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Chapter 140: Song Selection (Please Subscribe and Vote!)

"Sunny Day", "Sea of ​​Flowers", "Maple", "Seven Mile Fragrance", "Hair Like Snow", "Elimination", "Red and White Roses".

Fang Bie provided complete lyrics and music for all seven songs; all she had to do was complete the arrangement so that they could become full-fledged songs.

An album typically contains ten to twelve songs.

In other words, she still needs to find three more songs to complete the set.

She doesn't plan to change the melody or lyrics of Fang Bie's seven songs, but she intends to complete the lyrics of the remaining three songs to create a perfect ending.

The three songs on the album were placed at the end, which was her other response.

There are a total of thirty-six incomplete songs remaining.

What Su Mulin had to do was to select three songs that she was more satisfied with.

So the question is, which three songs should we choose?

"At Least I Still Have You"?

This one can be kept as a substitute.

However, the difficulty lies in completing the lyrics.

The lyrics of this song are also quite excellent.

If Fang Bie knew, he would definitely laugh and say that this is nonsense, because the lyrics for this song were written by the great Lin Xi.

The rain keeps falling.

Su Mulin hummed along to the tune.

It's a great song, but it doesn't feel quite right for a female voice.

Fang Bie was also careless, only concerned with telling himself his feelings, without considering whether the song was suitable for him or not.

She suddenly smiled as she thought about it.

But isn't that part of what makes him lovable?

At least that's what the young lady herself thinks.

She put a question mark after the song title and then continued reading.

"The Most Romantic Thing"? That song is good.

You only left half for yourself? Then finish the rest!

The Silk Road must be preserved!

That makes two songs now.

What should we use for the last song?

Which song should I choose, "Kiss" or "Ningxia"?

"Kiss" seems a bit too explicit, so let's go with "Ningxia" instead.

Thus, all ten songs were decided.

"Sunny Day", "Sea of ​​Flowers", "Maple", "Seven Mile Fragrance", "Hair Like Snow", "Elimination", "Red and White Roses", "Ningxia", "Silk Road", "The Most Romantic Thing".

The young lady looked at the paper covered with checkmarks and crosses and laughed.

The more she looked at them, the more she liked them, and she couldn't help but hum along with the sheet music.

As expected of Fang Bie, any song he sings is worthy of being an album's title track.

However, you can't just arrange the music yourself; you also need to see the effect.

She dialed her second brother's number.

"Brother, can I borrow one of your recording studios?"

"What's up? Fang wrote a song for me, I need to arrange and record it."

"A sound engineer and arranger? Not needed. This is a song Fang wrote for me; he left it in half because he believed I could finish it."

"Tomorrow, I plan to take a week off and get it all sorted out."

"Okay, then I'll go back to the capital tomorrow."

On the other end of the phone, Su Erge shook his head and laughed after hanging up: "They're really siding with outsiders, they're not even together yet."

After thinking for a moment, he pressed the notification button.

There was a knock on the door, and then a pretty young secretary walked in.

"President Su."

"Hmm." Second Brother Su ordered, "Give the order to reserve a spot for me on that 'Amateur Singer King' show. I want to promote someone."

The secretary nodded, without asking who she was praising: "Mr. Su, the second season is about to start, I'll just tell the production team to remove one contestant. What are your requirements regarding the rankings?"

"First place." Su Erge didn't care about the so-called behind-the-scenes manipulation. "You tell the director that if the person I'm promoting doesn't get first place, his show won't have another season."

"Well," the secretary hesitated, "there's a reviewer who's quite strict; he probably won't accept it."

"It's alright, just get my message across." Second Brother Su didn't seem to care at all. "Is there anything else?"

"It's like this, Mr. Su," the secretary said respectfully, "Mr. Ye wants to see you."

Su Erge was in a good mood today, so he smiled and said, "Alright, let him in."

"Okay, Mr. Su."

Xiao Ye's original name was Ye Tian.

He was the assistant who betrayed Xu Kuangfu.

After that incident, Su Erge gave him a large sum of money and then ignored him.

However, he was clearly not willing to just take the money and disappear.

"Mr. Ye, President Su has agreed to see you. Please come with me."

Ye Tian took a deep breath and smiled at his secretary: "Thank you."

Once inside, he sat down opposite Su Erge.

Su Erge crossed his legs and propped his cheek with his hand: "What is it?"

"President Su," Ye Tian gritted his teeth and stated his purpose directly, "I wonder how I can be of service to you?"

"Heh, isn't the money enough?" Second Brother Su was clearly uninterested. "What I need is for you to never show your face again."

Ye Tian gritted his teeth and said, "President Su, if you can tolerate Xu Kuangfu, why can't you tolerate me, Ye Tian?"

Su Erge said casually, "He loves the film industry."

"I can love movies too!"

"He is one of the chief judges of the Golden Phoenix and Golden Dragon Awards, and also one of the older generation of influential figures in the film and television industry." Su Erge glanced at Ye Tian.

The implication is quite clear.

Who do you think you are? You think you're worthy of loving movies?

Ye Tian clenched his fist: "Is it true that if I could become one of the people in charge of the Golden Dragon Awards, I could also love movies?"

Su Erge smiled but didn't say anything.

He simply took a document from the table and tossed it to Ye Tian.

