Chapter 71: In? Why are you monitoring my dreams?
The car drove for a short while before arriving at An Lan's home in the core area of Yanjing.
According to An Lan, after Liu Jianxi and An Shengnan divorced, their property in Yanjing was divided into two.
An Shengnan chose an apartment in the new villa area in the south.
Liu Jianxi left behind the old courtyard.
Although it is an old courtyard, this one is obviously very luxurious. The mechanical garage door alone is completely different from the parking spaces that block the alleys and roads elsewhere.
Han Zhou looked at the driver: "Are we there yet?"
The driver nodded: "We're here."
Only then did Han Zhou wake An Lan up.
After An Lan woke up, she felt a little dazed and silly, which was different from usual.
A furry woolen hat covers the ears, and two small balls of fur hang on the ears, puffing up.
"arrive?"
Han Zhou: "This is your home, I don't know if you've arrived yet."
An Lan said confidently: "We're here."
The two got out of the car and walked out of the garage into the yard.
There was snow in the yard, but the roads had been cleared.
At this time, a door opened and Liu Jianxi, wearing pajamas, pushed the door open and walked out.
Pointed in a direction: "This room."
After saying that, he went back into the house to sleep.
An Lan whispered: "Go to my room."
Han Zhou looked up at the densely packed cameras on the courtyard wall and in the corridors: "Forget it..."
Isn't it good to be alive...
Soon, An Lan led Han Zhou into the side room, and then placed the toiletries and other things in the most conspicuous place.
He pursed his lips and yawned: "Let's go to sleep..."
Han Zhou: "Then... you should go out..."
An Lan gave Han Zhou a resentful look.
Han Zhou touched An Lan's head. There couldn't be a camera installed in the room, right?
"good."
Being well-behaved is not An Lan's style. An Lan put her hands into her sleeves and rubbed Han Zhou's face with her sleeves: "Then I'm going to bed!"
After An Lan left, Han Zhou took out a cigarette and lit it.
It’s late now and I feel sleepy. Actually, I slept for a while on the plane, but I didn’t feel cold anymore after I got off the plane.
This kind of cool environment is what Han Zhou prefers.
Han Zhou pushed open the door, walked into the yard, and looked at the snow in the dim light of the yard.
In Shu Province, especially in Shudu, even if it snows, it is just snow on the scalp and it is difficult to accumulate snow.
It is rare to see snow. Han Zhou has spent a lot of time in the north in the past six months, and even went to Mosco not long ago.
But looking at the snow in Yanjing, I still feel something extra.
At this time, Liu Jianxi was watching surveillance video on his mobile phone.
Soon, Liu Jianxi saw Han Zhou, who was raising his butt and bringing a ladder.
Liu Jianxi was a little confused and continued reading.
Then, Han Zhou placed the ladder on the eaves and climbed up.
Some rather strange images appeared in Liu Jianxi's mind.
What about climbing walls, flying over eaves, being a bandit, stealing encounters and stealing fragrances.
Then, Liu Jianxi saw Han Zhou smoking on the glazed tiles of his home, which cost more than 80,000 yuan per square meter.
You little bastard, I won’t kill you by falling.
Be sure to send it to the hospital slowly.
Then, Liu Jianxi saw another door open and a figure wearing furry bunny pajamas also climbed up the ladder.
Liu Jianxi turned up the radio.
Hear what's on the radio:
"Look at the stars, look at the moon, and look at the heavy snow covering the capital."
"The east wind blows snow, the west wind whistles, Jiangnan is not as beautiful as Beijing. Jiangnan has many slender waists, while Beijing is particularly charming."
Then Han Zhou groaned in pain.
It was obvious that An Lan reached her hand into Han Zhou's clothes and twisted his waist. If it was through the down jacket, it would definitely not have hurt.
Then, Liu Jianxi heard An Lan ask, "You are so good at writing poetry, why don't you write a poem about snow?"
Han Zhou spoke without thinking:
"No birds fly away from the mountains,
All traces of people disappeared from the paths.
An old man in a straw hat and raincoat sitting alone in a boat,
Fishing alone in the cold river snow."
Then I heard An Lan say, "Can't you sing about love?"
Liu Jianxi couldn't bear it.
Turning up the volume, he said, "You two little bastards, aren't you afraid of falling down and getting killed?"
“Can you climb on the roof when it’s snowing?!”
"Come down!"
"Go back to bed!"
In the security room, the security guard, with a hat covering his face, stood up suddenly and tried frantically to catch the hat that was flying in the air.
Then look left and right.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?
