Huayu: Starting from an Unemployed Male Model

Wei Jun's gaze was deep and his voice was slow and firm: "I want to write a song and release it on October 1st."

Yang Hua's joyful expression froze for a moment, then turned slightly hesitant: "It's not like it's some kind of patriotic song, is it?"

"How could that be?" Wei Jun looked at Yang Hua with a wry smile. "I can sing 300 revolutionary songs, but writing them would be very difficult, and not easy at all."

"What kind of status do I have now? I'm not qualified to write those kinds of songs. I just want to write songs and release them on that day."

Red songs are not songs that ordinary people can listen to.

"It's good that it's not this kind of writing," Yang Hua patted his chest, letting out a sigh of relief. "Then what type of writing are you planning to do?"

"Chinese style." A strange light flashed in Wei Jun's eyes.

Yang Chaoyue chimed in, "Is it something like 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer'?" Then she sang two lines: "A hearty laugh echoes across the vast sea, the tides surge on both shores..."

Her voice was clear, sweet, and had a touch of childlike innocence, with a tiny bit of crack.

Yang Chaoyue has a good voice talent; it's a cute and innocent voice with a rare "wildness" in its timbre. Her voice is noticeably more distinctive than that of many girl group singers.

However, her vocal range is not wide, her pitch is unstable, her breath support is weak, and her sense of rhythm and stability are poor. She belongs to the type of singer who "sings without any technique but has a strange attraction."

"More or less." Wei Jun nodded.

"What does 'more or less' mean?" Yang Chaoyue asked, her eyes shining. "Is it like Jay Chou's 'Nunchucks' with its humming and hawing?"

She took out the laser sword that Wei Jun had bought for her at Happy Valley from her bag and started twirling it, accidentally stabbing Wei Jun with the tip of the sword.

Yang Hua was furious when he saw Yang Chaoyue acting foolishly. He confiscated the laser sword, made her stand aside as punishment, and forbade her to speak unless he gave the order.

Yang Chaoyue pouted and stood obediently to the side without making a sound.

Wei Jun suppressed a laugh: "You'll find out when the time comes."

"Okay," Yang Hua nodded, "When do you plan to write it? There's only a little over a week until National Day, is that enough time?"

"There's no time to lose, let's get started." Wei Jun immediately asked Yang Chaoyue to bring him an Apple computer.

"Then let me book a recording studio and arranger for you first, like Mao Yucheng's music studio?" Mentioning Mao Yucheng, Yang Hua seemed to remember something, and smiled, "Mao Yucheng's music studio is very popular lately."

The song "The Wind Rises" not only made Wei Jun famous, but also made Mao Yucheng famous. Now his studio's music business is booming. Because there are too many music business bookings, Mao Yucheng has begun to select the best ones, choosing those with high pay and low workload, or those with low pay but high-profile clients.

He himself knows how to repay kindness, often visiting Wei Jun's studio, bringing food and drinks, and even introducing Wei Jun to commercial performances. However, Wei Jun was busy with other things and did not agree to the commercial performance. He also said that his studio would take care of all of Wei Jun's future music production without charging a penny.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

Wei Jun saw Mao Yucheng carrying a bag of fruit through the glass door, and heard his hearty laughter even before he entered.

After Yang Chaoyue retrieved the computer, she quickly went to open the door.

The glass door opened and closed, and Mao Yucheng followed Yang Chaoyue in, placing the fruit he was carrying on the front desk.

Wei Jun deliberately put on a stern face: "Old Mao, you're here, why be so polite?"

"I heard from Sister Hua that you went back to the studio today, so I came over to join in the fun." Mao Yucheng laughed heartily, then took out various boxed fruits from the bag.

Blueberries, strawberries, watermelon, cantaloupe, apples... all were already cut up.

"You don't want expensive gifts, so I can only give you some cheap fruit to eat," Mao Yucheng said, scratching the back of his head a little embarrassed. "I watched them cut it."

