When Lu Chen saw Wang Jing for the first time, his feeling was...
This boy is so handsome!
Then he immediately realized that he had made an own mistake, and the other party was not a boy, but a girl.
A handsome girl.
She is about 1.75 meters tall, with a pair of compass-like straight legs wrapped in water-blue thin jeans, and a homemade silk-screen cotton T-shirt on her upper body. Her hair is cut very short, so she looks very neat and tidy.
This girl is very beautiful, her eyes, nose, lips, and chin all meet the usual aesthetic standards, but she is not that kind of charming or gorgeous, and has a kind of heroism that is difficult to express in words.
What impressed Lu Chen the most was her eyes, bright and energetic like morning stars.
"This is my daughter Wang Jing..."
Wang Changsheng introduced to both parties: "This is Mr. Lu Chen, a new client of our studio."
"Hello!"
Wang Jing extended her hand generously to Lu Chen: "Welcome to Nirvana Studio."
Lu Chen shook hands with her: "Hello."
After sitting down again, Lu Chen handed the sheet music that had been printed earlier to the other party, and asked, "I would like to ask your studio to help me complete the arrangement and accompaniment recording of this song. Can it be done in two days?"
Wang Jing frowned, took the printing paper and read it.
She watched it very carefully, and hummed softly according to the music score, and the pitch of her singing was very accurate.
The frown gradually relaxed, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.
After a while, the handsome girl raised her head and asked, "Mr. Lu, did you write this song yourself?"
Lu Chen nodded: "Yes."
The songwriter on the sheet music bears his name.
Wang Jing asked suspiciously: "This song is well written, why did you ask me to arrange it?"
"Wang Jing!"
Before Lu Chen answered, Wang Changsheng gave her a hard look and said, "Mr. Lu is asking you if you can finish it in two days? Why are you asking those irrelevant questions?"
Wang Changsheng knew his daughter's temper too well, and he was afraid that she would scare away Lu Chen, a client he had finally found.
Wang Jing pursed her lips. She did not refute her father, but her silence and the stubborn look on her face made the atmosphere in the small reception room a bit awkward.
Lu Chen coughed and was about to explain a few words, when Wang Jing suddenly said, "Two days are too fast, I can't guarantee the best quality, can you give me a few more days?"
Lu Chen said: "The thing is like this. On the 10th, I will participate in the talent show of Beijing Satellite TV. Because the accompaniment of the song has to be sent in advance, there is no delay in time, but I don't demand the best quality."
"Sing for China?"
Wang Jing frowned again: "Since it's such an important matter, why didn't you come a few days earlier?"
Lu Chen smiled wryly.
He finally understood why Wang Changsheng went to Delong Building to solicit business without hesitation. Wang Jing's temper was too easy to offend clients. How could the business of the studio get better
Lu Chen was not angry. Many powerful people often have different personalities from ordinary people.
Jingyin graduates should be trustworthy.
But her father Wang Changsheng was about to cry: "Wang Jing..."
Wang Jing raised her head and said, "Two days is fine, but the production cost is 20,000 yuan!"
Twenty thousand yuan
Lu Chen's expression became weird—Miss, I'm easy to talk, you can't take me for a fool!
A song worth 20,000 yuan is just an arrangement plus accompaniment, so why did he go to Nirvana Studio to produce it
Lu Chen couldn't help looking at Wang Changsheng who was sitting on the side.
At this time, Wang Changsheng finally showed the emotional intelligence of a qualified studio manager. He calmly said to Wang Jing: "Go and prepare for the work. I will discuss the production cost with Mr. Lu."
The latter was obviously not reconciled, but the pleading in Wang Changsheng's eyes kept her silent, and she left with the score.
Wang Changsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Lu Chen very embarrassedly: "Mr. Lu, my daughter has a bad temper, please don't mind, but you can rest assured of her ability. We work on this song." If you work overtime in the office, it will help you complete it!"
"As for the price, how about 10,000 yuan?"
He took the initiative to cut the price in half, obviously hoping to win Lu Chen's business.
Although Lu Chen knew that if he persisted, he might be able to cut down a few thousand dollars, but after all, this is an urgent business, and it is normal for the price to be high, and if the cut is too hard, others may not be willing to make it with heart.
After thinking about it, he said, "Ten thousand is fine. If this song satisfies me, then my first album can also be handed over to your studio."
"Ok ok!"
Wang Changsheng was overjoyed immediately: "I also hope to have a long-term cooperation with you, Mr. Lu!"
Making a complete album is different from making ten singles, the former has higher requirements.
So for any music studio, making an album is both a challenge and an opportunity.
If the album sells well, it will be easy to become famous in the industry, and business will naturally come in.
Nirvana studio has not produced a real album until now.
Therefore, Wang Changsheng became more and more determined to hold on to Lu Chen as a client. He said sincerely: "Mr. Lu, since you are here, let's take a look at the recording studio of our studio. I will treat you tonight." Have a meal!"
Lu Chen smiled and said, "We need to watch the recording studio, let's talk about it later after we eat."
Under the guidance of the other party, he came to visit the recording studio of Nirvana Studio.
This recording studio occupies more than half of the entire studio area. It is basically equipped with condenser microphones, microphone amplifiers, monitor speakers, vocal effects, mixers, VOD karaoke machines, etc., which is quite complete. specialized.
The interior is very tidy and clean. The installation and layout of pipelines, air conditioners, sound insulation walls, and sound insulation doors are all in place. Although the space inside is not very large, it does not feel cramped, which is in stark contrast to the office area outside.
Wang Hui, the son of Wang Changsheng, is in charge of the recording studio. This handsome guy with glasses is shy, and he is about 60 to 70 percent similar to his sister in appearance.
Wang Changsheng was quite proud of his son, and he graciously invited: "Mr. Lu, would you like to let Xiaohui record a song for you on the spot? No money!"
Lu Chen suddenly became interested and asked, "Do you have a guitar here?"
Nirvana Studios not only has guitars, but also a small Nirvana band.
Along with the guitar came four band members including Wang Jing, and the other three were young people in their twenties. They stood in the control room and watched Lu Chen's singing through the vacuum glass window.
It was the first time in Lu Chen's life that he entered a recording studio, but in the dream world, Xu Bo was a frequent visitor to the recording studio.
It’s just that most of the songs Xu Bo recorded in the recording studio were other people’s songs. In order to make a living, he often accompanied others, sang demos, and even sang in harmony. He never released an album that really belonged to him.
When the memory came up, Lu Chen hugged the guitar, closed his eyes facing the microphone, and did not open them for a long time.
In the outer control room, a young man with long hair sneered softly: "It's funny, it's not like I'm making a movie..."
The man next to him in a black T-shirt pretended to be serious and said: "You don't understand, this is called brewing emotions."
The small young man between the two shook his shoulders with an uncontrollable smile on his face.
But Wang Jing folded her arms and said nothing, her eyes were fixed on Lu Chen, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
Fortunately, Wang Changsheng had just left, otherwise he would have been pissed off by a few of them.
Wang Hui frowned, hesitated to speak.
Several band members still knew how to measure, and they didn't joke too much, so they all put away their smiles.
As for the thoughts in their hearts, only they themselves know.
Of course, Lu Chen in the recording room couldn't hear the conversation outside, and felt that his mood had been adjusted to the best state. He opened his eyes and nodded to Wang Hui, indicating that it was time to start.
Wang Hui immediately pressed the button and gave Lu Chen a thumbs up—Come on!
Lu Chen plucked the strings, and played the high-spirited prelude smoothly.
The song he wants to sing is "Once Upon a Time You"!