The security guard pressed the radio: "Lao Li, Lao Li, what's going on?"
Lao Li: "Nothing, go to sleep and prepare for the shift change."
…
Wheat Wave Music.
Studio.
Wang Jianing took out his notebook and explained while writing with a pen.
"At present, our idea is to make A and B faces equal."
"Side A, all the songs sung on Tomorrow's Superstar"
"Side A mainly promotes "Inflammable and Explosive"... There's no need to promote "The Moon Represents My Heart", the popularity is already enough."
"According to my calculations, after the pure studio version comes out, the songs on side A can probably stimulate about 20 million single purchases. If it's an album, it will be at most 4 million."
"This figure is already high enough. Since the start of electronic albums, sales at this level have rarely been seen."
Han Zhou looked at the homepage of the new music app on his phone.
[Hua Xi's "Youth Love" sales exceeded 24.7 million, setting a new record]
"I'm afraid I'm blind?"
Wang Jianing was disdainful: "I'm talking about real sales data, not this kind of fake data."
"Excluding fake data, the sales of music by traffic stars in recent years have been quite impressive, but in many cases the same fan purchased dozens or even hundreds of copies, which is not something I consider."
After hearing what Wang Jianing said, Han Zhou had a feeling that in the next five years, music companies like Mailang would be destroyed by entertainment companies represented by Wang Xiya.
However, as the law of cause and effect goes, many music companies in the past used various means to suppress newcomers.
Now that a new era has arrived, some people are even more unruly and play even worse.
Isn't it based on their work and developed further?
Han Zhou tapped the table with his fingers. "The B-sides that have been decided now include "Childhood", "Walk Away with Elegance", and "The Story of Time?"
Wang Jianing nodded: "I picked out the best one from the collection I've collected over the years."
“Then ask other top creators to buy three songs and listen to them?”
"No, I'm not interested." Han Zhou had no interest in listening to music at all.
Because I can't tell whether your song is good or not, but I know that the song I sing must be good.
Wang Jianing laughed awkwardly: "I know you have talent, but you should at least give it a listen. I don't believe that every song you can sing can be as good as "The Moon Represents My Heart"."
Han Zhou: "Are you overthinking it? Every song is comparable to "The Moon Represents My Heart"..."
"But it's definitely better than what you chose."
Sometimes, the Internet age is no different from before, and all you have to rely on is fame.
This time, in order to make An Lan's album, Han Zhou is ready to bring out his best works to form an album.
Don’t choose the suitable one, choose the best one.
Fourteen golden songs from different eras come together to break through the eternal frost of this era.
If Han Zhou released his own songs, let alone an album consisting of fourteen or even twenty songs, it would not necessarily make a splash in the market.
However, An Lan, Mailang, Global China, and Han Zhou's songs, combined together, are enough to create a huge wave.
Liu Jianxi spends one million per song, plus 8% of the proceeds, to buy songs.
Whether considering the integrity of doing business or building a golden signboard, Han Zhou wants to make this album a permanent monument.
Han Zhou took out four songs.
Wang Jianing picked up the music score and started looking at it.
"later?"
"Later, I finally learned how to love you..."
Han Zhou interrupted: "Stop singing. My song cost one million yuan, but now it's only worth twenty yuan if you sing it."
Wang Jianing laughed awkwardly: "If I can sing, why would I be a composer? I am the king of pop myself."
Behind me, a woman's voice came: " Oh , you want to go solo."
Wang Jianing turned around and saw Mailang’s top singer, Queen Su Rui, walking towards her.
Wang Jianing laughed awkwardly: "Ha, the sun is quite strong today..."
Su Rui stepped forward and looked at Han Zhou: "It's good to be young."
Han Zhou looked at Su Rui and smiled: "You are also very young."
Suri: "My sister's son is the same age as you."
This business is really strange. The money invested in preserving youth is effective. Su Rui looks only about 30 years old, but in fact she is 47, five years older than Wang Mingyuan.
However, Wang Mingyuan is qualified to play Su Rui's old father, who is experienced and exposed to the sun and wind.
Su Rui smiled and said, "Today I just came to see the great talent Han Zhou. Now that I'm done, let's go."
Han Zhou: "Aunt Su, take care."
Su Rui almost sprained her high heels. She turned around and glared at Han Zhou: "An An called me Sister Su."
Han Zhou: "What did Liu Jianxi call you? Su's niece?"
Su Rui laughed so hard that her body shook: "Call me Sister Su too."
OK!
No wonder Liu Jianxi and An Shengnan divorced. It was probably all because of their mouth.
