Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 142: Find someone to record the accompaniment (please subscribe, please vote)

When Bian Lang finished writing and showed the lyrics, Wu Hao took the manuscript paper and read it while reading it.

Just by the name of the song, Director of the Sports Bureau Zhou Tao and the team members felt that the question had been answered, and they all nodded along.

Needless to say, when it comes to the lyrics, they are completely written around the competition. Every lyric is intended to encourage you to keep fighting and never give up.

As for Qu Bianlang, he gave a simple explanation: "In terms of arrangement, I will use symphony and rock to combine it, and create a fierce competitive atmosphere in the entire stadium from the beginning."

Based on the recognition of Bian Lang's previous works, although the pictures in the minds of those present were different, they all kept saying:

"Okay, okay! Xiaobian, your idea is great!"

"When can it be recorded?"

"If you need any help, just ask!"

Of course, help is needed, which is to find a symphony orchestra to record the accompaniment. As for moving the orchestra to a live performance, this song alone is too laborious and unnecessary.

But Bian Lang was reluctant to ask these two for help, and Wu Hao wanted to save the favor to talk about the music festival.

As for the Sports Bureau, there is no guarantee that Xibi Qi will be able to use it in the future. Things like the symphony orchestra are things that he can handle through other channels, so there is no need to waste the favor.

Zhou Tao reiterated the time to Bian Lang: "Xiao Bian, I don't know anything about music, so I can only rely on you. The time is next Saturday, and there are still 10 days left. It should be fine. Don't give me anything at that time. I'm off the hook."

Before Bian Lang could answer, Wu Hao smiled and reassured Bian Lang: "Lao Zhou, just keep your heart in your stomach. It was the first day of the music festival that I went to the venue and I thought about what I had in mind. Xiao Bian They gave us two big surprises the next day. It’s still more than a week away, so just keep it in your stomach.”

It was the first time for Zhou Tao and the team leader to hear about this. They were impressed and looked forward to the scene even more.

Having said this, Zhou Tao started talking again: "Xiao Bian, both our departments attach great importance to this game. The opponent is No. 3 of the Chinese Super League. It is estimated that some of their fans will also be there. Watch it live, both Shanghai TV and Dian TV will broadcast it live, so this opening is particularly important.

This time, for our sports and football undertakings in the entire Yunnan Province, winning or losing the game is secondary. What is more important is to show the football atmosphere in Chuncheng to the outside world, so as to lay the foundation for the team to bring Chuncheng home after successfully reaching the Super League. A good mass base! "

At this time, Qi Xiaohua, the team leader who had been silent, said with an embarrassed look on his face: "The bureau has approved 40 yuan in promotional expenses this time. We plan to use 15 yuan to pay for the band's performance fees. We know this It’s a bit incompatible with the current worth of the Rolling Stones. Teacher Bian has also written a new song, so please don’t be too little, Teacher Bian.”

Bian Lang heard about this from Chen Shuting, and he had no objections. Rolling Stone's current offer for external music festivals is 80 to 100 million.If calculated based on the number of songs performed, the price of 15 per song is very reasonable.

But if you consider that Bianlang's current popularity in Yunnan Province is likely to directly affect ticket sales, then this price is indeed a bit low.

However, the team's current home stadium is not in Spring City. It would definitely cost a lot of money to organize old fans to come from all over the country to watch the game. Just seeing Qi Xiaohua's embarrassed look, Bian Lang probably guessed something.

"Mr. Qi, let me ask you something off-topic. Fans from Dizhou come up. Is there any organization on the team's side?"

When talking about this matter, Qi Xiaohua's face became even more gloomy: "I'm ashamed to say that the team has been changing sponsors over the years, and the advertising and investment aspects are also very unsatisfactory. Otherwise, I wouldn't have done this at that time. I’ll go to Lao Ai about the venue fee.”

"It turns out that you and Uncle Ai are old acquaintances."

"Well, Lao Ai and I used to come from the same village." After saying this, Qi Xiaohua paused and continued: "Dianyu has eight fan branches in the prefecture, with a total of more than 8 registered fans. Our previous plan was to subsidize 5000 yuan in fares for all fans, but..."

Listening to Qi Xiaohua pouring out his bitterness, Bian Lang also felt the same way. If you want to say that the team's performance is not good, then it's just emotional kidnapping.But now the hope of reaching the top spot is not small, so support should be given.

In the past life, many people criticized the national football team every day, but when there is a real competition, the fans will not only curse but also spend money to watch the game.Things like collective honor and belonging are often not linked to the team's specific results, just because they are on this land.

As a native of Yunnan Province, Bian Lang, whether he is a fan or not, if his hometown team can achieve good results, it will bring glory to his face when others ask him about it.

Thinking of this, Bian Lang said: "Exchange 15 yuan for tickets and give it to me. Just treat it like I'm inviting my fans to watch a game and support the team. Mr. Qi can use this money to subsidize the fans' fares." "

As soon as these words came out, Qi Xiaohua was overjoyed at first, and then quickly refused: "That's not okay, it doesn't mean that Teacher Bian not only comes to perform for us to gain popularity for nothing, but also pays to help us gain fans. Although we in Dianyu are a little poorer , but this can’t be done that way.”

