Perfect Superstar

When Lu Chen first saw Wang Jing, he felt...

This kid is so handsome!

Then he immediately realized he was making a scene with Oolong, not a boy, but a girl.

A handsome girl.

Around 1.75 meters tall, a pair of straight, round legs wrapped in thin blue jeans and a homemade silk printed cotton T-shirt around her upper body cut her hair so short that it looked very clean.

The girl is beautiful, her eyes, nose, lips and chin meet the usual aesthetic standards, but she is not the kind of grandiose or gorgeous, she has an English temperament that is difficult to describe in words.

The most impressive thing about Lu Chen was her eyes, bright as a morning star.

“This is my daughter Wang Jing...”

Wang Changsheng introduced the parties: “This is Mr. Lu Chen, our new client in the studio. ”

“Hello!”

Wang Jing landed and extended his hand to Lu Chen: "Welcome to the Nirvana Studio. ”

Lu Chen gripped her: “Hello. ”

After restarting his seat, Lu Chen handed the previously printed score to the other party and asked: "I would like to ask your studio to help me finish the song compilation and accompaniment recording, can you do it in two days? ”

Wang Jing frowned and looked after the printing paper.

She watched very carefully and hummed slightly according to the score, singing very precisely in tone.

Her wrinkled eyebrows widened and her face revealed a surprising colour.

After a moment, the handsome girl looked up and asked, "Mr. Lu, did you write this song yourself? ”

Lu Chen nodded: “Yes. ”

The author of the lyrics on the score puts his name on it.

Wang Jing asked in confusion: "This song is very well written. Why did you ask me to compose it? ”

“Wang Jing! ”

Lu Chen hasn't answered yet. Wang Changsheng glanced at her severely and said: “Mr. Lu is asking if you can complete the two days? Why are you asking unrelated questions? ”

Wang Changsheng knew too much about his daughter's temper and was afraid that she would scare away Lu Chen, a client she had so hard to find.

Wang Jing shrugged her lips and she did not refute her father, but her silence and stubborn look on her face made the atmosphere in the small reception room a little awkward.

Lu Chen coughed and was about to explain two words. Wang Jing suddenly said: “Two days are too hurry, I can't guarantee the best quality, can you give me a few more days? ”

“Here's the thing," said Lu Chen. "On the 10th, I'm going to participate in the Beijing TV pageant, because the song's accompaniment has to be delivered in advance, so it can't be delayed any longer, but I don't ask for the best quality. ”

“Singing Chinese? ”

Wang Jing's eyebrows wrinkled again: “If it's such an important thing, why didn't you come a few days earlier? ”

Lu Chen smiled.

He finally understood why Wang Changsheng had to rush to Delong Building to do business. Wang Jing's temper was too easy to offend clients. How can the business of the studio be better?

Lu Chen is not angry, and many powerful people tend to differ in character from ordinary people.

Jingyin graduates, should be trustworthy.

But her father Wang Changsheng was about to cry: "Wang Jing...”

Wang Jingang began, saying: "Two days is fine, but the production cost is 20,000 yuan! ”

Twenty grand?

Lu Chen's divine colour has become strange - Miss, I am a good speaker, you can't treat me like a wrongdoer!

Twenty grand for a song, just to compose and accompany him, why did he have to go to the Nirvana studio to make it?

Lu Chen couldn't help but look at Wang Changsheng sitting beside him.

At this time Wang Changsheng finally showed a qualified studio manager, he calmly said to Wang Jing: “Go prepare the work, production costs I will talk to Mr. Lu. ”

The latter was obviously unwilling, but Wang Changsheng's plea silenced her and took the spectrum.

Wang Changsheng finally relieved himself and then said to Lu Chen very embarrassingly: “Mr. Lu, my daughter is not very temperamental, please don't mind, but you can fully rest assured of her abilities, this song will be done by our studio overtime! ”

“As for the price, how about $10,000? ”

He took the initiative to cut the price in half and was clearly eager to take down the business in the morning.

Although Lu Chen knew he insisted that he might be able to cut thousands more, after all, this is a rushed business, the higher price is normal, and others are not necessarily willing to make it too harshly.

Thinking about it, he said, "Ten thousand, if that song satisfies me, then my first album can be handed over to your studio. ”

“All right, all right! ”

Wang Changshengtong was delighted: “I would also very much like to work with Mr. Lu for a long time! ”

Making a complete album is different from making ten singles alone, the former being more demanding.

So making an album is a challenge and an opportunity for any music studio.

If the album sells well, it's easy to get famous in the industry and the business will naturally roll.

To date, the Nirvana Studio has not produced a real album.

So Wang Changsheng became more and more determined to grasp Lu Chen's client. He said very sincerely: “Mr. Lu, since you are here, let's look at the studio recording studio first. I will buy you dinner tonight! ”

Lu Chen chuckled: "The studio wants to see it. Let's talk about it later. ”

Led by him, he visited the studio in Nirvana.

This studio covers more than half of the studio area and is basically fully equipped and professional with hardware such as capacitive microphones, microphone amplifiers, listening speakers, audio effects, tuning stations, VOD singing machines, etc.

The interior is very tidy and clean, the installation and arrangement of pipelines, air conditioning, sound insulation walls, sound insulation doors are all in place, and the space inside, although not large, does not give a rush, in stark contrast to the office area outside.

The director of the recording studio is Wang Hui, Wang Changsheng's son. This Qingxiu boy with glasses has a character similar to his sister's appearance. He doesn't speak much but talks about recording matters head-on.

Wang Changsheng was very proud of his son. He cordially invited him: “Mr. Lu, why don't you let Xiaohui record a song for you? No money! ”

Lu Chenton came over and asked, “Do you have a guitar? ”

The Nirvana studio has not only a guitar, but also a very small Nirvana band.

Coming with the guitar were four band members, including Wang Jing, and three other young people in their twenties, who stood in the control room and watched Lu Chen sing through a vacuum glass window.

Lu Chen entered the studio for the first time in his life, but in the dream world, Xu Bo is a regular visitor to the studio.

However, Xu Bo recorded most of his songs in the studio. In order to earn money, he often accompanied others, sang samples and even sang harmoniously. He never produced an album that really belonged to him.

When the memory arose, Lu Chen held the guitar and closed his eyes in the face of the microphone. It was a long time before it opened.

In the outer control room, a long-haired young man laughed softly: "Funny, it's not a movie...”

The man in the black T-shirt next to him said in earnest: "You don't understand, that's what it's called brewing emotions. ”

The little young man between them shook his shoulder and looked stubborn.

Wang Jing held her arms and did not speak. Her eyes stared at Lu Chen, and her lips filled with a slight smile.

Fortunately, Wang Changsheng just got out, or he would really die alive by a few of them.

Wang Hui frowned and stopped talking.

Several of the band members knew the score, didn't make too many jokes, put a smile away.

As for the thoughts in their hearts, it is only they who know.

Of course Lu Chen in the studio could not hear the conversation outside. He felt his mood had been adjusted to its optimal state. He opened his eyes and nodded at Wang Hui, indicating that he could begin.

Wang Hui immediately pressed the button and raised his thumb to Lu Chen - come on!

Lu Chen switched the strings, and the clouds played an upward prelude.

The song he's going to sing is "You Were"!

I just got home from Ganzhou today, and I almost threw up in the car, so please excuse me.

Plus, book 3.1 is on the shelf, and everyone subscribes to support it, and I will try to do more.