Tan Yue ignored Wei Yu, thought for a moment, and asked Wei Yu: "Who is this song for? Zhang Guang or Ma Long?"

Tan Yue had a general impression in his mind. Wei Yu had told him before that a singer was planning to release an album and hoped that he could write a title song for him. At that time, Tan Yue was busy preparing for the new media department and did not hear clearly.

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Wei Yu rolled his eyes again. He rolled his eyes too much today and almost twitched. He said helplessly: "Ma Long."

Tan Yue nodded.

As a company executive, Tan Yue knows every powerful artist in the company, including Zhang Guang and Ma Long, whom he just mentioned, both of whom are the backbone of Bright Entertainment Company.

Tan Yue thought in his mind, and information about Malong gradually emerged in his mind.

Malone, thirty-seven years old, singer, good at campus ballads...

Tan Yue pursed his lips. Many excellent campus folk songs passed through his mind. Tan Yue seemed to be watching, choosing the most suitable one.

Tan Yue knew something about Ma Long. He was obsessed with music. To exaggerate, he had a pure heart. He even gave up many things for music, including love.

Tan Yue didn't know the bloody story about how to give up on love.

However, he already had a good song settled in his mind.

The pen in Tan Yue's hand started to move.

Wei Yu across from him was stunned.

Good guy, I was originally worried about being perfunctory, but I didn't expect Tan Yue to be so over the top and so blatantly perfunctory!

Is this live songwriting?

It's not that fast to memorize songs live, right?

Looking at Tan Yue who was engaged, Wei Yu hesitated whether to interrupt him.

After a while, Tan Yue finished writing in a hurry.

A piece of A4 paper is filled with writing.

Tan Yue handed the piece of paper to Wei Yu, who reached out to take it with doubt and disbelief on his face.

I made up my mind that if this song doesn't work, let Tan Yue rewrite the song "Supo Idol's Smile" just now.

Wei Yu started to read this song, called "Those Flowers".

Seeing this name, Wei Yu's brows furrowed into a deep "Sichuan" character. To be honest, this song title really did not satisfy Wei Yu.

Why does it have a rustic flavor? The little wild flowers on the roadside?

This damn thing doesn’t match Malone’s character and image at all.

Wei Yu patiently continued to look down.

The music and lyrics were all read, and Wei Yu even hummed softly in his mouth.

"That laughter reminds me of my flowers."

"In every corner of my life, quietly open for me."

"I thought I would always be by her side."

"Today we have left, in the sea of ​​people."

"They are all old."

"Where are they?"

"Fortunately, I have been with them to open up."

"La......"

"..."

Wei Yu sings very well. Although he is not a professional, he is better than Momo.

In the office, only Wei Yu's humming was left, gradually filling the entire office.

Tan Yue closed his eyes slightly, enjoying himself a little.

He is quite satisfied with this song. In terms of quality, it is much better than the previous song.

And not only Tan Yue was satisfied, but also Wei Yu, who was sitting opposite him and had finished humming "Those Flowers".

Wei Yu stared blankly at the paper in front of him, his lips tightly pressed into a straight line, and his tight lips were still trembling undetectably.

Anyone who looks at it can see how excited he is at this moment.

Having been the director of the music department for so many years, Wei Yu has no shortage of appreciation skills. He has a pretty good set of standards for judging a song.

And in his set of standards, he gave the song "Those Flowers" the highest score.

"Grass!"

Director Wei Yuwei, who was known as a high-quality man in the company, couldn't hold it back and uttered a curse word.

It's no wonder that I just saw Tan Yue's fast writing and he wrote this song in such a short time.

Wei Yu had doubts about the quality of the song.

I even planned to talk to Tan Yue, but if it didn't work out, he would still want the song "Supo Idol's Smile".

With this questioning mentality, Wei Yu suddenly saw "Those Flowers", and the impact on his spirit was unparalleled.

He raised his head again and looked at Tan Yue, the light in his eyes seemed to flow out.