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wu Hao and Zhou Tao were also filled with emotion. The two exchanged opinions, and Zhou Tao said: "After listening to Xiao Bian's words, I feel that the support in our bureau is indeed a bit lacking, but There are only so many annual funds, and there are so many sports projects to support. This 40 is already the limit. But I have a suggestion, Mr. Qi, you can consider it. The team will use part of the subsequent ticket revenue. , just think of it as paying the performance fees of Xiao Bian and the others." Qi Xiaohua's eyes lit up, and then he said: "This is a good idea. Originally, we also wanted to use Teacher Bian's reputation to attract and cultivate some new fans. This is a good way! "

Immediately afterwards, Wu Hao also said: "Tuodong Stadium can accommodate more than 4 fans. Based on the average ticket price of 70 yuan, if it can be filled up, it will be almost 300 million. With this income, the team will also be able to do so later this season. Take it easy. You give 10 points to Xiao Bian, it’s not too much.”

Wu Hao's words were somewhat exaggerated, and Bian Lang also understood the meaning, which was that both of us had a step down, so that things would not remain stagnant here.

Of course, Qi Xiaohua also knew that he was satisfied with the 7 fans he expected and gave [-] to the Rolling Stones, which really saved face and good reputation for the team.

"Then we will do as Chief Wu said. Our ticket price is 120. Let's not talk about 15. We will directly arrange 2000 tickets for Teacher Bian. This is also a way of giving back to you, the music fans, for your support. !”

Hearing this, Lang laughed and said: "Then I would like to thank Mr. Qi on behalf of the fans. I estimate that there should be many fans among my fans. If there is such an opportunity, I believe they will definitely come to support the team... "

"That would be great. I would like to thank Teacher Bian again for his righteousness and support for our team..."

Without saying any more polite words, Zhou Tao and Qi Xiaohua left after the matter was settled.

Seeing that Bian Lang hadn't left yet, Wu Hao knew that there was something else: "Xiao Bian, if you have anything else, just tell me. You are so supportive of our work. As long as it doesn't violate the principles, I will help you solve it."

He was not polite when he heard this: "Chief Wu, you should know about the Rolling Stones Music Festival. As you who play rock music, you also know that some lyrics may be a bit radical and cynical. When it comes to review, See if you could help say hello?"

When Wu Hao heard about this, he immediately smiled and said: "This matter is easy to talk about. As long as your butt is not crooked, HDD is not involved, or something like that, you can come directly to me when the time comes... But I have something to say first, this time Rolling Stone Music This is also an external display opportunity that our publicity department attaches great importance to. You can’t make any mistakes. If a band changes songs temporarily or makes any small moves..."

"Don't worry, Chief Wu, I personally and everyone at Rolling Stone have strong values. We have zero tolerance for this kind of thing!"

After taking this reassurance, Bian Lang became less worried.

On the way back to the studio, Bian Lang drove and called Yuan Hao for help on the speaker phone.

It has been more than half a month since Yuan Hao went to other provinces to attend a concert, so he was unable to attend the music festival. Now that he heard that Bian Lang wanted to find an orchestra to record accompaniment, he immediately regretted: "School hasn't started yet. Otherwise, I will arrange it for you directly here at the Conservatory of Music. You are also pressed for time at the moment, and it is really difficult to make arrangements since I am not here."

Bian Lang understood the subtext of these words. Those who played classical music looked down on their rock music players. It would be difficult for Yuan Haoren to do this alone if he had to work hard to hire a symphony orchestra to record an accompaniment.

Bian Lang even thought that it would not work, so he passed the score to Olaf and asked him to help find a band to record it in Europe. The price was a bit expensive and it was troublesome to connect, but it was better than asking Yuan Hao to help and entrust the relationship in a roundabout way.

Anyway, as soon as this song comes out, the income will definitely not be bad, and it will be the kind that will last for many years to come.

Hearing that Bian Lang remained silent, Yuan Hao thought for a while and gave him an idea: "Do you know Dong Shuxian? Lao Luo has a good relationship with him. He should still be in Yunnan Province. He is in the circle He is more famous and influential than me, so as long as he is willing to help, your problem can be solved easily."

As soon as this idea came up, Bian Lang was completely embarrassed!
Yuan Hao's tone didn't sound like he knew what was going on on the Internet, he was probably really trying to think of a solution for him.But Bian Lang was not the first to believe that Dong Shuxian, a father, had nothing to do with his daughter's online activities.

Russell Ping sent a WeChat message to Bian Lang last night. Although she didn't ask anything, looking at the last WeChat chat record from three months ago, is the meaning still unclear?
"Okay, Teacher Yuan, then I'll think of a solution myself."

After hanging up the phone, Lao Luo's call came: "Bian Lang, Lao Dong asked me to invite you to dinner. They just came back from visiting relatives in Dizhou this morning and will leave in a few days. Thank you before saying hospitality.”

Bian Lang couldn't hear Lao Luo's emotions, and it was hard to judge.But it was embarrassing. As an adult, he really couldn't find a reason not to go to the appointment...

"Okay, I'll decide the place, okay?"

"You decide! Lao Dong and the others should tell me when they want to eat, and I will come with them."

Bian Lang originally thought it would be near the studio, but when he raised his head, he was stunned: "Where have I driven?"

After seeing the nearby landmark buildings clearly, Bian Lang said to Lao Luo: "Let's eat fungi, here at the Mu Shuihua Market..."

(End of this chapter)