At a dinner party before the concert promotion, Zhang Yunlei felt so confident that she had a stomach ache.
Ever since my agent mentioned the word Guo Qilin.
Other friends and teachers all boasted about his achievements in music.
It also analyzes which song he wrote well and which song has the greatest influence, including evaluating his strong creative ability.
The more he listened to his kindness, the more Zhang Yunlei wanted to turn the table over. Is his status and influence really so great? So that they all have to pay attention?
Even if one person says he is bad, no one will.
After about an hour and a half, the meal was over, and Zhang Yunlei left hastily and went back to the rose garden to find his sister.
When Rose Garden didn't find it, she went to Deyun headquarters.
Now she is his only hope. If she hadn't agreed, there would have been no application and holding of this concert.
Knowing that Zhang Yunlei wanted to find a famous singer to write songs, Wang Hui couldn't help but frown while sitting in the chairman's seat.
In this way, it is another expense. The cost and profit of songs may seem like nothing, but the things inside are huge.
Guo Qilin made his fortune from music at the beginning, easily making hundreds of millions.
But there is no way. Zhang Yunlei grew up watching his cousin, so he can only rely on it. At the same time, he feels that it is not a problem, "With your current black information, how many musicians are willing to write songs for you? You have to It’s only possible if the relationship is strong enough. Do you know anyone who is willing to be on your side?”
"..."
Zhang Yunlei was confused. He wanted to squeeze into the music circle, but he hadn't squeezed in yet. He didn't know a good musician.
I couldn't think of a name for a long time.
I could only hesitate and say, "No."
Wang Hui sighed, wondering why none of the people on her side were promising, "Forget it, let's find Xiao Yue. There are many singers that Xiao Yue has good relationships with. It's not impossible if you really meet someone who is willing to write songs. Anyway, I want you. If you write it yourself, the chances of it becoming popular are low
In the past, album sales were a fraction of others. ”
What he said was true. His own level was not much higher, so he could only find professional singers to help.
I also know that the probability of agreeing is low, but as long as one out of ten people agrees, it will be lucky.
As for Xiaoyue's popularity, everyone knows that, regardless of whether he can sing or not, he is very popular in variety shows and circles, and everyone is willing to meet him.
Xue Zhiqian, Mao Buyi, Li Ronghao, and Li Jian are all very familiar with each other. In other words, any musician who has been on a variety show knows him.
It's not impossible to cast a wide net.
"Sister, you should talk to him."
"Hey~~ You have to come to me for this kind of thing, how do you make friends?"
Wang Hui frowned, feeling more and more that Zhang Yunlei had been in Deyun Club for nothing these past few years, and in terms of connections, he was not as good as an ordinary actor who was not popular.
I could only take a deep breath and call Xiaoyue.
Yue Yunpeng happened to be listening to a song at home at the moment. He wrote a song for his father and thanked Dalin for composing it. He listened to it countless times, but his wife unexpectedly called him.
"Hello, Master Wife."
"Yue Yue, I have one thing to trouble you with."
Yue Yunpeng was not stupid when he heard the word trouble. He must have known something. "Master, please tell me, there is no such thing as trouble."
"Isn't Xiaobian'er going to hold a concert soon? Can you introduce some musicians? I want to get him a song. It can be in the name of Deyunshe or his brother-in-law. It's easy to talk about money."
"..."
Yue Yunpeng was silent for a second or two while holding her cell phone. She could write songs for anyone, but not Zhang Yunlei. What he had on him was so powerful.
Even if it is forgotten by netizens now, the future belongs to a volcano that may erupt at any time, and it may fall down one day.
Therefore, your friends will most likely refuse.
Unless there is an information gap, I don’t know who Zhang Yunlei is or his past.
But even if you don’t know it now, you will know it once you understand it.
I really didn’t want to agree, but my wife called me, so I had the nerve to say no? The mistress was not kind to him and needed an explanation.
"Okay, Master, please leave it to me. I heard that Xue Zhiqian is writing songs recently. If possible, I will go and have a chat."
The phone is on speakerphone.
Hearing the words Xue Zhiqian, Zhang Yunlei felt that there was a way.
This singer is also a popular singer. He holds concerts all year round and has a huge number of fans.
If he writes songs for himself, it will also be a highlight and can increase his popularity.
He thinks that he has been cleared, and with the foundation of Deyun Society, he should agree.
And this is his kind of expansion mentality. When a person expands anything, he won't think too much about it.
Caoyunjing is a case, otherwise he would not have done such a thing to leave a lasting impression to Deyunshe. Now Zhang Yunlei is almost the same.
"I know, you should contact Xiao Zhu'er and make sure this matter is finalized."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yunlei happily went to Yue Yunpeng without needing to say anything. Compared with Guo Qilin, Yue Yunpeng could still say a few words without breaking each other's faces.
