How did I become famous?

Chapter 139 Fang Dasheng! Quickly withdraw your supernatural powers! (Please subscribe! Please vote with monthly tickets!)

Two hours later, the three of them sat together with their instant noodles, sighing deeply.

Liu Mang wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Old Fang, don't be discouraged. It's only the first day. You're just not in good form. Many people are like this the first time they come to the recording studio."

Fang Bie clicked his tongue: "How about we try 'Can't Open My Mouth'?"

Gao Jianli, who was standing next to him, quickly finished his instant noodles and nodded: "That's one way. Director Fang, don't be nervous, just treat it like singing in a karaoke bar."

To be honest, even with the pitch raised slightly, Fang Bie sang quite well.

However, it's still quite a distance from being a "humanoid walking CD player".

But Fang Bie wasn't very satisfied; what he wanted was a "humanoid walking CD player."

Whose songs did Fang Bie like the most or was the best at singing in his past life? Besides Eason Chan, it was Jay Chou's songs.

Of course, he is only good at a portion of those songs.

He decided to give Jay Chou's songs a try.

This was his last act of defiance in the music industry.

So Fang and the other person quickly finished their instant noodles, rested for another ten minutes or so, and then he went next door to start again.

After giving an OK sign to the person on the other side of the glass wall, Fang Bie composed himself and his consciousness returned to the KTV from his previous life.

Back then, some friends were cuddling with their girlfriends, some were playing on their phones, and some were drinking, chatting, and playing dice.

Only Fang Bie is maintaining his title as "Jay Chou of Los Angeles".

He was simply singing.

So his voice was always hoarse after every karaoke session.

So whenever he went to karaoke with girls, he was always the one singing.

The familiar musical intro entered Fang Bie's mind through his headphones. He smiled slightly and began to sing one of the songs he always ordered when he went to karaoke.

"I've only been gone a short while, and I'm already worrying about how you are doing today. All I see is you; I can't sleep thinking about you."

Liu Mang and Gao Jianli, sitting opposite each other on the glass wall, both sat up straight.

I felt great this time.

Moreover, the faint sense of nostalgia and melancholy in Fang Bie's singing really came through!

It feels right!

Liu Mang and his companion were immediately invigorated.

They are both professionals.

If they can tell the difference between different techniques, then there's no real technique involved.

That's what makes it so precious!

He can sing the emotions in a song simply by relying on his voice. Once he masters the technique, won't he be able to reach the heavens?

But soon, their faces fell.

Because Fang Bie sang the chorus.

"I tried my best to run towards you through the clouds, but my love was already in someone else's arms just as I delivered it to you~~ Aww~"

Liu Mang was speechless and wanted to curse.

What the hell are you yelling about?!

The chorus was alright, it was just a bit too high in pitch. It wasn't off-key, but it lost the emotional impact of the beginning.

Another half hour passed, and for the first time ever, the three of them started smoking in the recording studio.

"Old Fang, how about we continue tomorrow?" Liu Mang suggested. "Tonight, Xiao Gao and I will think about how to arrange the music to better suit your voice."

"No way!" Fang Bie didn't want to drag it out any longer. He had just made up his mind to change, and now he was going to be defeated by reality?

nonexistent!

"Bring me paper and a pen!"

Singing just now brought back memories of his past karaoke days, and now his "inspiration" is flowing like a spring, recalling some of the songs he is good at.

He didn't care about the lyrics anymore; he just wrote them down and then asked Liu Mang to help revise them.

It doesn't matter if it's a little worse than the original song!

Gao Jianli handed him paper and pen: "Director Fang, what is this?"

Liu Mang's eyes widened suddenly: "You don't mean to..."

Write a song on the spot?

Fang nodded: "My inspiration is flowing like a torrent; I feel like I can come up with a lot of good ideas again."

He picked up a pen and paper and began to write furiously.

In less than ten minutes, he tossed a sheet of paper covered with lyrics and sheet music to Liu Mang: "Take care of the rest of the lyrics, music, and arrangement for me."

Liu Mang hurriedly caught the paper that he had casually tossed to him, then took a deep breath.

He gathered his emotions, having already figured out how he would be shocked, amazed, and shout "666" in a moment.

Then he looked down at what was written on the paper.

Not many, just a few songs, and as usual, each song is at most half a song.

"Give Me a Song's Time," "Handwritten Past," "Confession Balloon," and the previously rejected "Secret"—because the lyrics of that song weren't the sweet kind.

But Fang Bie can't care about that now.

He knows this song and is very familiar with it.

Liu Mang can finish the rest of the lyrics.

It's definitely not as good as Lin Xi's, but as long as it's not too far off, he can accept it.

Actually, he's better at songs like "Sunny Day," but those songs were already given to the young lady, so there's nothing he can do about it.

He began to regret selling "Blue and White Porcelain" to someone else so early.

However, the copyright is still valid; the young lady didn't sell all the copyrights, so the song is still hers.

Ignoring Fang Bie's melancholy, Liu Mang was truly dumbfounded.

He even forgot to act out the "standard reaction of a passerby being shocked by someone showing off" that he had just prepared in his mind.

Because he was truly shocked.

Actually, he was mentally prepared; after all, Fang Bie was a man who brought surprises with him.

