The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 494 Help Me Take a Look
"A gentle breeze caresses the southern branches, and longing lingers in my dreams. I await the autumn's height to gaze upon the mountains, and then seek out old friends..."

As the music blared from the computer's external speakers, Da Tian Tian's eyes widened as she looked at the screen.

“This…this…” She pointed at the figures on the screen, momentarily speechless.

Xu Jiuyang simply turned her head away: "Watch it first, then we'll talk."

So Jing Tian obediently listened to the computer playing the entire song.

"How is it?" Xu Jiuyang asked.

"Why...why did you have to include his image in the edit?" Jing Tian asked, embarrassed.

Xu Jiuyang immediately rolled his eyes: "What's the song called?"

“Exploring old knowledge… Oh, that’s what it means…” Da Tiantian suddenly realized and then stuck out her tongue.

"So, now you understand the correct way to spread this song?" Xu Jiuyang asked again.

"Okay." Jing Tian nodded obediently, but then asked, "Then... what if someone else edits the video?"

“Impossible. Anyone who pays even a little attention to ZZ knows what his reputation is like online right now. It will take at least another ten years.” Xu Jiuyang gently tapped her head. “That’s why I told you before that the songs I gave you are for the long haul.”

Yes, what's playing now is an edited clip from movie number five.

He actually wanted to edit the teacher's video, but as mentioned above, given the current online public opinion, if it were released, it would attract a lot of criticism, and the song itself would also be attacked.

So they changed it to number five, which is why the music company had edited material prepared long ago.

Regardless, as long as this layer of skin isn't torn off, everyone, from left to right, must recognize number five.

Similarly, ten years later, public opinion will begin to reverse, and if the teacher's clip is uploaded online with this song, it will generate another wave of traffic, greatly extending the song's lifespan.

"All in all, well done, keep it up," Xu Jiuyang said encouragingly. "Next, we can start recording the album. This is a rare concept album."

"What is a concept album?" Jing Tian asked, puzzled.

"Simply put, it's an album with a clear concept, where the core idea is expressed uniformly through the songs included," Xu Jiuyang explained briefly.

"Still... I don't understand..." Da Tian Tian stuck out her tongue.

"It's an album for showing off." Xu Jiuyang subtly rolled his eyes.

That's not entirely wrong. The reason why some people propose the concept of a concept album is to highlight their difference and sense of superiority.

After all, if you can't outsell others, you can only make up for it in other ways.

An album usually has ten songs, most of which are just filler, and only two or three become widely popular.

If you want to outsell others, you have to come up with some unconventional tricks. For example, the songs on my album all have a unified theme, making it a more sophisticated music record.

Anyway, only a few of them are passed down through generations. If I say the rest are on the same theme, then they are on the same theme.

However, there will always be a few musical geniuses in the world. Although Fallon can't guarantee that every song on his album will be a classic and popular, he can at least make most of his songs popular with fans.

Faced with this situation, the true nature of the concept album is exposed – is "Hua Tian Cuo" the same theme as "Gai Shi Ying Xiong" and "Da Cheng Xiao Ai"?

But now, Xu Jiuyang has managed to make Da Tian Tian's music album a true concept album. As mentioned before, all of her songs are in the ancient Chinese style, which can be considered as sharing the same theme.

Most singers can't do this. They have a hard time finding ten good songs, let alone ten good pop songs, dance songs, or R&B songs. That would be even more difficult.

Of course, the ancient-style songs that Xu Jiuyang prepared for Jing Tian could not be considered classics; some of them could only be considered decent.

But... sir, times have changed. Just as film and television works have transformed from artistic works that need to please the audience into toys of capital and power, the way songs are disseminated has also changed from simple music to a combination of text and images.

In the beginning, songs could only be disseminated through radio, broadcasting, and phonographs, and the lyrics could only be roughly understood.

Later, with the advent of cassette tapes, CDs, and MP3s, one could listen to songs while reading lyrics, but to see the visuals that matched the lyrics, one still had to go to a TV series or sit in front of a computer.

But now, you can take out your phone anytime, put on Bluetooth headphones, and listen while watching, so music that matches the lyrics and visuals has more listeners.

This is why "Spring Snow in the Courtyard" was associated with Yong Laosi, "Mandarin Duck Play" with Director Qi, and "Guanshan Wine" with Zhang Taiyue, thus gaining a longer lifespan.

Regardless, Da Tian Tian genuinely asked him for a song and knew how to be tactful, so it's perfectly fine to give her a so-called concept album to boost her prestige.

"Okay, okay, I like it!" Jing Tian nodded repeatedly with her eyes crinkling after hearing the simple explanation.

"In that case, let's call it a day." Xu Jiuyang breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to end the meeting.

"Brother Yang, can I take this back with me?" the little girl asked, pointing to the edited footage on the monitor.

Xu Jiuyang was stunned for two seconds, then realized what she wanted to do, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

However, she hasn't mentioned any specific details about her family yet, so he didn't press her further and simply nodded.

Unexpectedly, Jing Tian, ​​who was in a good mood, casually took out a script and asked, "Brother Yang, could you take a look at this for me?"

"This is..." Xu Jiuyang took it, flipped through it, and then looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Hehe..." Da Tiantian chuckled and stuck out her tongue.

Shaking his head, he had no choice but to continue flipping through the pages. He spent about 20 minutes reading it carefully, then shook his head at Jing Tian, ​​who was sitting next to him craning her neck: "It's not suitable for you."

"Huh? Why?" Da Tiantian asked, puzzled. "I think the story is pretty good."

“It’s good, but you can’t act it out.” Xu Jiuyang continued to shake his head. “If I’m not mistaken, this story is based on the Taiwanese movie ‘Papa, Can You Hear Me Sing?’, right?”

“Yes, yes, I asked them, and they admitted it,” Jing Tian replied repeatedly.

"That's right, it's a script tailored for you." Xu Jiuyang chuckled inwardly, maintaining a serious expression: "Let me put it this way, Tian Tian, ​​it's very difficult for a child like you, with a background like yours, to understand what it's like to be adopted by a father who has no blood relation to you... well, the script has been changed to a mother. In short, unless you're determined to experience life, you won't be able to play the role of an adopted daughter well."

“But… I think I can feel it…” Jing Tian answered softly, lowering her head and looking somewhat depressed.

Xu Jiuyang was at a loss for words. He keenly realized that the girl's family background might be more complicated than he had imagined.

But getting him to agree is impossible. The right thing to do is to agree and let her go through the trouble herself, until she's dizzy and disoriented, before she comes out to clean up the mess.

However, since Tian Tian admires and respects him, it's really not easy for him to just abandon her. Besides, Fan Bingbing also wants to build a relationship with Tian Tian.

No matter what, she's really not suited for this kind of role. Just think about all the movies she starred in in her past life. If it's not stopped, even if Xu Jiuyang creates a decent all-ancient-style album for her, she still can't avoid being ridiculed by netizens. Besides, this ancient-style album needs time to gain traction.

(End of this chapter)