"Oh my god... why are there so many licking dogs?"
"Authorization? Signing a contract? Writing lyrics? I want to eat shit..."
Looking at the string of red dots in the background of the private message, Hao Yun sighed in disgust, dragged his index finger to batch operations, and then clicked the block button.
From the day after he uploaded the piano version of "Fireworks Easily Cold", he began to receive private messages continuously in the background.
I asked for his contact information.
Some people also asked him about music licensing.
There was even an even more shameless one who directly offered him 10,000 yuan to buy out the entire version of his song and asked him to delete the song.
Ten thousand yuan...
Sending beggars away!
Wanting to buy out the entire copyright is simply a dream!
Later, if I asked him about lyrics and authorization, he would simply block me without replying.
Just kidding, the lyrics and singer have already been prepared, so how could he let others post the lyrics first
Liang Ziyuan, in fact, has a good character. At least he keeps his word. As long as he agrees to something, he has never regretted it.
Although this guy sometimes has a somewhat annoying personality, he is at least trustworthy.
How could Hao Yun dare to bet on those passers-by who he had never met before
This doesn’t even count whether the other party’s potential is worth cultivating...
Therefore, he ignored any of those private messages.
It’s also thanks to Xia Guo’s extremely strict copyright laws, otherwise with his “arrogant” attitude, I’m afraid that re-created versions or even plagiarized versions will already be flying all over the Internet, and there’s no telling if the original song will be released by then. I haven’t covered Fire yet.
To be honest, Hao Yun was very happy to see so many people listening to the music he recorded.
As a beginner who touches the piano for the first time, to achieve such a result, apart from the awesome arranger, half of the credit must be attributed to his own talent, right
However, the only thing that surprised Hao Yun was that he overestimated Liang Ziyuan's grandson after all.
Even if he had already cooked the meal and put it in the mouth of this idiot, he would still be completely immersed in his own world and not care about what was happening outside.
Hao Yun looked at the creator backstage dumbfounded. Hao Yun really didn't expect that before this guy discovered the song, his own IDs of "Fireworks Easily Cold" and "Cloud Recesses Don't Know Where" would be in the circle of music creators. It's popular on a small scale.
Less than three days after uploading, the number of views has exceeded 500,000!
And the momentum of growth continues unabated!
Five hundred thousand doesn't sound like a lot, but to achieve this in the niche circle of music producers is quite extraordinary!
After all, everyone on the Internet knows how picky the tastes of Yinke.com users are.
In addition, most of the users here are musicians, and the threshold for both taste and professionalism is quite high. It is even more difficult to stand out as a newcomer...
[What a talented author!]
[Wow, wow, it sounds so good!]
[I heard a hint of sadness and a bit of sadness in the song. I guess the arranger is also a person with a story!]
[Can the author please reply to the private message? Woohoo, don’t ignore your fans!]
[I really want to hear the lyrics version! I feel like it would sound great if I added lyrics!]
[Yes, yes, I don’t know why, it’s obviously a piano piece, but it has a Chinese-style charm!]
Lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone, and looking at the backend page of Yinke.com, Hao Yun felt a little emotional for a moment.
About a few minutes ago, he received a reminder from the administrator.
Since the quality of the tracks meets the standards required by the website, the website has given him the gold label of "Original Musician".
That was the gold label that Liang Ziyuan dreamed of!
He probably would never have dreamed that the thing he had been searching for for three years without getting it would only take a few days for the person sleeping on the other side of his bed...
In fact, Hao Yun doesn't care about these false reputations. His motto is to make a fortune silently.
What's more, the song itself was indeed not written by himself, but came from another parallel world.
But then again.
Thanks to the popularity of the song itself, Liang Ziyuan finally discovered this song on the rankings. After downloading the score, he tried to play it twice on the guitar.
I have to say, as long as he doesn't sing nonsense, this guy can play the guitar pretty well.
What made Hao Yun's head full of trouble was that he didn't pluck two of the guitar strings, so he began to improvise again and sang some difficult sentences.
"Can't you just stop talking?" Zheng Xueqian finally got impatient, stopped the pen in his hand, and said with a painful look on his face, "As long as you don't open your mouth to sing, we will still be brothers."
Zhou Xuan, who came to visit 401, nodded in agreement and persuaded him earnestly.
"That's right, as soon as you open your mouth, good guy, my buddy Wang Ziyi has been cured of the cerebral thrombosis he suffered from for ten years."
Zhu Kening hasn't returned to the dormitory yet, so he didn't participate in the complaint, otherwise he would definitely not be left behind.
Ever since Liang Ziyuan's guitar playing frequency changed from playing an impromptu song every half hour to now steadily outputting it to the next door dormitory to turn off the lights, he returned to his dormitory later and later.
"What do you know?"
Liang Ziyuan glanced at this "ordinary man", shook his head, and continued to be immersed in his own world.
It wasn't until someone from the opposite dormitory came to the door to protest that he put down the guitar without any satisfaction.
…
Late at night.
