Houhai Bar, red lights and green wine.
On the stage, a beautiful woman with her calves exposed was desperately singing Jay Chou's " Back to the Past," and the audience was lingering on the song.
Fang Yun was a regular customer here.
As soon as he entered, he scanned his surroundings and saw a depressed shadow drinking wine. He left the past.
Before she reached the ground, she heard the depressed man spit.
"What are you singing!"
The depressed man who spoke was Fang Yun's bad friend, Liu Che.
In order to better pursue his dream of rock and roll, a rich second-generation heir who had nothing to do did not hesitate to give up his family's property and rush to this unfamiliar big city.
Every time Fang Yun looked at him, he would feel a little jealous. If he failed, he would have to go home and inherit millions of ancestral businesses. If he failed, he would have to eat carrots, pickles, and steamed buns. He would listen to the chicken soup for the soul of the younger generation to surpass the older generation and live in an ignoble manner again. He had spent generations of hard work, so why did he lose to him?
F * ck your sister!
Even though Fang Yun was like most people who had a vague hatred for the rich, this did not prevent Liu Che from becoming his friend.
This person wasn't from Yan Jin, but he was more talkative than Fang Yun, a local. The person on the stage was singing very well, but he had to spit at the person to vent his dissatisfaction.
Little did he know that Fang Yun knew that he was not dissatisfied with the singer. Instead, he was dissatisfied with the music that the singer sang.
There was a chain of contempt in the music industry: those who played classical styles looked down on those who played Jue Tu, those who played rock and roll looked down on pop, and those who played pop looked down on Rap. As for folk songs? I'm really sorry. Is there such a song?
Frankly speaking, 20 years later, any music software that was used would generate a chain of contempt. It was not surprising that the music industry looked down on them.
At the beginning of the new century, rock music had already lost its cultural and artistic foundation. Some assets were eager for quick success and instant benefits, creating a " holy spirit." Little did they know that the rebellious aura built into rock musicians made them unable to integrate well with mainstream culture. At this point, a new generation of surge protectors had emerged, and pop songs had once again become the new darling of capital.
Liu Che's generation couldn't even keep up with the heat. He had just decided to invest his money into his favorite rock music job and devote his life to rock music when he was hit hard by the current situation. He could only sneak into nightclubs every day to vent his dissatisfaction.
"When do you think I can get through this?”
Liu Che had already drunk a lot of wine. He looked at Fang Yun, who was flipping over the fish, and his eyes were slightly drifting.
Seeing his dejected look, Fang Yun felt a little helpless. From what he could remember, rock music was dead. At most, it would be a sales complex. It was impossible for the sales market to reproduce the spring of rock music.
Wang Banbi was the only rock star who could become an A-list celebrity in the future. The sad thing was that the final " Jiang Shan Ban Bi " of the Chinese singers also needed to change and develop.
"If you make us spend 300,000 yuan, we can become a rookie in the music industry tomorrow.”
Liu Che's eyes lit up, and then he said hesitantly,""But my throat isn't very good. I'm afraid that I'll be scolded by others after spending money.”
As he spoke, he looked at Fang Yun with a burning gaze.
Fang Yun was a little irritated by his stare. He knew what the other party was thinking. He was not good at singing, but he was very good at playing the guitar. In the past, he had even smashed 400,000 yuan to learn from the best Asian bass player, Crown Bell.
He couldn't be a singer anymore.
But he was not good. He was thinking about Fang Yunxing.
Liu Che had accidentally heard Fang Yun sing before. His voice was so smoky that many wives couldn't sing like him. After hearing it once, he always tried to win Fang Yun over to form a band with him.
However, Fang Yun did not want to be a singer from the bottom of his heart. He really could not eat this bowl of rice. There were nearly twenty years of popular songs hidden in his mind. It was impossible to say that he was not tempted, but it was indeed impossible to dig them out!
Don't think that you can write the original story of Journey to the West," Xunyin of the Cloud Palace," just because you know a little bit about it. Do you know how to arrange music? Do you know how to make music?
Take Huo Yuanjia of Chairman Zhou for example.
For the original song alone, Jay Chou had used eight traditional musical instruments: bamboo flute, Chinese drum, erhu, electric guitar, bass drum, zither, and bamboo flute. Not to mention, he had also mixed in the disc and the drum to show such a good practical effect.
If Fang Yun were to come up with a defective version number, wouldn't it be a bad thing?
Moreover, the competition in the social circle was fierce.
He had to pay more!
"Well, you can choose singing techniques that are extremely cussing and have a little bit of expression in your howls.”Fang Yun was sincere. Now that second-hand lilies had not become popular, he could use them as a reference first.
Liu Che was a little disappointed.”
"I reckon you'll be able to breathe another two years if you stay out of it.”
"Look over there." Liu Che looked very weak as he pointed in a direction.
Fang Yun followed the direction of his finger and saw a man.
It was a man in his thirties with a head full of hot chrysanthemums. He was holding a cigarette in his right hand and a wine glass in his left hand. He glared at the beautiful woman on the stage and sucked on his cigarette in satisfaction.
Fang Yun's eyes lit up." Isn't this the crosstalk queen, Old Master Qian?”
"This rock and roll veteran needs to defect to the enemy!”
Old Master Qian was a playboy, and his crosstalk performance was just for fun. He had opened a safari park and accidentally made money. He acted in a few movies and accidentally won the Best Actor Award. He helped others act in the movie and even contributed to the highest box office in China.
Not only that, but he would also be the vice president of the Rock and Roll Music Research Association in the future. In terms of experience in the rock music industry, even a bunch of young people like Liu Che wouldn't have as many connections as he did in the music industry.
"How do you know that he's not looking at the base of the thigh?”Fang Yun saw that the other party's cigarette was indeed smelly and was also aroused. She dug into her pocket and realized that the bag was empty.
He didn't have a cigarette. He only took a sip of lemonade and told Liu Che,""Didn't you want to influence me? Come up and get to know me so that I can recommend you.”
"Hahaha!" Hearing this, Liu Che revealed a successful smile. His eyes narrowed into a line as he looked at Fang Yun with flattery. "If someone doesn't chase me away when I step in and cause trouble, why don't you help me?”
"So you were waiting for me here.”Fang Yun glanced at him mockingly." Tell me, how do you want me to help?"”
"Let's go on stage and sing a song."
"This is also a bar. Can we come up and howl?”
"Don't worry, I gave the boss 8000 yuan. We'll come up in a while.”
"You're awesome!" Fang Yun held his forehead helplessly and sighed at the ability of others to make money.
After the little girl on the stage finished singing " Back to the Past," she gradually started singing the other songs on the album " Eight Dimensional Space."
Needless to say, in this time frame, those who dared to sing Jay Chou's song had two soft brushes. After the resident singer finished singing, he slowly sang "The Last Battle".
This song was not something that ordinary people could sing. Nowadays, people did not even know what rap was. It was already very good to be able to read the lyrics fluently. Not to mention whether she could sing this song in detail, just the fact that she dared to sing it was enough to admire her courage.
The guitar was switched on, and the original song for the final battle was played. Liu Che's men were all stunned.
"Gunshots can also be used as accompaniment music?”
Fang Yun closed his eyes slightly and immersed himself in the song. The song was interpreted by a female voice, and it had a different taste.
"Why don't we help save the pop music industry?”Liu Che tested.
His impression of the pop music industry was still stuck in the last century when Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan plagiarized Japan and Korea. Jay Chou's songs completely shattered his original impression of pop songs.
"Don't worry. As long as he releases a song, you won't have to save the Chinese pop music industry.”
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