Chapter 36 Stealing a Song
Since it is the most inconspicuous category and has the shadow of a violent organization behind it, it is naturally impossible for KSE Entertainment to get support from the government. Therefore, the company's operation is actually quite difficult. .
Let’s put it this way, calling it an entertainment company is actually a bit misnamed. It is more appropriate to define it as a medium-sized wedding performance company. And these seven little girls also have poor family conditions. , the master whose academic performance is also terrible.
The reason why they are so afraid of Zhao Chenghao is because their families all owe money to others. When they are trainees here, on the one hand, they hold a trace of unrealistic fantasy and long for it. One day becoming a star or an idol is also a way to pay back the money for work.
In short, Zhao Jingsheng is insisting on building this company. Without him, this company would probably be just a facade.
The company had no money, no scale, and naturally no resources. Therefore, when Zhao Jingsheng heard An Rusong say that he had a friend who was a music producer, he naturally had to ask a few more questions.
"My friend's surname is Wen, and his name is Wen Taiji," An Rusong joked casually, "He's just a newcomer, not famous. Brother Jing Sheng must have never heard of him."
Hmm , of course Zhao Jingsheng had never heard of it, so he was a little disappointed.
"It's true that I've never heard of it," Zhao Jingsheng lost most of his interest in an instant, and said perfunctorily, "Does he have any works? If you have time, you can show them to me."
After a pause, he hesitated again, and then said: "If it's really good, we can buy it."
"Okay, okay, Brother Jingsheng," An Rusong hurriedly saluted the other person and said with a smile.
"Okay, let's go," Zhao Jingsheng waved his hand impatiently, signaling him to get out of here.
Following Zhao Chenghao out of the dance studio, An Rusong closed the door, then breathed softly and turned around slowly.
As a result, when he turned around, he was face to face with Zhao Chenghao who was standing in front of him. The other person stared at him with a pair of small eyes.
An Rusong was startled and instinctively moved aside, saying, "What are you doing?!"
"Honestly, is that friend of yours fictitious?" Zhao Chenghao asked, still staring at him closely.
"How is that possible," An Rusong said with a hidden smile.
"Then don't hesitate and tell me your friend's name." Zhao Chenghao grabbed his arm, dragged him back to him, and asked.
"Wen Tai frame," An Rusong said, licking his lips.
The tone he said this was not very sure, because the name just now was just a random joke, and Zhao Chenghao was startled when he went out. He was a little unsure when he was distracted.
"Haha," Zhao Chenghao looked at him with a half-smile, and asked, "Tell me, what on earth are you doing?"
He dragged An Rusong toward the stairs, and then moved away. After the dance studio, he continued: "I'm telling you, don't try to play tricks on me, Brother Jing Sheng. He's a guy."
He pointed at his head, "He's not in a normal brain. Don't look at him being nervous, but If a fight breaks out, even ten of you are no match for him. Hand."
"He has obsessions in his mind now," Zhao Chenghao was still talking as he walked down the stairs. "He just wants to make this crappy company bigger and stronger. If you play tricks on him, he will definitely do it. He can't spare you. When the time comes, he will kill you. I can't stop him if he sinks to the Han River."
"Why should I play tricks on Brother Jingsheng for no reason?" An Rusong said honestly, "Well, I really don't have such a friend."
"You!" Zhao Chenghao stopped and looked over again with his small eyes.
"Listen to what I have to say," An Rusong dragged him toward the office and explained, "The friend I mentioned is actually myself."
"Yourself?" Zhao Chenghao almost laughed at him, "You want to tell me that you also know how to write songs and arrange music? Huh?!"
"It's true that I can't write songs and arrange music, but I have inspiration. Do you know what talent is? Do you know what talent is? Will God reward me with food?" An Rusong said boldly.
"What do you mean?" Zhao Chenghao asked after he had already reached the door of the office and kicked the door open.
"I mean, I have some melodies in my head from time to time," An Rusong began to describe theology. "My idea is that we can find two people who know how to play music and let me hum these tunes. ."
"Rusong, are you serious?" Zhao Chenghao dragged him into the office and closed the door.
"What do you think?" An Rusong looked at him and spread his hands.
"Okay, okay," Zhao Chenghao walked to his desk, stood on tiptoes, sat down on the table, looked at An Rusong with both eyes, and said, "Since you are so serious , then hum a piece for me, um. Hum a piece that God gave you." He made an unknown gesture with one hand, and finally said: "Melody!"
