Divine Lucky Star

Young singer writing contest?

Wang Hao's eyes flashed gold instantly: "Is there such a good thing?! Is there any money to take?!"

"Do you have nothing but money in your mind?" Bai Yaning scolded with a smile: "Of course there is money to take, and the champion has a half-million bonus."

Half a million bonus!

Damn it, one toilet is almost enough!

"I'll go, I'll go!" Wang Hao said excitedly: "A lot of small money! Hahahaha!"

Bai Yaning: "..."

As a result, Wang Hao suddenly touched his chin and said, "But speaking of it, I have a lot of songs, but the problem is that I can't sing!"

"That's simple," Bai Yaning drove straight to the Youmeng Recording Studio: "You only need to get the lyrics and music out. I'll find someone to sing. You don't have to worry about that. How about?"

If someone sings, of course, there is no problem. Wang Hao nodded, "What are you waiting for, let's go and let's go. Oh, isn't this song as much as it needs? No problem! Let's get the championship!"

Bai Ya Ning pursed her lips and smiled: "You brag again!"

Wang Hao: "..."

When telling the truth for Brother Mao, people will always be considered bragging!

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In the office of the music director of Cool Brother, Zeng Wenhui is sitting on his sofa, busy with his work. As the music director of the largest domestic music website, Zeng Wenhui often needs to write music reports for major domestic entertainment media. And today, he is writing the latest music ranking-the top searched song rankings in the first half of the Kingdom of Heaven.

This hot search song list is a very formal ranking list in the heavenly music industry.

Almost all the hot songs that can enter the list are the hot songs that have appeared this year. The search volume of any song needs to be more than 100 million-the volume of each song, as long as it is played once, it is counted as one volume. So many people repeat singles for one day, and count as much as they can play. So the unit of 100 million is not too exaggerated.

However, in the current view of Zeng Wenhui, the songs on the chart this time are far from reaching his requirements.

"Sing on the tree, play 125474787, pass..."

"The man and woman sitting at the door, the broadcast volume is 136521478, pass..."

"Write a song for you, the amount of playback is 11548752*ass......"

After passing several songs in a row, Zeng Wenhui shook his head helplessly: "Although the volume of these songs has been brushed up, the quality is really terrible. It would be so-so after listening to it once or twice. Can't vomit..."

Sweeping all the songs into the trash can, Zeng Wenhui said helplessly: "Good songs are hard to find..."

"Old Zeng," a slightly bald middle-aged man sitting on the sofa took a sip of tea and shook his head: "I don't have any of the songs you play. When these people are on stage, the ratings must be horrible! This is really not for me, I just want to say that these songs are rubbish!"

The middle-aged man's name is Du Zheyun, and he is the director of the Heavenly Kingdom Musicians Association. He is also considered a heavyweight. This year's Young Singer Composition Competition was proposed by him.

"No," Zeng Wenhui smiled bitterly, and said, "What are these young people doing now? It sounds like a lullaby. Listening to it once or twice is pretty sloppy. Listen to it for a while. Don’t fall asleep! If this is broadcast on TV and the audience listens to how many asleep, the fun will be great!"

The two of them were really depressed about this.

Although there must be good and bad in a program, at least there must be one that catches the eye.

Otherwise, let alone the ratings of these songs when the time comes, the audience who watched the show might not make up enough!

"Ding Ding Ding—"

Zeng Wenhui was depressed. Suddenly his cell phone rang, and when he picked it up, he was shocked!

"Miss Ice Concubine?" Zeng Wenhui made a silent gesture, Du Zheyun knew everything, and immediately leaned over, and the two listened together. Zeng Wenhui said: "Miss Bingfei, what did you think of calling me?"

Bai Yaning: "Editor Zeng, remember that Wang Hao, right?"

"Wang Hao?" Zeng Wenhui's eyes lit up when he heard the name, and said anxiously: "That must be remembered! What, is it that he is going to participate in the young singer writing contest? Oh, okay, okay!"

