God knows how long it took Zhao Jue to figure out what Lin Yuan said before leaving, but for a moment it was both funny and touching.

It's funny...

Does Lin Yuan really understand what level of song he lacks?

Touched in...

Lin Yuan must not want to see himself so upset, so he wanted to help him.

The years of ups and downs in the industry have made Zhao Jue used to seeing the warmth and coldness of human feelings, so he knows what is truly precious.

Whether it is a representative work or not, the composer treats every song of his own as much as his own children, for fear that his work will be despised.

Who would treat such a work as a thank you for a simple meal?

Lin Yuan dares to say this, but Zhao Jue cannot listen to this.

At this time, it doesn't matter whether the level of the representative work is.

So what if Lin Yuan’s song can’t help me?

Just his intentions and his maintenance alone are worthy of treasure.

The smile quietly warmed up.

Zhao Jue opened his email, put on his headphones, and sounded the song called "Flame-inflammable and Explosive".

"Ha ha."

The familiar electronic synthesizing sound at the beginning of the song made Zhao Jue smile knowingly.

Last time Lin Yuan gave himself "Born Like Summer Flowers", he also used this special electronic synthesizer.

The three-minute and twenty-second song will be finished soon.

But after listening to the song, Zhao Jue's expression changed slightly.

She subconsciously played the song again.

It was still three minutes and twenty seconds, but this time, the time seemed to be longer.

After listening to the song, Zhao Jue stood up and almost wanted to catch up with Lin Yuan who had left long ago.

But after a slight meal, she suddenly stopped again, looked down at Lin Yuan’s half-eat lunch, and murmured: “Do you call this a thank you gift for a meal…”

"Yo, Xiao Zhao, what are you thinking, so trance."

Lao Zhou also came to the cafeteria and saw Zhao Jue with headphones at a glance, with a complicated expression.

"ah."

Lao Zhou suddenly thought of something: "Are you still worried about how to sign the championship with the "Shengfang" this year? Don't worry, I'll help you find a few songs to try. The composition department is full of talents, and there is always a way."

"I think, no need."

Zhao Jue tilted his head and took off his headphones.

Old Zhou was stunned: "Why?"

Zhao Jue smiled slightly: "You will know from now on."

Old Zhou laughed: "You're still keeping me indifferent, okay, let me tell you good news! Lin Yuan is really a genius. He just came to the composition department and completed a five-million order! Good guy, more than a dozen gold medal composers were unable to get this order. He made it as soon as he took action! And the quality of the song he wrote is really amazing. Judging from my years of experience, the chance of this song becoming popular is very high! This is a good seedling you sent to me. Brother Zhou owe you a favor!"

Zhao Jue's mouth opened slightly.

The only thought in her mind at the moment was: What kind of monster did I sign at the beginning?

...

At three o'clock in the afternoon.

In a hotel in Qinzhou.

Zhao Yingchuang, the champion of this year's "Shang Bloom", looked depressed: "These days, the three major entertainment companies have sent so many songs, why isn't there one that satisfies me?"

"Didn't you say "Shan Hai" is good?"

Zhao Yingchuang's cousin Zhao Xiaoli said that after becoming the champion of "Sheng Bloom" this year, there were too many companies to contact Zhao Yingchuang, so Zhao Xiaoli temporarily acted as an agent for Zhao Yingchuang to deal with external relations. Fortunately, there were no activities, so Zhao Xiaoli usually only helped to make phone calls.

As for the "Mountains and Seas" mentioned by Zhao Xiaoli, it is a song that shines with brilliant silver light.

Zhao Yingcheng shook his head: "Shan Hai" is good, but it's just good. This song is not enough to make me sing it. What I want is a representative work, because I hope that I can officially release the first song of the single and become my own representative work. When it comes to this song in the future, everyone will immediately think that this song was sung by Zhao Yingcheng!"

Zhao Xiaoli whispered: "You have a little high demand..."

Zhao Yingchuang sighed: "That's because you don't understand this industry. My vocal level is indeed very good, but my goal is to become a future queen in the music industry. Without the help of good songs, no matter how good the voice is, it's useless. Don't look at all companies now want to sign me sincerely. After all, they probably won't care about me so much. After all, what I eat now is the champion bonus of the "Shang Bang". In the future, which company will not be a bunch of singers and queens in charge."

"That's what I said."

Zhao Xiaoli advised: "But you don't have to eat it in one go, you have to wait for a good song. The king and queen can't do it overnight. There is no reason why you can write it immediately if you ask others to write it. Moreover, the songs sent by the three major companies recently were created by famous high-level composers in this industry. This attention alone has expressed the wishes of these companies. If I want me to say it, it's brilliant. Anyway, you also say that the song "Mountains and Seas" is OK."

"Let's talk about it."

Zhao Yingchuang was a little unwilling to accept it.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoli's cell phone rang again. She took it out and smiled: "How long has it been, and a few new songs from the three major companies have been sent."

Zhao Yingchuang said listlessly: "Whose songs are they all?"

Zhao Xiaoli glanced at it and said, "The composer of the song "Coloured Silver Light" is called Yang Shan, the composer of the song "Sha Hai" is called Jiang Yi, and the composer of the song "Singmang" is called Xianyu."

Yang Shan?

Jiang Yi?

Envy fish?

Zhao Yingcang raised his eyebrows, and the information of these people had already appeared in his mind: "Yang Shan and Jiang Yi are both ace composers in the industry. As for this Xianyu, he is a composer who just debuted. Last month's newcomer list title "Life Like Summer Flower" was his first work, but that song was not my dish. I didn't expect Xingmang to fool me this time. No matter how the quality of the songs were, the works they handed over were all from the trump card of various companies..."

"Newcomer?"

Zhao Xiaoli was a little worried and said, "It seems that the three major companies are almost out of patience with you. Xingmang has even sent a newcomer song. Why don't we choose one quickly? You can listen to these songs first."

"Forget it."

Zhao Yingchuang has been hit by continuous disappointment these days: "Let's listen when you save ten songs. No matter what the result is, I will choose a contracted one in it. It's really not a problem to keep dragging it."

"It's OK."

Zhao Xiaoli smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I'll invite you to watch a movie. Next Tuesday, there will be an animated movie called "Yulong Dance" released. Don't you like to watch cartoons? You can choose a better position to buy tickets now."

"You buy it."
Chapter completed!