Although it's really annoying.

However, he is indeed exceptionally talented, which is acknowledged by everyone.

Even though Xu Kuangfu and his group suppressed him, no one dared to say that Fang Bie lacked talent.

But Fang Bie went too far this time.

Although he only wrote incomplete sheet music and incomplete lyrics, Liu Mang was a professional and understood what level of songs these were.

Judging from Fang Bie's performance just now, it's obvious that the inspiration came to him during the recording process, and then he was able to write these three songs.

Oh, and there's also "Secret," which was released before.

Actually, if Fang Bie had presented four complete songs, Liu Mang wouldn't have been so surprised, because given Fang Bie's talent as he knew it, it wouldn't have been impossible for him to write four such songs.

But it is precisely because it is not a complete song that it proves that he only had the inspiration in that short half hour and then wrote it down.

Is Fang Bie some kind of monster?

What are you dawdling about?!

Gao Jianli saw Liu Mang in a daze and snatched the paper from his hand.

Then he was surprised too.

However, he didn't know Fang as well as Liu Mang. He just felt that Fang was indeed a great director. His idol was not only good at making movies, but also so good at writing.

No wonder he could write a song like "Blue and White Porcelain"!

If he sang a little better, he would be a standard singer-songwriter who could write lyrics and compose music all at once!

Fang Bie was still puzzled. Were these two stupid? They should at least give some kind of response.

Then he thought of something.

"Not enough?" He pulled out another piece of paper. "I have more."

A few minutes later, Liu Mang's chubby hands, which were holding the paper, were trembling.

"Cool City", "Young and Promising", "Half of Life", "Small Bridge", "The Rain Is Coming", "Suddenly I Miss You".

Liu Mang was completely numb.

These songs are good, but they are still a bit different from the previous ones.

Seeing that the two of them didn't react (they were dumbfounded), Fang raised an eyebrow: "Not enough? I have more."

Liu Mang grabbed his arm and sighed, "Brother, please stop using your supernatural powers."

This old man can't take it anymore.

Fang Bie was taken aback: "Huh? Weren't you guys not very satisfied with the song?"

"Satisfied! I'm fucking satisfied!" Liu Mang sighed. "Brother, I always thought I had some musical talent, but today I realized that there are different kinds of geniuses. No! You're not a genius! You're a monster!"

"Don't say that, it's embarrassing." Fang Bie also sighed, "I can only write this much. The completion of the lyrics and music, as well as the arrangement, will still depend on you guys."

Liu Mang was speechless: "So you fucking stop writing! Why are you putting pressure on me?! Do you think I can finish all these songs?"

Taking it slow might be okay, but you've only given me a few months. How is that even possible?

Fang Bie scratched his head: "Anyway, I've already given you the song, so you can't just take that 100,000 for nothing!"

Liu Mang's chubby face turned into a bitter gourd from crying.

This is truly a case of the boss just giving orders and his subordinates running themselves ragged; he's under immense pressure.

At this moment, Gao Jianli put down the paper on which he had written the song.

He pushed up his glasses: "Director Fang, I actually have an idea, but I don't know if you'd be willing to accept it."

"What idea?"

"I feel it's a shame if these songs aren't released. But Director Fang, you're so busy, I'm afraid you don't have enough time." Gao Jianli slapped his thigh and used his trump card. "Actually, I have some connections in the industry. I know many of my old brothers are now making their own music and aren't very interested in this industry, but when they see a good song, they can't help but get their hands on it."

He paused for a moment, then offered his solution: "If you don't mind, Director Fang, I'd like to invite them all over! We can all compose and have a singing competition! We'll use these unfinished pieces you have!"

Liu Mang gasped: "You mean, call all those big shots over?"

Fang Bie was still a little doubtful: "Big shot? Could it be some famous lyricist and composer?"

"No," Liu Mang explained to him, "those people who used to play rock, folk, and jazz—they were the big names in the domestic music scene before it took off. Later, because they weren't used to this scene and still preferred making their own music, they gradually faded out. They loved music itself more than fame and fortune. If they could come..."

Fang Bie's eyes lit up: "Come on! The conditions are easy! Everyone come on! If you all help me put together a good song that I can sing, I will definitely thank you all!"

Liu Mang turned around: "Xiao Gao, do you think it can work?"

Gao Jianli thought for a moment and nodded: "I think it's fine, this is a great challenge."

Not only can they compare who can make the best song using Director Fang's great songs, but they can also compare whose song can transform someone like Fang Bie, who isn't even a "KTV Prince," into a "human-shaped walking CD."

This is a great challenge, and I believe everyone will be interested.

"It's settled then! Lao Fang, I'll send you a tutorial in a bit. Go back and practice your guitar for now, and we'll contact you again in a few days!"

Taking advantage of the free time before Wu Kai finished filming his movie, Liu Mang also planned to get involved.

"OK!"

Fang Bie smiled broadly.

I wonder how things are going with the young lady. Anyway, I'll give her a surprise!

On the other side, the young lady was also caught in a dilemma.

Which of these songs that Fang gave me should I listen to first?

I'm begging for monthly votes! I'm begging for everything!

I'm obsessed with listening to music now...

I feel like I need to find a teacher to learn how to play the guitar and erhu.

(End of this chapter)