While Yang Zhongwei was lamenting that Jiang Sheng had the ability to make a debut.
Zhang Hanyun nodded in agreement. After thinking for a while, she said in a low voice.
"Yeah, people have always thought that my singing is unprofessional because I don't have any representative works.“
She didn't know how to compose, and she didn't have a suitable songwriter to ask for a song. As a result, she didn't have any representative works, which made Zhang Hanyun's influence in the music industry insufficient.
Many people did not even think that she could be called a singer.
In an environment where good songs were scarce, it was even more difficult to find a song that suited him.
Hence, he entered an endless loop and tried his best to find a songwriter to ask for a song. However, because he did not have a representative work, he could not find a good songwriter.
Now that she heard Jiang Sheng's excellent composition that could not be found anywhere in the music industry, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in her heart.
If Jiang Sheng could compose such a high-quality song, it shouldn't be a problem for him to compose another one with his abilities…
At most, he could just wait a little longer!
"The current environment is indeed not very good. Even if I have a representative work, I can't keep relying on my old capital. I'm still forced to sing and dance!”
Even an old singer like Yang Zhongwei, who had debuted a long time ago, was facing the same predicament.
Although he had a few masterpieces, he hadn't had a new song for many years.
Hearing Zhang Hanyun and Yang Zhongwei's discussion, the straightforward Yu Kewei immediately added.
" Alright, Teacher Yang, at least you still have a few songs to establish a fan base and have a status in the music industry. If you debuted in the past few years, I guess..."
Yu Kewei always spoke faster than his brain. Halfway through, he realized that something was wrong and changed the topic.
"Unless you're like Jiang Sheng, who knows how to create and is self-sufficient.”
When he said that, it seemed even more wrong…
Yang Zhongwei was slightly taken aback. This young man was so talented. Who didn't know how to compose?
However, he really did not have Jiang Sheng's creative ability. Otherwise, he would have composed his own song long ago.
Yang Zhongwei lowered his head and pondered about reading more books to stimulate his creative talent.
Yu Kewei realized that he had said something wrong and quietly lowered his head to pick his fingers.
Zhang Hanyun was thinking about how to ask Jiang Sheng for a song. She frowned and pondered quietly.
The recording studio suddenly fell silent.
At this moment, Jiang Sheng, who had just finished recording a song, walked out briskly with his guitar.
Upon seeing Jiang Sheng, Zhang Hanyun, who had been silently practicing her lines in her heart for a long time and had already made up her mind, immediately went up to him.
"Teacher Jiang Sheng, can I request for a song from you? As long as the quality is acceptable, I'll give you the highest price in the market.”
Zhang Hanyun walked to Jiang Sheng's side and naturally helped him hold the guitar bag so that it was convenient for him to put the guitar in.
If the song that Jiang Sheng had sung was on the market, who knew how many people would fight for it?
Originally, Zhang Hanyun wanted to discuss with him about buying the song.
However, after thinking about it carefully, if she were to sing this song, she definitely wouldn't be able to interpret it better than Jiang Sheng.
If only there was a song that was similar in quality to this one and was suitable for him to sing.
In the current music industry, there wasn't a single song that was worth savoring. Such quality could definitely be considered a masterpiece.
Under Zhang Hanyun's expectant gaze, Jiang Sheng's hands paused as if he was thinking about something.
Zhang Hanyun immediately said when she saw him pause.
" Teacher Jiang Sheng, I've been waiting for many years. There's no rush. I can wait as long as I want…"
As Zhang Hanyun spoke, Jiang Sheng had already picked up his backpack.
Seeing this, Zhang Hanyun's voice became softer and softer until it finally became quiet.
Because she also understood that her words were very abrupt.
The look of anticipation in her eyes slowly changed. Worry unconsciously appeared in her eyes.
Jiang Sheng took out a thick notebook from his backpack, flipped through it twice, and then deftly tore off a page and handed it over.
He had bought this laptop at a discount when he went to the supermarket a few days ago.
The thickness was sufficient and the price was reasonable. However, in order to memorize a few songs from his previous life that had been repeated countless times, he had always carried them with him. It was a little heavy.
"Ask for a song? There's a song called Dislocated Time and Space that's suitable for you.“
"There is?
Zhang Hanyun was stunned for a moment. Her eyes were filled with disbelief as she carefully took the piece of paper with both hands.
Yang Zhongwei and Yu Kewei, on the other hand, followed Jiang Sheng's hand and watched him put the notebook back into his bag.
Your notebook is quite thick…"
Yang Zhongwei blurted out a heartfelt sigh.
Yes, I bought it at a discount, but it's heavy.”
Jiang Sheng said as he carried his backpack and picked up his guitar.
"I'll be leaving first. I've freed up the equipment for you guys to use. See you next time.“
Thank you, Boss Zhao. I'll contact you on my phone.”
Jiang Sheng waved at them and thanked Zhao Heping for providing such a professional recording studio.
Then, he quickly disappeared from the recording studio.
Yang Zhongwei, who had just reacted, waved his hand. His hand stopped in mid-air as he looked at Zhao Heping and asked.
"Doesn't Jiang Sheng know that we're here to meet him? Does he think we're here to record a song?“
Yang Zhongwei said thoughtfully as Zhao Heping nodded.
"He left so quickly. With a wave of his sleeve, he took away so many pages of the notebook…except for the one in Zhang Hanyun's hand.”
Yang Zhongwei's gaze shifted to the notebook in Zhang Hanyun's hand.
After hearing Jiang Sheng's song, Yang Zhongwei was very curious.
Could the song in Zhang Hanyun's hands be such a thought-provoking creation?
Feeling Yang Zhongwei's gaze, which was like a beast looking at meat, he looked at the notebook in his hand.
Zhang Hanyun didn't have time to look at it carefully. She put the notebook into her bag and said.
"Teacher Yang, I have something to do at the last minute. My manager is here to pick me up. I'll make a move first. See you next time.“
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