpu's requirements.

The process is simple and fast, and I am familiar with the road. It took a morning to complete the soundtrack. Most of the rest is electronic music and post-sampling, which is also the heavy work of the arranger.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Jin Shanpu said to them with a pleasant face.

"It should be done."

The two musicians laughed.

Cheng Ganping watched from the sidelines, watched and studied from the score, and the meeting was finally over, and he left the music room with Jin Shanpu.

"In a while, I'll tell you some key points, and you try to make it yourself."

Jin Shanpu said to him as he walked, and handed him the score in his hand.

Cheng Qian'an was surprised, "I'll do it all?" He subconsciously took the score.

"Why, there is something you can't do now?"

Jin Shanpu thought he was too much, turned to look at him, and asked.

"fine."

Cheng Qian'an shut his mouth, he thought he was studying from the sidelines again, but he didn't expect to hand it over to him.

"Learn to get used to it. It is impossible for you to only do composing work in the future. If you want to be an excellent producer, you have to be good at everything."

Jin Shanpu thought that he had an opinion, so he rarely said a few more words.

"Yes."

Cheng Qian'an nodded.

The two left the music room, walked straight along the corridor, and walked towards the elevator.

Many trainees passed by along the way, no matter male or female, young or old, they would greet them obediently, especially when they saw Jin Shanpu, their expressions became extremely respectful and cautious.

"Hello teacher."

It was another trainee who whispered hello and left respectfully. Cheng Qian'an turned his head and asked Jin Shanpu curiously, "Senior, is they their teacher?"

Jin Shanpu nodded, looked at the trainees walking away, and said, "I used to be a music teacher for some trainees, and I was only responsible for teaching music theory."

"The job content also includes the part of being a teacher?"

Cheng Qian'an was a little surprised. Logically speaking, he signed a contract honestly to be a composer, so why did he recruit him halfway to become a teacher.

"The company has signed more than 30 people, and it's not for supporting idlers. Besides, there are also subsidies for classes, and the conditions are good enough."

Cheng Qian'an agreed with Jin Shanpu's words. Although there is a fixed quota for contracted musicians every month, even so, it is quite loose, and it can be regarded as a reasonable use of talents in other places.

However, it is also a rare opportunity for trainees to have knowledge taught by famous composers.

After having dinner together, they went back to the composition room. Jinshanpu had other matters, so he briefly talked about the main points, and then left first, leaving only Cheng Qian'an alone.

Facing the computer and the key points guided by Jin Shanpu, I started to collect samples and instruments and put myself into work step by step.

until it was dark.

It was originally a weekend, but I didn't expect to devote myself to work again.

Then he looked at the information that Park Zhiyong sent him, and he had a rough idea.

Sitting slumped on the chair, looking at the half-finished piece, I felt a sense of accomplishment in my heart.

I used to make soundtracks for TV stations. Although I didn't hate it, I couldn't say I liked it. It was just a job.

It is also a blessing to be able to do what he loves as a job, at least he thinks so for now.

Turning on the phone, after pondering for a while, Cheng Qian'an registered an ins account.

Korean young people are keen on playing social software, including Kim Dae-in, Jin Shanpuyi, or Park Zhiyong, all of whom have various social accounts, among which ins is the mainstream.

"It doesn't matter if you can't finish it today, it's okay to wait until the working day."

Jin Shanpu's message came late, and Cheng Qian'an, who was about to ask him when he would come back, didn't ask any more questions, and turned off the computer decisively to leave.

It didn't take long to get on the elevator, and when it stopped on the third floor, two people came up, a stocky boy followed by a petite girl.

After a closer look, it turned out to be Mingjing Nan.

"good evening."

Cheng Qian'an greeted her with a smile, automatically ignoring the other man standing aside.

Mingjing Nan originally looked low-key, but when he entered the elevator, he was a little surprised. After a few days, he greeted him with a smile on his face.

"good evening."

After learning that Ming Jingnan suffered from mental illness, Cheng Qian'an was a little surprised to see her look like an ordinary person now.

But after thinking about it, some symptoms only occur in response to specific situations and situations, so I think it is normal.

"get off work?"

Although he knew that she had mental problems, he still had to pretend nothing happened on the surface, Cheng Qian'an asked with a smile.

"Inside."

Mingjing Nan was taken aback, with a slight smile on his face, and asked, "Qian Anxi, are you off work too?"

The boy on the side looked at Cheng Qian'an silently, and didn't interrupt the conversation between the two, just pretending to be an acquaintance Ming Jingnan knew.

"That's right, I'm going to eat in the cafeteria."

After a busy day, Cheng Qian'an was very hungry.

"It's a coincidence, so am I."

Najing Nan thought for a moment, and said with a smile.

The manager on the side turned to look at her suddenly, with a surprised expression on his face, he was about to speak, but seeing Cheng Qian'an here, he held back his words.

"Okay."

Seeing this, it is also a good thing to have a beautiful woman to eat with, Cheng Qian'an said lightly.

The elevator stopped on the first floor of the cafeteria, and they didn't say anything to invite them together. The two of them got out of the elevator and walked to the cafeteria together in a tacit understanding.

The manager hanging behind the two of them glanced at Ming Jingnan, hesitated for a while, and finally failed to follow.

(End of this chapter)