Working Prophet.

Chapter 444 A Very Old Thing
Hao Xiaoxiao worked very quickly, and it took only two days to find the people Li Yu needed.

The man's name was Che Haishen, a student in the composition department of a local music academy, and he was a junior this year.

He is about 1m75 tall, with a thin body and long hair. He looks a little shy.

"Hao Xiaoxiao has already told you the need." Li Yu shook hands with Che Haishen, and then went straight to the point, "I will provide the melody and you can write it down for me. How much will it cost?"

"If your company provides melody and I write it, 300 yuan per song." Che Haishen hesitated and quoted a price, "I can also help with a little polish, but there will be no major changes."

Li Yu nodded, "Then if I find someone to play it again, oh yes, I can still provide the lyrics, but I have to modify it, because the original lyrics are in a foreign language, and the translation may not rhyme so well."

Hearing this, Che Haishen frowned slightly.

Li Yu then explained, "Don't worry about the copyright issue, it's all with us."

"You bought the copyright from abroad?" Che Haishen's brows relaxed a little, but he quickly asked in doubt, "But since you bought the copyright, why didn't you get the music?"

"This is not what you need to care about. I just promise that there will be no copyright disputes in the future. If you are worried, you can write this in the contract." Li Yu said.

At this time, Che Haishen's expression became much more serious, and he stretched out both hands to take the thin white paper.

Of course, these are just Che Haishen's inner thoughts, and he is still very polite on the surface.After all, the opposite side is Party A who pays.

Guava songs exist for narration, and the lyrics are of course very important.

Only students like Che Haishen from the Zhenger Bajing Conservatory of Music know how cruel this industry is. There are too many talented people. In the end, a few of them can enter the orchestra and find a professional counterpart job, let alone a hit. And red.

After listening to a few sentences, Che Hai could basically confirm that Li Yu did not have any professional training, just the level of ordinary people singing in KTV.

He used to work part-time on the Internet to compose music for people, and he has come into contact with many similar customers.

"The lyrics are in a foreign language," Li Yu said, "I can't sing in Chinese."

Che Haishen became a little interested, and when Li Yu finished humming, he couldn't wait to ask, "Do you think there are lyrics in this song?"

Che Haishen had never heard a song like this before, and if he savored it carefully, he could feel a special flavor in it that he couldn't describe.

"Can you add the lyrics so I can hear it?"

"Is this guava?"

As for music lovers with non-major backgrounds, Che Haishen does not rule out that there are some self-taught geniuses among them who become popular through auditions or self-media, but the probability is no different from lottery tickets.

Li Yu got a pen and paper, copied the lyrics in a few minutes, and handed it to Che Haishen.

Che Haishen said it rather tactfully, he was skeptical about what Bratis Culture Communication Co., Ltd. could produce.

"However, I can ask my classmates for help, but the price has to be increased, and it also depends on how the music is. If it is a style that my classmates are not good at, it is not good."

And this genre of music can be traced back to the Middle Ages. Those bards used the ancient Provence dialect to compose, with a variety of themes, from love to historical myths, and occasionally pointed out current problems.

Although he was skeptical about the music quality of the young boss in front of him, Che Haishen was serious about his work, and even closed his eyes to focus on the music itself.

Li Yu took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and then softly hummed "The Stupid Farmer and His Stupid Goose".

Che Haishen was a little embarrassed, "I'm not suspicious of your company..." After a pause, he continued, "If you don't ask too much about playing, I can do it. I can play the piano, guitar and drums, and I can also play a little Scottish bagpipes, but singing It's not very good, and writing lyrics is not my strong point.

"Yeah, there is."

Li Yu said, "Have you brought a recorder, let me hum a part for you first, and I hope you can give me some advice from a professional perspective."

The guava that Che Haishen mentioned is of course not the guava in fruits, but a style of music called ballad, which often appears in folk songs and originally meant ballad, but because the English word sounds similar to guava, It is also nicknamed guava song.

"This subject... is rare." Che Haishen tried his best to organize his words, "I feel that most people are far away, and it is difficult to arouse their interest. You know, guava songs generally describe people around you. Things, so that the listener will have more empathy, love, travel, graduation, ideals and so on...

As the name suggests, this style of music exists for narrative purposes.

Guava itself is not unusual, or it can be said that it is already a rotten street nowadays, and you copy me and I copy you, the homogenization is very serious, but this melody by Li Yuheng is quite novel.

The characteristic is that the melody is simple, catchy, relatively easier to become popular, and it is also the most easy to come up with a style of music.

"That's right, and his goose, how about it?" Li Yu asked.

"That's fine."

But after listening to it, Che Haishen discovered something new.

The breath is not well grasped, out of tune, occasionally broken, and the pitch is not very good.

"Yeah, no problem." Che Haishen took out his Tascam DR1000MK3 from his backpack and turned on the switch.

He obviously doesn't have any knowledge of music theory, and he can't even read the staves, but he is obsessed with his own level. He feels that as long as he steps into the music scene, he will be shocked, and soon his red will turn purple, and purple will turn black.

"Can you write it down?" Che Haishen made another request.

It is completely different from the things that are popular in the Chinese music scene now. It is somewhat retro but also very fresh and full of vitality.

The rest of the people either went to the piano store to take the students, and more simply changed the line.

But this time, he only read a few sentences before showing doubts on his face, and the doubts on his face became deeper after he read all the way.

"So this song is about farmers?"

"Besides," Che Hai swallowed deeply, "This song mocks the farmer and his geese from beginning to end. It's a bit politically incorrect, and I'm afraid it will be criticized if it is posted online."

Che Haishen said it lightly. He felt that if the lyrics were published without changing a single word, the ancestral grave would probably be scolded by netizens.

Although black red is also a kind of red, the price is a bit high.

"Is that so?" Li Yu thought for a while, "I'm planning to create an account called "Being a bard in the Middle Ages. The theme of my creations in the future will revolve around the Middle Ages, and the original social outlook will be presented through songs, but since If you say there is controversy, then you can change to another song.”

(End of this chapter)