Yang Chaoyue stared at a pile of sliced, fragrant fruit, licked her lips, and was about to reach out her greedy hand to eat it when Wei Jun's fake cough stopped her, leaving her only to glare at him resentfully.

"You're too kind, Lao Mao. We're all neighbors, so let's help each other out in the future." Wei Jun nodded to Mao Yucheng, then waved for Yang Chaoyue to bring some fruit to the video editor Xiao Chen, the network operator Xiao Zhang, and the driver Yang Zhenbang.

Stylist Meimei doesn't usually work in the office; she's only called upon when there's a task.

Wei Jun's studio is upstairs from Mao Yucheng's music studio, so he can visit often.

Wei Jun specially left a fruit box with lots of watermelon for Yang Chaoyue, and then he ate fruit with Yang Hua and Mao Yucheng.

Wei Jun picked up a slice of watermelon with a bamboo skewer, took a bite, and found it to be fresh, juicy, and refreshing – truly a summer-cooling wonder.

The group ate and chatted.

"Mr. Wei, how many people are in your studio?" Mao Yucheng counted on his fingers. "Including you, there are only 7 people. Usually, there are only two or three people working in the office. Does the studio need to be that big? How much money are you losing?"

It's less of a studio and more like a small company.

Based on a standard of 10 square meters per person, Wei Jun's studio can accommodate more than 20 people working at the same time, which is more than 200 square meters in size. Usually, only two or three people are working there, which does make the space feel very empty.

Wei Jun and Yang Hua exchanged a knowing smile. There must be a reason for renting such a large room, but it was inconvenient to tell others. So they casually replied, "It's better to be bigger. If it's too small, it will look shabby when clients come up to discuss cooperation."

"Okay, you're right," Mao Yucheng picked up a strawberry and popped it into his mouth, juice spilling from the corner of his mouth. "By the way, I have something interesting to tell you."

"What is it?" Wei Jun didn't look at him, focusing only on eating the fruit in front of his noodles.

"Director Zhang Yimou is looking for a promotional song for his new film 'The Great Wall.' This news has spread throughout the music industry, and many musicians have sent a lot of demos to his team," Mao Yucheng said, recounting the news he had heard.

"Did you send the demo over?" Wei Jun looked at him then, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"No," Mao Yucheng said, looking down somewhat guiltily. "Someone as insignificant as me might not even be considered a threat."

Wei Jun pointed at him and laughed a few times. It was no use sending it; the other party had probably already approached Wang Leehom for a collaboration.

After chatting for a while and finishing the fruit, Mao Yucheng got up to leave.

Wei Jun stopped him: "Old Mao, help me find a choir to record a song in your recording studio in a couple of days."

Mao Yucheng nodded with delight: "I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

After he left, Wei Jun shook his head. Mao Yucheng was talented, but he was a bit greedy for fame and fortune. However, who in this circle doesn't covet these things? What kind of circle are you in if you don't covet them?

"Sister Hua, recruit people according to the original plan," Wei Jun threw the bamboo skewers into the empty box, "A.me is online."

Yang Hua took out his phone and checked the app, finding only a few thousand downloads. He asked incredulously, "You really think this short video has that much potential?"

"I've received word that many big investors have poured a lot of money into it..."

"Okay, I'll do as you say. I'll post the job ad right away."

A.me, which later became Douyin, was launched on September 20th. It currently has only a few thousand downloads, but it is expected to enter a period of rapid growth next year.

Within six months of its launch, the number of users exceeded 1 million.

Within a year of its launch, it boasts over 10 million daily active users and over 1 billion daily views.

Menacing.

Wei Jun needs to prepare early and build a shooting team that is deeply involved in the short video field. At that time, the studio will be divided into two parts: Wei Jun will be responsible for the entertainment industry and film and television industry, while the shooting team will be responsible for the short video field.

Wei Jun's future film and music productions can be promoted on Douyin. When the time is right, a sales team called "XX Selection" can be established.

If you don't take full advantage of such a huge bonus, wouldn't it be a waste of your rebirth?