I have always known that Tan Yue has outstanding musical talent, but this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes... In just a few minutes, he wrote a song. Well, let alone the quality of the song, it took just a few minutes to write a song. How many people in the entertainment industry can write a song?

And the quality is so high... Wei Yu looked at Tan Yue, slowly opened his tightly pressed mouth, and asked: "Teacher Tan, you didn't write songs so quickly before, right? "

Unknowingly, Wei Yu had used honorifics in the conversation, and he was really frightened by Tan Yue.

Now Wei Yu was surprised and happy.

Tan Yue raised his eyebrows, spread his hands and said, "Yes."

Wei Yu took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Tan."

He originally wanted to call him a monster, but Wei Yu's expression suddenly changed and he said fiercely: "Since you can write songs so quickly and ensure quality, why have you been holding off on writing songs for me!"

Tan Yue snorted, not knowing whether to say he was busy or lazy.

Finally, Wei Yu said, "Just choose "Those Flowers"" and walked away.

Tan Yue shook his head, picked up the phone, and told the copyright department to ask someone to record "Those Flowers" and register the copyright of "Those Flowers" as soon as possible.

After hanging up the phone, Tan Yue rubbed his head. He had to find a secretary as soon as possible, otherwise it would be really troublesome if there was no one around.

For example, trivial matters such as registering copyright can be left to a secretary. Now that there is no secretary, Tan Yue has to handle it personally.

...

Chang'an Building, fifty-eighth floor, in an office.

Malone was sitting on the sofa, his face a little ugly.

Next to him, Malone's agent also had a drooped face and seemed to be in a low mood.

Ma Long said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, we can't wait any longer. If Mr. Tan never writes songs for me, will my album never be released? I think other musicians in the company also write good songs, and I feel that I can also write a song of good quality to be the title song."

Malone and his manager also heard about Tan Yue writing a song for a new trainee, and they felt a little dissatisfied.

There are probably several reasons for dissatisfaction.

On the one hand, he is also the backbone of the company and has the potential to become a first-tier and second-tier artist. Mr. Tan would rather write songs for a new trainee than write songs for himself. Although he and Mr. Tan are not familiar with each other and do not have a good relationship, Moreover, this song also belongs to Mr. Tan. In theory, I can give it to whomever I want, but even though I say this, I still feel unhappy.

On the other hand, and more importantly, I rarely participate in variety shows and show up rarely, so I have to rely on releasing songs and albums to increase my presence. But this time, in order to wait for Tan Yue's title song, his album has been

He kept it secret, fans had already urged him five or six times, and Malone was under a lot of pressure.

If the director hadn't been so confident in Mr. Tan's songs and insisted on making Mr. Tan's song the title song of his album, Malone would have been unable to sit still and wait any longer.

The manager nodded and said: "You are right, procrastinating like this is not an option. I will go and tell the director later that Mr. Tan cannot provide us with the title song, so we will not invite songs from him.

Not every song written by Mr. Tan may be a masterpiece."

What is said on the Internet that "Tan Yue's products must be high-quality" is, in the eyes of Malone and his agent, just a joke made by some mindless fans to praise Tan Yue.

How is it possible? Tan Yue is also a human being, not a god. It is impossible for every song he writes to be a high-quality masterpiece.

Malone nodded and said to his agent: "Okay, Brother Wang, you have to go and talk to the director today. It's not our fault. We have been waiting for a long time, but we can't wait forever."

The agent nodded and was about to speak when there was a knock on the office door.

Before he could ask, the door rang three times and was pushed open from the outside.

After saying that Cao Cao was about to arrive, Wei Yu, the director of the music department, opened the door and walked in.

"Director."

"Director, you are here."

Ma Long and his agent greeted Wei Yu.

Wei Yu was in a suit and leather shoes, with a dignified appearance. His face had a hint of spring, and he held an A4-sized piece of paper in his hand.
To be continued...