Please Answer 2020

Chapter 113 Process
The person who came in was a fat middle-aged man with a sparse crown, and his suit and shirt were tightly buttoned, as if they would collapse with a little force.

"Your company sent Cheng Qian'an, the composer responsible for the follow-up?"

The greasy and fat middle-aged man had a belly, looked him up a few times, and saw that he was young, with a warm smile on his face.

"Welcome to our company, the place is a bit crowded, sorry."

Cheng Qian'an responded politely, "Where is it."

The middle-aged man sat on the side seat, feeling strenuous and panicked, loosened his waistband calmly, and then began to talk to him at length as if nothing had happened.

"I know it will cause inconvenience to your company, but we must understand each other and work together to do this job well.

Besides, the contract period is coming soon, and no one wants any changes in the end.

In the last few days, work harder and work harder. As long as the contract is completed before the deadline, we will immediately pay the follow-up part of the remuneration. "

He also knows in his heart that the company's unilaterally advancing the time is a bit unethical, but the company's higher-ups require this. As an executor, he can only obey the arrangement and talk more beautiful scenes to coax him. Otherwise, he would rather break the contract and quit when the time comes. something bad happened.

Lips fluttered up and down and said such a long paragraph, Cheng Gan'an appeared to be polite, but in fact, it went in one ear and out the other. This kind of cliché has been heard a lot since he was in school.

"Rest assured, we will definitely complete the work within the contract period."

Cheng Qian'an smiled, and nodded vigorously, expressing that the package is on him, and he will definitely try his best to complete it.

No one will pretend to pretend.

"That would be great, and I hope our cooperation will be happy."

The middle-aged man smiled happily, the flesh on his face piled up layer upon layer and his eyes were squeezed until there was only a slit left in his eyes.

The next action was unexpected, the man opened the door and greeted the outside, and then filed in from the door, a group of girls stood aside obediently.

"This is a group that our company will launch soon, and the group name has just been decided on ANS."

After the man finished speaking with a cheerful expression, he gestured to them with his eyes. The girls were always watching and paying attention. Seeing this, they all bent down and bowed to say hello to him.

"Hello, we are ANS, and I leave the composing work to you."

Especially Liu Zhiyuan, who had met at the dinner table before, pointed to him with dark eyes and a charming smile on her face.

This action was obviously explained in advance, but he, a small unknown composer, can find such a big battle. It is true that he felt how low the status of idols in Korea is.

"Then ask Cheng Gan'anxi more."

The middle-aged man smiled eagerly, waved casually and let the girls go out again.

"This is what I should do."

It was impossible for Cheng Qian'an not to be surprised in his heart, but he pretended well on the surface, and he didn't change his face, just smiled.

A group of girls, Yingying and Yanyan, walked out, and the man secretly observed his reaction.

Seeing that he didn't react much and didn't have the effect he expected, he secretly thought it was a pity.

This method has been tried and tested.Look, a group of girls who are in their flowering period are sought after by thousands of people outside, but here they nod and bow respectfully, which is enough to make people's inner vanity feel great satisfaction.

"I won't disturb your work any more."

The middle-aged man saw that Cheng Qian'an couldn't be coaxed by this move, so he didn't stay any longer. He simply took a step first, and the flesh on his body trembled with the steps.

"The evil entertainment industry."

Cheng Ganan breathed a sigh of relief.

He is clear in his heart, this trick is probably a common trick in the entertainment industry, and it is probably used by everyone.

However, how could he deal with him in such a small role?

Thinking about it in my heart, I called Park Zhiyong at the beginning.

"Hey, how did you introduce me here?"

Pu Zhiyong was not surprised to see him call to ask this, so he smiled.

"It's very simple. Let me tell you that you are a graduate of Yonsei University and the head composer of our company. You have written many famous songs."

"You are full of nonsense."

Cheng Qian'an wasn't surprised at all, otherwise he would definitely not be willing to let them know that a fledgling young man would make an album for them.

"They don't know how to do it, so they barely fooled them, so you have to pretend to be full, or we're both over."

Park Zhiyong's words were relaxed, and he obviously believed that his level and ability could handle this matter well.

"You really are."

Cheng Qian'an just said nothing to him, shook his head and stopped talking to him.

"Hang up, I'm busy."

Pu Zhiyong laughed and hung up the phone immediately.

Cheng Qian'an operated the computer, clicked on the title song, and listened to it.

It is very typical to listen to Kpop songs that have no memory points, and they are completely from the assembly line.

Park Zhiyong is worthy of being a veteran who has been around for many years. Every detail and every section is perfectly handled and connected, and the song is highly completed.

It's just that this song hasn't been recorded yet, and the demo is all sung by him, screaming with a broken voice, shaking the world and crying ghosts and gods.

After stopping again and again, the memory of Park Zhiyong's voice is still fresh, and it hurts my head to hear it.

Next, he will run at both ends. The company and this side have a tight construction schedule, so he has to come here for the next few days, and the company will take a few days less, and we will talk about it after this side is over.

Fortunately, he already had ideas, coupled with low requirements, and faced with a large number of demos on the Internet, it was easy and smooth to mix and produce, with clear ideas.

The headlights were brightly illuminated, and the composing room connected to the recording studio could be heard quietly, except for Cheng Qianan's clicking of the mouse and keyboard and the echoing fragments.

(End of this chapter)