An Rusong would not be timid in front of this guy. He walked behind the desk in two steps, sat down on the boss's chair, grabbed a pen at hand, a pile of notes, and started writing at the desk.
Zhao Chenghao didn't look at him, just sat on the table, leisurely took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one for himself leisurely.
Having smoked half a cigarette, An Rusong was still writing nonstop. Zhao Chenghao became a little impatient. He jumped off the table, put his hands on the table, and urged: "Rusong, God seems to be feeding you a little slower. Is it because you have too much food?"
He was making fun of people, insinuating that An Rusong was a loser.
At this time, An Rusong had also finished writing. He raised his head and glanced at the other person, snorted, pulled out three pages from the pad, and slapped Zhao Chenghao on the chest with a bang. At the same time, he stood up from the chair and said proudly: "Look, these are the lyrics, listen to Brother Rusong sing them for you!"
Zhao Chenghao raised his hand to hold down the three pieces of note paper. Then, before he could take the paper off his chest, he saw An Rusong bending his legs like a thief and raising his two hands in front of his chin. Rhythmically, he snaps his fingers alternately with both hands, and at the same time, he makes a "thump, thump, thump" sound from his mouth that imitates the drum beats.
That wretched look made Zhao Chenghao laugh out loud.
"What are you doing?!" He didn't even care about the three pieces of paper on his chest, he just pointed at An Rusong and laughed.
An Rusong ignored him and was just lost in his own world.
After a few "thumps" in his mouth, he actually held his voice and sang: "ooooh, when we first met, ohhhhh"
"Haha, Rusong, are you trying to laugh me to death?" Zhao Chenghao was still laughing.
"I am anxious and impatient, looking for prey and looking for you everywhere." An Rusong's arms swung wider and wider, and as he hummed, he was still rhythmic. snapping his fingers.
Zhao Chenghao's laughter became smaller. As a person who frequented nightclubs, he could vaguely see it. An Rusong wasn't doing any funny show, he seemed to be dancing a retro-style dance, but the dance was too charming and not suitable for men to dance, if it were a woman.
At this moment, An Rusong's voice suddenly rose, and his mouth jumped Say an English sentence: ".Tellmewhy"
I don’t know why, Zhao Chenghao only felt a current slanting down from the back of his neck, and half of his whole body was numb in an instant. Oh, this melody.< br>
Something!
He seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly squatted down to find the note paper. After picking it up, he took another quick look, and then started humming along with An Rusong, unconsciously.
Walking around twice in the narrow office, An Rusong suddenly stopped after seeing Zhao Chenghao snapping his fingers. He slapped his hands twice and asked confidently. : "Brother Chenghao, how are you?"
Zhao Chenghao clicked his tongue and made a "tsk" sound in his mouth. He looked at the note paper in his hand again and asked without answering: "What's the name of this song?"
"Lionheart," An Rusong replied.
Yes, the song he sang at the top of his lungs was "Lionheart" from Girls' Generation in his previous life.
In his previous life, An Rusong had indeed listened to many Korean songs and had a certain understanding of the stories of the Korean entertainment industry, but if he was asked to tell which song was released in which year, he was really Can't figure it out.
The reason why he took out this song is because he knew that this song must not have been released this year, because Girls’ Generation only debuted this year.
“I can’t tell whether this song is good or bad,” Zhao Chenghao scratched his chin and said, looking at the lyrics on the note, “But I quite like it, um, relatively To my liking.”
< br>Going around and sitting down behind the desk, he put three pieces of note paper on the table, took another look, and said: "In this case, as you said, we will find someone to take it out, and then let Brother Jing Sheng Take it and try it.”
"If that's possible, let Brother Jingsheng thank you properly," he said and went to get the phone.
"Hey, remember, this is my friend's. Well, yes, his name is Wen Tai frame, a novice music producer." An Rusong reminded him quickly.
Zhao Chenghao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled: "Okay, I will do as you said, Wen Tai frame."
After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something again, and his mouth cracked, He laughed to himself.
An Rusong didn't bother to care about what he was laughing at. This guy was just a psycho. If anyone wanted to peep into the inner world of a psycho, he was not far from the psycho.
An Rusong didn't have much idea why he stole a song from Girls' Generation in advance. It was just a bad taste of his. He didn't think that with just such a song, Zhao Jingsheng could make those seven girls famous. After all, there were too many factors to consider whether a girl group could become popular.
However, what if this supposedly unknown girl group really becomes popular? Wouldn't that be interesting?
(End of this chapter)