So I turned around and called him.
As soon as they called, Yue Yunpeng had to call Lao Xue.
Fighting with him is just a formality. If he says no, he can just tell his wife that he is not available and then hand over the matter.
"Yue Yue?" Xue Zhiqian was surprised that Xiao Yue called him and couldn't help but say one more thing, "I didn't expect you and Dalin to write a song. Sure enough, together with Dalin, you two are the most perfect. ”
Yue Yunpeng grinned after hearing this. He didn't know that during the recording yesterday, Dalin was patiently teaching him step by step. The process was very difficult.
"Old Xue, I heard that you are writing songs recently, right?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"My senior brother is going to have a concert, and I plan to ask you to write a song. Can you try it?"
Xue Zhiqian listened to Xiaoyue's words and pondered a little, brother? Still holding a concert?
It's impossible for him to be a senior fellow apprentice.
Only Dalin is possible.
Dalin is going to hold a concert?
This is okay.
Xue Zhiqian became more energetic and did not doubt Yue Yunpeng's title for a while, because if it was Dalin, he would not say "senior brother", he would only say "Dalin" or "Dalinzi".
But he can't control that much.
Only Dalin is the only one of his senior brothers who can hold concerts.
"Okay, I was going to give this song to someone, but I vaguely realized that the other person couldn't feel it. Since he wants it, I can give it to him first, or I can write a new one for him. Just wait for me, Ming I’ll write it soon and I’ll send it to you when the time comes.”
Yue Yunpeng didn't expect him to be so cheerful and actually agreed. He quickly wanted to say it was Zhang Yunlei, but unfortunately before he could say it, the other party spoke again, "No more, I'll hurry up and let's have a meal together at noon tomorrow."
"This... okay, let me ask you."
"No problem, see you tomorrow."
At the end of the phone call, Yue Yunpeng was quite unhappy and wanted to make another call to tell him the actual situation. After thinking about it, he decided to forget it. Since they were meeting tomorrow, when Lao Xue saw that it was Zhang Yunlei, he would back down as soon as he knew it. There was no need to say more. .
When the time comes, the mistress cannot say that she is not working hard, and everyone has arranged to meet her.
Besides, I haven’t met Lao Xue in person for a long time, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea to meet him tomorrow.
So I turned around and called Zhang Yunlei to explain the matter and to meet tomorrow. Zhang Yunlei knew that he was grateful, which was a big help to him. With Xue Zhiqian writing the song, it might become popular, and then his road would be smoother.
The most important thing is that it doesn't cost any money, which is very satisfying.
The day flies by and the excitement of Father's Day gradually fades away, but the songs written by Yue Yunpeng and Dalin still maintain their popularity.
Yue Yunpeng was very pleased to see many people listening.
I hope my father can see that I have a lot of potential now.
But today at noon, he had to take Zhang Yunlei to the restaurant to meet Lao Xue.
The restaurant he went to was familiar, it was the Zhajiang Noodle Restaurant in his HD area.
The noodle shop is located within the third ring road and is also large.
It is five or six times that of ordinary stores.
Show an atmosphere.
But it wasn't his in the beginning. After he got rich, he took it upon himself to focus on his original feelings.
At first, the apprentice often sent fried noodles to his master.
"This is your noodle shop? Is it so big?"
Xue Zhiqian is looking forward to today's meal. The first reason is to see how Xiaoyue's noodle shop is, and the second thing is about the song. The song should be written to suit Dalin.
Even though he was fully armed, he was still surprised when he walked in the door. The store was extremely spacious, and there was a huge blue and white porcelain bowl at the front, with the mouth of the bowl the size of a millstone.
As for the guests, the lobby on the first floor is pretty well done.
Business doesn't look bad.
Yue Yunpeng himself also had a disguise, and he chuckled, "Actually, I don't know how to do business. I teach others to take care of it after I buy it. I occasionally come over to take a look when I have time.
By the way, let me introduce you. This is my senior brother, who is in front of me. His name is Zhang Yunlei. ”
"Oh, hello, hello, so young?"
"In our industry, we don't look at age, but at entry level. How old was he when he joined my master?"
"Really? It seems like they are just playing elementary school skills."
Xue Zhiqian doesn't have that much airs. He can start a fight with his backup dancers when he holds a concert. When he meets Zhang Yunlei, who is also Xiaoyue's senior brother, he will naturally say a few more polite words.
"Let's go to the private room. We can eat whatever we want for today's noodles."
"Great, I've wanted to try your fried noodles for a long time. Everyone says that Lao Yanjing's fried noodles are the best."
"No problem, I'll let you try it all."