After washing, Hao Yun climbed into bed, logged into his Yinke account and took a look. He was surprised to find that among the pile of private messages, three of them were from Qianyuan.
Sure enough, there is a word called really fragrant.
This aloof 250-year-old finally bowed before his talent.
Qianyuan: [Sorry, I didn’t see your message before.]
Qianyuan: [Lyrics·Attachment]
Qianyuan: [I tried to fill in the lyrics for the song on your homepage. Can you help me take a look?]
Seeing these three messages, Hao Yun was immediately happy.
Boy, is this so realistic
I had just blocked someone before, and now I have the shamelessness to come to my door without even a single apology
never mind.
A father is not as knowledgeable as his son.
Even if it's not for the sake of the father-son friendship between roommates, you still have to give the system some face.
Without even bothering to click on the lyrics in the attachment, Hao Yun poked the screen with his finger, edited a message and sent it.
[Brother, your wording is really a bit slovenly.]
[How about you take a look at mine?]
[Lyrics·Attachments]
After sending the message, Hao Yun glanced across the bed calmly.
The expression on Liang Ziyuan's face didn't change much, it was just the same as usual.
However, through the light of his mobile phone, Hao Yun still vaguely saw a trace of looseness on his face.
His intuition told him that it was probably a shock.
And it’s still extraordinary…
After a while, a private message was sent.
Qianyuan: [Good words...]
Yun Shen did not know where to start: [Are you interested in singing?]
Qianyuan: [? !]
Yun Shen didn't know where to start: [I'm asking you, do you want to sing?]
Yun Shen didn't know where to start: [I read your work and feel that the tone should be OK. If you want to sing, I can authorize it for you to try.]
After clicking send, Hao Yun suddenly regretted whether he seemed too attentive.
Maybe if I act more aloof, the results might be better
There was silence on the other end of the private message window for a while.
Just when Hao Yun was about to fall asleep from waiting, a message popped up.
Qianyuan: [Think! ! !]
Qianyuan: [Thank you, great god!]
The moment he saw these two messages, Hao Yun became energetic.
It's not just because Liang Ziyuan, the grandson, has finally hit the road.
But at the same time, the system's floating window popped up in front of his eyes!
[Mission: The first step towards the music scene]
[Requirement: Liang Ziyuan’s Yinke account has more than 100,000 fans!]
System tasks!
but…
A bit unexpected
Hao Yun originally estimated that the conditions for completing the task would be tied to a single click rate at most, or to be ranked first on the list, but he did not expect that the requirement would be to exceed 100,000 fans!
To be honest, with the quality of "Fireworks Easily Cold", it is not difficult to gain 100,000 fans, but the problem is that the self-composed songs that his Ziyuan brothers sang in the past are so terrible!
By the way, was that really sung by a human
This is going to be difficult.
Not only did he have to pray that this idiot could sing better, but he also had to find a way to get him to delete the historical works.
If this was not deleted, even if I gained fans through "Fireworks Easily Cold", I would have lost all my fans!
He needs to be taken off the shelves for at least a few days...
Just when Hao Yun was having a headache, the other side of the bed suddenly shook.
Thinking it was an earthquake, he turned off the system screen and looked up, only to see a black figure climbing down the ladder vigorously.
You know who that person is without asking.
Hao Yun was stunned for a moment, looked at Liang Ziyuan and asked.
"… what are you doing?"
"Chase your dream."
"???"
He coolly said a sentence that no one understood. After getting dressed and putting on his guitar, Liang Ziyuan didn't say much nonsense. He opened the door and left, leaving only Zheng Xueqian and Hao Yun who were still asleep. Confused.
"Did I speak too harshly and irritate him..." Zheng Xueqian said with some guilt, "But I didn't lie. The song Dogecoin sang was really unpleasant..."
Looking blankly at the closed bedroom door, Hao Yun slowly shook his head.
"It shouldn't be... that boy Zhou Xuan said something more outrageous than you."
If this grandson really cared about what others said, he would have canceled his Yinke.com account long ago.
Although it's nice to see this guy working so hard, what can I say...
Isn't this too late
Zhu Kening still didn't join the conversation. When he came back, he fell asleep, turned over and continued to take a nap.
"Hulu...boom...hoo..."
In the entire dormitory 401, only the dormitory manager was the calmest.
I fell asleep on time at eleven o'clock, and I couldn't shake it, even if the sky fell, I couldn't wake up.
Listening to the rhythm of the snoring, Hao Yun guessed that Brother Kening had already driven the tank in his dream, was using his nose to simulate the engine, and rushed to treat athlete's foot.
Unable to bear to wake him up and complain together, Hao Yun and Zheng Xueqian looked at each other and lay down silently in unison.
I hope this guy is okay...
It's best to stay away from people when practicing singing. It's a trivial matter to be caught by the dormitory manager or security guard, but don't get slapped in the back.
Listening to Ah Huang's whining faintly coming from downstairs, Hao Yun sighed, shrank into the quilt, and closed his eyes.
Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night...