Ye Tian opened it and saw that it contained information such as the list of judges for the Golden Dragon Award.

Xu Kuangfu's name was listed there, and behind Xu Kuangfu was an assistant's name, which was Ye Tian.

Ye Tian raised his head and met Su Erge's calm, indifferent eyes.

He suddenly became breathless, stood up, and bowed: "President Su! I will do my best!"

Su Erge smiled and said, "Let me see if you really love movies."

"I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

"Okay, go ahead."

It didn't matter how Su Erge treated him; it was just a trivial matter, a step that could be taken lightly.

"Little sister, this is all I can do to help Fang."

Five days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The young lady left a message and ran home, leaving Fang Bie alone until dawn.

They were mostly hungry.

The young lady's cooking is delicious, but he's too lazy to cook for himself. Once she leaves, he finds nothing to eat.

Sigh, could it be that someone's stomach has already been taken over?

He shook his head and glanced at his phone.

Liu Mang sent him a message, asking him to come to the recording studio.

Fang picked up his beloved guitar and leisurely headed towards the recording studio.

Upon arriving at the location, Liu Mang immediately asked, "Old Fang, how's your guitar practice going?"

In his opinion, for a super genius like Fang Bie, learning guitar would be a piece of cake.

He was already prepared to see Fang stop showing off.

To everyone's surprise, Fang Bie simply shrugged: "Fatty, I don't think guitar is very interesting. How about you teach me to play the piano? Or the erhu would be fine too."

"..." Liu Mang was speechless. "Brother, it's just playing the guitar, does it have to be so complicated?"

"No, not exactly." Fang Bie said somewhat embarrassedly, "I've already mastered the guitar."

"..." Liu Mang scoffed, "You're talking nonsense! Learning the guitar isn't hard, but mastering it? Don't be ridiculous!"

Fang shrugged, took out his guitar and immediately played a section, also singing a short verse of "Sunny Day".

This is his best song, I don't know if it's the best.

Liu Mang was genuinely stunned.

Although Fang Bie's playing wasn't "mastered," it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he "practiced it to perfection."

How did he do this in just one week?

And this song.

"Old Fang, is this another new song you wrote? But how did you practice your guitar? You didn't know how to play guitar before, and you were just pretending to be a noob to tease me the other day, were you?"

"Of course not." Fang Bie put away his guitar. "Sunny Day is a song I wrote for the young lady. Guitar is nothing special, just practice makes perfect."

His ten fingers on both hands were wrapped in tape.

How did you play it well?

Let's practice!

Can you become stronger without learning or practicing?

No! It will only make things worse!

These past few days he's been practicing day and night, only sleeping five hours a day, showing the same level of dedication he had when he was learning to paint.

Although not as good as so-and-so who insisted on rehearsing even with a fever of 50 degrees Celsius, nor as good as so-and-so who didn't eat a single meal for three months while filming, and certainly not as good as so-and-so who rehearsed for 25 hours a day.

But when his left hand got chafed, he switched to his right hand to flick the ball, and when his right hand got chafed, he wrapped it with tape and continued!

That's why he was able to finish it completely in five days.

It's not that difficult, really. All he has to remember is how to play a few specific songs.

Once the specific sheet music is finalized, he can focus on practicing just one piece.

"Fatty, where are those top-tier experts you mentioned?"

Upon hearing his question, Liu Mang hesitated.

"Well, how should I put it, they've encountered a major problem."

Fang Bieqi said, "So many big shots couldn't handle the song I created? You're not just bragging about being a genius, are you?"

Liu Mang beckoned him to come inside and have a look: "Come with me and you'll see."

Fang followed Liu Mang quietly into the recording studio.

Through the small window, they saw the room filled with smoke, and a dozen or so middle-aged and elderly men, some with long hair, some dashing, some domineering, were arguing heatedly.

Several other people were smoking in silence, looking gloomy.

"I told you it wouldn't work! You even changed it to jazz? Is that even a human being can sing?"

"Stop showing off! Stop showing off! How many times have I told you not to show off! Is this a competition for you to show off? Don't forget what we're competing in!"

"Then yours is problematic too! You've added a bunch of harmonies, what kind of epic feel are you trying to create? With the cello and all that, how can anyone sing such high notes?"

"What can I do? Just use guitar and piano? That would ruin the song!"

"It's someone else's song! Their conditions are what they are, what can you do about it!"

"They're not bad either; at least they're planning to sing live on stage."

"That's right! And don't you guys think it's very challenging? How do you package someone who sings terribly into a CD-quality live performance? Isn't that the purpose of our music arrangement? So the best people are those who can match the song with the singer. Our old-fashioned approach of writing songs and finding singers to match them won't work."

Outside the door, Fang Bie's face grew increasingly dark as he listened: "Are they... talking badly about me?"

"No, they're praising your songwriting."

"So what are they doing?"

"Oh, it's just that they all listened to the raw vocals you recorded a few days ago, so they changed the competition criteria. They decided that the strongest person is the one who can arrange your song in a way that will still amaze everyone when you sing it."

Fang Bie: "."

That's pretty much all sorted out.

The groundwork has been laid.

It's probably about to start, one wave after another. Probably... Please vote with your monthly tickets!

(End of this chapter)