Treating guests to his fried noodle shop is not because Yue Yunpeng is stingy. Those things don't exist between friends. It's just for the atmosphere and better chat.
After arriving at the box.
Zhang Yunlei had nothing to say, because the level of the two of them was too far apart and they had nothing in common.
"What to eat? Let's order." After Yue Yunpeng sat down, he gave Xue Zhiqian the menu.
Xue Zhiqian took off his mask and hat and was about to order, when he was suddenly startled, hesitated, and glanced at the door, "Are you ordering now?"
"What else? Aren't you hungry?"
"How can I not be hungry? Okay, let's eat first. We are not outsiders anyway."
Xue Zhiqian was greedy and immediately ordered two flavors. After a while, the food came out and was placed on the table, which looked very rich.
There are shredded cucumbers, shredded carrots, soybean sprouts, diced celery, peas, soybeans and other things. Pick them up and mix them together, add minced pork fried sauce and egg fried sauce, and the taste will be very rich.
Once you put it in your mouth, it won't taste good.
I ate several bites of noodles in a row.
"Xiaoyue, how did you come to work at Zhajiang Noodle House in the first place? What else did you do before?"
Eating and chatting, this is considered a good conversation.
Yue Yunpeng had a very good relationship with him. He almost forgot about the time of the song for a while, and slowly said, "I've had too many jobs, including janitor, security guard, plumber, and the longest one was at this Zhajiang Noodle House." Guys.
I worked for three or four years, and my third brother took care of me during these three or four years. Third brother knows, right? Kong Yunlong, the person in Deyun Society who is least afraid of death. ”
"I know, I know." How could Xue Zhiqian not understand that Deyun was listening to the cross talk, and as long as he listened, he would not be able to escape the news.
"My third brother and I have been here for several years, and he also introduced me to work here. It was because of working here that I got to know my master."
"Is Mr. Guo here for dinner? Did you just meet him?" Xue Zhiqian asked curiously.
Yue Yunpeng shook his head, "It was an old man who was eating. I was working very hard as a waiter and ran very fast. Then the old man said that I would introduce you to a cross talk talker. You can talk cross talk with him.
In the beginning, I just wanted to be a foreman. The foreman's salary was 1,800 yuan, while the waiter's salary was only 1,200 yuan.
I even thought that the person talking about cross talk was a liar, but I finally understood and followed him. ”
Xue Zhiqian nodded, knowing that it was not easy for Xiaoyue. From a small restaurant worker to a well-known cross talk actor, he had to put in a lot of effort. Especially after seeing how little he had the day before yesterday, it was even more touching, so he said, " Then we are very similar, we both started from the bottom.”
"Really?"
"Of course. When I was the poorest, I lived at the train station. The snow was falling next to me, so I curled up and fell asleep."
"Is that why "Serious Snow" came about?"
"Hahaha! That's almost it." Xue Zhiqian and Xiaoyue chatted happily, why they had such a good relationship, with a sense of joy in their bones.
While chatting, the two of them ignored Zhang Yunlei for a while. Suddenly Xue Zhiqian asked someone, "How was Dalin's life before? I don't think it's easy to reach this point."
Not only did he talk, but when he said that Yue Yunpeng had so many things he wanted to say, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"He has been stricter than us since he was a child. When he was a few years old, he was not allowed to touch this or eat that. If he did anything wrong, he would be scolded for a long time.
It was common to be scolded in the yard in front of everyone. It can be said that there was no childhood at all in my whole childhood. If I wanted to eat something, I didn't have the right to ask.
Sometimes there are biscuits and pastries at home, and Master would let him eat the leftovers and not let him eat them with us. ”
"..."
In a few words, Xue Zhiqian understood what Dalin was like when he was a child. No wonder he was better than others. He was strictly supervised since he was a child, and he had a tough character that others could not match.
For such a person, success is inevitable.
Immediately I admired him even more.
You must know that the current Dalin music scene and movies are blooming in both directions.
Recently, he has been reviewing his movies, and the more he watches them, the more he admires them.
But after chatting for a while, Zhang Yunlei, who was silent, couldn't sit still anymore. He couldn't stand their conversation and had to get to the point.
So he gave Yue Yunpeng a look.
After receiving the look, Yue Yunpeng suddenly remembered the song and wanted to mention it.
Before he had time to mention it, Xue Zhiqian turned his head and said: "I've almost eaten half of the noodles, why aren't you here? Xiaoyue, please make a call. Will there be a traffic jam?"
Yue Yunpeng: "???"
Zhang Yunlei: "???"
The two people were confused. They didn't know what he was talking about. The first sentence he said was that he was coming over with his friends. The second sentence was wrong. Why didn't he call himself and let someone else do it? Who knew who to call. (End of chapter)