Rebirth of the Supreme Writer

[Next week, I'm afraid I won't be so busy. The company should be almost busy with orders. I have time to write!]

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After hanging up the phone, Zhao Zhongqing looked at Yi Ming and then looked at Ning Qianjun, asking, "Did you bring the lyrics and music? If you don't bring it, you have to write it now and take it to copy it. Otherwise, I really don't know if it can be recorded this afternoon."

After hearing this, Yi Ming did not hesitate too much and quickly said, "I can write out all the lyrics now."

Yi Ming paused and immediately remembered it again. He quickly asked, "Old Zhao, what kind of score should I use to write this song?"

When Zhao Zhongqing heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, and he stared at Yi Ming in surprise and asked, "How many kinds of music do you know how to write?"

Yi Ming: "I don't know anything, but I can also make simpler simplified scores and simplified scores."

Zhao Zhongqing pointed to the room in the corner with his hand and said, "Go to the soundproof glass room and write, there are paper and pens. By the way, mark the use of the instrument."

It was not until Zhao Zhongqing came to the room that Yi Ming suddenly realized that this was not the room separated by plastic boards, which was clearly a kind of building material that looked a bit similar.

When Yi Ming stood in the room, he could clearly see the entire hall outside through the large piece of glass. Even when he remembered that he couldn't see the inside, Yi Ming suddenly realized that the plastic board was probably painted with an insulating-reflective thing.

The entire room is half a person tall with a long glass table, and dozens of headsets for monitoring and recording are placed.

Next to it, there are several instruments connected to cables, and some vertical machines are placed on the ground.

In the middle of the room is a large round table, with a few sheets of material paper and a pen holder in the middle. There is nothing else.

Yi Ming sat down on the chair, spread the paper, and picked up the pen and wrote it very familiarly.

After finishing writing, Yi Ming sighed lightly, then picked up and handed it to Zhao Zhongqing, and said with a smile: "Old Zhao, please give me a copy."

Zhao Zhongqing took it with her hands and laughed, "What's the trouble with this? Let me see how good it is first."

"Pray? This name is good, it sounds so good." As soon as Zhao Zhongqing took it, he quickly looked at it and commented loudly.

Zhao Zhongqing glanced quickly, then his face curled up, and he was already a little surprised, and then he looked carefully from the beginning.

The habit that Zhao Zhongqing has developed over the years is that when he gets the lyrics and music, he first glances and browses. He will feel at a loss if he is good or not.

At this moment... Zhao Zhongqing's face looked very serious, and he frowned and looked at it carefully.

Zhao Zhongqing looked very slowly. When he met something he thought was wonderful, he would even shake his head and look intoxicated, and he would think about it by looking at the words himself.

Zhao Zhongqing watched it very seriously. It was not until he finished watching it, and after squinted his eyes slightly and meditated in his heart for a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yi Ming and shouted: "A good song, not only is it well done, it is very simple and easy to understand, with great principles, and expresses the understanding of life. Even the songs are well composed, especially the combination of musical instruments, which is very reasonable, and it completely conforms to the meaning of musical principles."

Zhao Zhongqing's eyebrows and eyes were shiny. He looked back and forth at Yi Ming and sighed: "I already knew that you were a rare genius, but I was still frightened by you every time."

When Mr. Qingwen was already reading this by Zhao Zhongqing in the process of reading "Prayer", he guessed some points from Zhao Zhongqing's expression. He could not bear it at this moment. He snatched it with a hand and said impatiently: "Let me see, look at it, you have to praise me."

Compared to professionals like Zhao Zhongqing, Mr. Qingwen seems a little amateur. However..., the lyrics and the score can still be understood. After reading them, he sighed lightly and looked at Yi Ming and said, "Your song "Prayer" is so great. Just reading the lyrics, I feel a warm and comfortable feeling and wish for the beauty of the world."

At this time, someone outside the door knocked on the door, and as Zhao Zhongqing shouted, please come in. The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man about forty years old, walked in with a smile on his face.

"Huh... Xin Wen, why are you here?"

When Zhao Zhongqing saw who the person was, he couldn't help but exclaimed, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

Xin Wen smiled and said, "Old Zhao, I heard that Mr. Qingwen is here, so why don't you come here quickly and say hello to Old Ye."

Zhao Zhongqing laughed 'ha', "Old Ye, don't underestimate Xin Wen. He is 41 years old this year and is the youngest recording engineer in our group."

Xin Wen smiled when he heard this, bent down slightly respectfully, and bowed, "Xin Wen has met sir."

Mr. Qingwen said 'um', and he was also a little surprised. He was already a recording engineer at such a young age. It was really good.

Ning Qianjun, who had been sitting quietly in a corner, was curious and couldn't help but look up at Xin Wen a few times when she heard this.

Zhao Zhongqing took the song "Prayer" from Mr. Qingwen and handed it to Xinwen, saying, "It's not too late, it's a bit tight. Thank you for your hard work, hurry up and record the audio tracks, and you will have to record the audio tracks later."

Xin Wen reached out to take it, "I will record it as soon as possible." After the words, he turned around and walked out of the door.