After Su Rui walked out the door, Mai Lang's second sister, the top female singer Maggie whispered, "How is it?"
Suri: "Just a glance, I'll sing for you..."
Suri sang about two lines of "Later".
Maggie opened her down jacket and pulled down the sleeves of her skirt: "Can I win over Han Zhou with my charm?"
Suri: "Don't take me with you if you go to die. Everyone knows that the little princess likes him."
Maggie zipped up her pants and said, "Then can I rely on my thick skin to force myself to recognize a brother?"
Su Rui smiled: "I heard that he promised to write a song for Lin Xiaoxing, and it has been two months, but he hasn't delivered a single word."
"I heard that he wrote "The Train is Leaving" for Chen Feng. Chen Feng almost ran back to Yanjing overnight carrying the train."
Maggie was stunned and said, "So... he only writes songs for An Lan? Is this love?"
Su Rui laughed: "I heard that An An originally named the album "This is Love" but he scratched it, so he chose the new name "Falling in Love at First Sight"."
Wang Jianing finished reading the manuscripts of four songs.
"The song 'Meeting' is a bit strange. I'm not sure if it will be popular, but... if it is sung by a cool female voice, it should be very attractive."
“‘Later’ is so good, it’s good enough to be the title song.”
"Isn't the song 'I Heard Love Came Back' suitable for An Lan's age? Although the meaning is similar, it feels completely different when singing it."
"And there's 'The Roof'. The Roof is a duet? Who do you want to find?"
"Me." Han Zhou took a sip of hot tea: "Who else could it be?"
Wang Jianing looked down on him: "I didn't expect that someone like you with thick eyebrows and big eyes would also smuggle private goods."
Han Zhou sneered: "If you weren't tone-deaf, Su Rui's albums would probably be filled with songs sung with you."
"She's already 48 years old, why don't you chase her? What do you want to do?"
"Studying young people's affairs here ?"
"Old Wang, are you dying?"
Wang Jianing slammed the table and stood up: "Bullshit, tonight on Houhai Street, I will let you witness what it means to be strong even when old! "
Han Zhou chuckled: "Witness the efficacy of the magic oil in person, right?"
Wang Jianing: "Hey, kid, you're touching me in the dark. I'm going to fight you."
Then, Han Zhou and Wang Jianing each took a drum stick and started a sword duel.
After a while.
The drummer came to the studio and looked everywhere for his drumsticks.
"The dog took it away!" Wang Jianing.
"He broke it!" Han Zhou.
drummer:"……"
"Did the dog take it away, or did he step on it and break it?"
"I stepped on it and broke it." Wang Jianing.
"The dog took it away." Han Zhou.
drummer:"???"
Wang Jianing: "One was taken away by a dog, and when I was helping you chase the dog, I stepped on the other one and broke it."
The drummer's hammer, the sword of the swordsman!
The drummer frowned and said, "Oh, I see."
“But I still don’t quite understand.”
"Why did the dog take away a drumstick and chase you, an old man, instead of a young man like him? Can you catch up with the dog?"
Wang Jianing: "Old arms and legs?"
"Bullshit! Tonight on Houhai Street, I'll show you what it means to be as powerful as ever!"
Ten minutes later, the guitarist: "Hey? Where's my pick?"
Guitarist: "Why is my fret clamp broken? It's made of walnut! It's imported!"
Xiao Shou: "You two take a break first, I have something to ask."
"Where's my fucking backup Xiao?"
"did not see it?!……"
Wang Jianing: "Alright, alright, if you keep saying 404, I'll pay for it. I'll pay for it."
In the afternoon, An Lan rushed back to the company from school and looked at the song prepared by Han Zhou.
"In? Why install surveillance in my dream to monitor my dream?"
"It turns out that the person who often appears in my dreams
Isn't that the person in my dream?
That blurry person~"
In the afternoon, Han Zhou and An Lan recorded the studio version of "Lover Missed" together.
I have to say, with real musicians, professional equipment, and no changes to the arrangement, the effect is more than three times stronger.
After recording the song, An Lan had to rush back to school. There was a public lecture in the evening. It seemed that a veteran actor was giving a lecture at the Central Academy of Drama?
Han Zhou led the band to cooperate with Wang Jianing to continue arranging and accompaniment for other songs.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Jianing brought his band members to Sanlitun.
Wang Jianing always talks about Houhai Street, but he knows very well that there is no place that can be called a nightclub in Houhai. After all, that era is gone.
In Sanlitun, at a music bar, everyone ordered drinks and started drinking.
A seventeen-year-old boy walked onto the stage with a guitar.
