classifiedscript Chapter 28 is for you!
Chapter 28 is for you!
Chapter 28 is for you!
Hearing Lin Yourong's complaints, Yu Huan was speechless.
Why is this child so slow to understand?
"Uh—" Yu Huan cut to the chase: "Sister You Rong, I'm not asking you how I sang, I'm asking you, how is this song?"
"Great! Although you sang a little off-key, the lyrics and music are both excellent! The melody is very catchy!" Lin Yourong nodded vigorously and said, "I just don't think I've heard it before. Is it a new song? Whose song is it?"
"I wrote it."
Yu Huan remained calm and composed, without even blushing or panting.
He thought to himself, "I'm sorry everyone, Ah Su's singing performance is not ideal. In order for her to hold her own in the music scene, I can only let you live in my shadow."
Her eyes were wide open, her dark pupils filled with disbelief.
He stared directly at Yu Huan: "You're not kidding, are you?"
"I would never dare to joke like that with Sister Yourong!"
"No, let me have a moment..."
Lin Yourong breathed a long sigh of relief.
Hear the words.
As Yu Huan got up, she leaned her guitar against the French windows of the balcony.
Turning my head, I saw two delicate white bone china cups on the coffee table, the liquid inside them amber in color.
Yu Huan sat back on the sofa, picked up her cup, and the rich aroma of milk and the mellow fragrance of tea filled her nostrils.
He took a sip; it tasted sweet.
He smacked his lips.
Not bad.
Yunnan black tea paired with milk, then given its soul by caramel.
Absolutely!
The mother-in-law, having finished her work, came out with a steaming cup of milk tea and looked at the two people, one sitting and one standing: "Was Xiao Yu singing just now? I heard it from the kitchen."
"Not really, I'm sorry if I've hurt your ears!" Yu Huan put the half-finished milk tea on the coffee table.
"I came out for a quick look earlier, and you play the guitar quite well." The mother-in-law beamed. "You and You Rong could form a husband-and-wife duo, one playing the guitar and the other singing!"
Yu Huan knew that his mother-in-law was joking with him.
Old Lin has long been dissatisfied with his daughter's involvement in the entertainment industry, and now that his son-in-law is also getting involved, he's probably going crazy.
Isn't this just asking for trouble?
Besides, Lin Yourong herself is already quite famous and has a loyal fan base, so why would she form a group with him?
Yu Huan smiled brightly: "That won't do. I can play it in front of acquaintances, but I'll look awkward on stage."
Lin Yourong slumped onto the sofa.
Then he seemed to calm down again: "Mom, do you know, he can also write songs!"
"That song Xiao Yu sang before, you wrote it yourself?" After a moment of surprise, the mother-in-law laughed and said, "My son-in-law is really multi-talented!"
Yu Huan was now too embarrassed to admit it immediately, so she simply said:
"When I was in college, I played guitar for fun. I could only read tablature. Before, when I had nothing to do, I bought a book on basic music theory and learned a bit. So I tried writing a song. Well, I just wrote it for fun."
The mother-in-law believed it immediately, after all, Yu Huan's singing was really not very good.
Why do I say that I only wrote one poem?
Because quality is more important than quantity when it comes to songs; one song is enough!
If managed properly, a hit song that goes viral can be worth at least a small fortune.
Take the old song "Mice Love Rice" for example. In 2004, when a bowl of beef noodles cost only a few yuan, it became so popular that Yang Zhigang made a fortune of 170 million yuan in cash with it.
For example, Rain God released the song "Love Story of Guangzhou" on Taobao for eighty yuan, and it quickly topped the music charts as soon as it was released.
The music video was shot with a mobile phone, so the resolution is terrible and there's no image stabilization. My girlfriend temporarily took over as the female lead in the music video.
This poorly made song turned the Rain God from a serf into a singer, who started picking up money in sacks and became rich overnight, achieving a successful reversal of fortune and living in a mansion and driving luxury cars... And this song, "It's You," immediately began to dominate the screen upon its release, becoming a viral hit in short videos.
Lin Yourong only needs one hit song to establish herself in the music industry.
Gathering his scattered thoughts, Yu Huan pulled a folded piece of paper, about the size of his palm, from his pocket. It was a piece he had torn from his notebook.
He held it between two long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles and handed it to Lin Yourong.
"Take a look, it's written in tablature. If you think it's okay, you can change it to standard musical notation and use it."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong, who was sitting a seat away from Yu Huan, moved her thigh closer and took the paper from him.
Bend down and spread it out on the coffee table.
She lowered her head and tucked her messy bangs behind her ear: "Let me take a look first."
Yu Huan felt refreshed and invigorated by the faint fragrance of flowers and fruits wafting towards her.
Lin Yourong watched intently for a moment, then got up, picked up the guitar that was leaning against the French windows of the balcony, and sat down next to Yu Huan.
The mother-in-law glanced at them from left to right, then casually placed the empty cup on the coffee table.
She yawned: "You guys chat, I'm going to take a nap. I have plans to play mahjong with some friends this afternoon. The ingredients are all ready, I'll get up at 11:30 to cook them!"
"Mom, go and rest."
Lin Yourong waved her hand without looking up.
She immediately and impatiently strummed a string along the chord progression, her cherry-red lips moving as she softly hummed the lyrics.
Seeing that she was engrossed in her work, Yu Huan quietly picked up her milk tea to avoid disturbing her.
She hummed a song softly, and Yu Huan felt a hint of sweetness in her voice, as gentle and delicate as the evening breeze on her face.
Oh.
It tastes like milk tea.
A short while later, the music ended, and Lin Yourong's right hand, which had been strumming the strings, paused, and she raised her head.
Yu Huan then asked her, "How's the song?"
"Great! This song is very well written! The lyrics are very poetic, and the melody is also very beautiful!"
"That's good." Yu Huan nodded.
"I'll buy this song!" Lin Yourong said arrogantly.
Yu Huan was even more arrogant and domineering.
With a wave of his hand: "Here you go!"
Hear the words.
Lin Yourong's long, willow-leaf-like eyebrows lifted slightly, and her eyes curved into two crescent moons, sparkling with a clear and bright light.
Her upper lip was slightly upturned, revealing a few of her clean, even upper teeth:
"Are you stupid? It's not like I'm paying for it, it's the company's money!"
"Is that so?"
"Ah."
"How much is this song worth?" Yu Huan rubbed his hands together, looking expectant.
"You're not famous, you're a newbie in the pixel art scene, and if your songs are decent, we can buy out the copyrights completely. A song would cost around a few thousand to ten thousand, but no more than twenty thousand. But if you go through me, I'll definitely give you the maximum copyright fee!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan's burning heart instantly cooled down: "Twenty thousand at the top? Wen Shan's lyrics alone are worth eight thousand per word! And this is the whole song!"
“Top producers can sell songs for over a million each. For an unknown nobody like you, getting 20,000 would be pretty good!” Lin Yourong picked up the cup on the coffee table, took a sip of milk tea, and continued, “Anyway, I’ll help you negotiate. I can get over 20,000. Don’t have too high expectations. Don’t think you can make tens or hundreds of thousands at once.”
"walk slowly!"
Yu Huan thought for a moment:
"So, what's your company's division of labor?"
(End of this chapter)