Du Zheyun quietly asked, "Wang Hao? Who?"

Zeng Wenhui: "Shh..."

At this time Bai Ya Ning replied: "Well, he intends to participate, would you like to come and listen?"

Wang Hao!

There are songs!

Damn it, you have to go!

"Go, go, you must go!" Zeng Wenhui's head clicked like a chicken pecked at the rice: "It's still Youmeng Recording Studio, right? No problem, I'll be there right away! By the way, Director Du Zheyundu of the Music Association is also here, I will take him Let's go together! Miss Bingfei, Wang Hao didn't say what the name of this song is?"

Bai Yaning: "The Bubble."

After reporting the song title, Bai Yaning hung up!

Zeng Wenhui and Du Zheyun looked at each other.

"Bubbles?" Du Zheyun shook his head as soon as he heard the name, and said, "We are a young singer-songwriter competition. The main theme is a song that describes love. What kind of "bubble" does this kid make, can this song work? This Wang Hao Do you know each other?"

"Of course! This is a very talented young man! He made the song "Rainbow Clang Rose"." Zeng Wenhui touched the mustache on his chin and said, "It's just that I also think the title of the song. It's a bit wrong. If you say something like "Great Love and Little Love" or "Love Is Like a Long River", then such a song can impress the audience. This "bubble"...just listen to the title of the song, I don't know what it is! Children blowing bubbles?"

"It's him, he seems to have some ability." Du Zheyun stood up and said: "Don't think about that, let's go, don't you know if it is the mule or the horse who pulled out for a walk?"

The two went out and boarded the car, and soon arrived at the Youmeng Recording Studio.

As soon as he entered the private room No. 1, Zeng Wenhui smiled and said, "Little Wang is here, will you surprise me today?"

"It's nothing, it's just a song," Wang Hao said with a smile, "Editor Zeng."

Du Zheyun looked at Wang Hao carefully.

It looks like he is 23 or 4 years old, and he is quite sunny, but is it possible for his song...

In fact, Du Zheyun is still very skeptical.

"You are Wang Hao?" Du Zheyun smiled and stretched out his hand: "I am Du Zheyun, director of the Music Association. I heard the old Zeng said, you are very talented. I just don't know if your bubble today... can it work? I can't tell anything by looking at the title of the song!"

"Ah~www.NovelMTL.com~ I wrote when I was bored," Wang Hao stretched out his hand and shook him, then smiled: "Improvisation, improvisation."

Zeng Wenhui suddenly curled his lips-brat, you don't pretend to force us to be friends!

"Okay, everyone is here," Bai Yaning said, sitting on the sofa, taking a sip of her drink, "Wang Hao, you can sing it first."

She also knew that although Wang Hao could sing, she couldn't write music, so she went straight to the subject and asked Wang Hao to sing it directly.

But the problem is, Du Zheyun quit at this time...

"Well, don't worry," Du Zheyun asked, "There must be a lyrics score? Can you let me see it first?"

"This..." Wang Hao scratched his hair: "I can't write about that..."

"Huh?!" Du Zheyun was shocked when he heard this, and said: "You can't even write this, and you still make lyrics and music?"

This is very embarrassing.

Wang Hao doesn’t know how to write music. Bai Yaning and Zeng Wenhui know it, but Du Zheyun doesn’t know...

In Du Zheyun's mind, it's a fantasy that a songwriter can't write music scores--that's a fantasy that you can't write and you still play a hammer?

"Old Du, this kid is like this," Zeng Wenhui hurriedly closed the game: "Is it alright, let's listen to him sing it before talking. That's how we did the last song."

"Okay," Du Zheyun sat down on the sofa, saying that he would not be able to talk about it: "Then sing."

Wang Hao shrugged, then sat in front of the piano, and started walking!

"The bubbles in the sun are colored."

"It's like being deceived, I am happy."

"Account for what is right or wrong, your lie, based on you still loving me..."

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