When they arrived at the theater where the cultural troupe was training, the band leader and Lin Yifeng were completely at a loss for words.

"Designing songs?"

"Shall we go?"

"ah?"

The band leader raised three questions in a row.

They are not just a band, but a performance group.

This band, to say nothing of anything else, has all kinds of instruments, including wind, string, and vocal instruments. When they first heard that someone was looking for a band, they thought they were going out to perform.

The first thing they did upon meeting was ask him to help design a song.

Lin Yifeng glanced at a staff member on the stage in the distance who was preparing instruments for his performance, and awkwardly touched his nose.

This incident can be attributed to a misunderstanding in the communication between the two sides.

The person in charge of the band is a bit older, probably around fifty.

The old man's half-white hair, along with his beard which was starting to turn white, was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot.

"It can't be done!"

"This is not something we can make just because we want to."

Do you take creating music for granted?

The head of the cultural troupe also apologized repeatedly.

"Master Wang, didn't someone ask me to do this?"

Why don't you give it a try?

The old man snorted coldly, his attitude very firm.

"You make it sound so easy. Why don't you do it yourself?"

This made the band leader so anxious that he kept stamping his feet, glancing at Lin Yifeng beside him from time to time, and then at the stubborn band leader in front of him.

He didn't want to offend either side, but he couldn't think of a solution.

Lin Yifeng looked at the old man in front of him and asked with a smile.

"Master Wang, it's like this, I didn't want you to design it."

"I'd like you to help me revise it."

"The lyrics are also quite simple; all that's needed is to play the instrument and record the finished product."

The old man raised his eyebrows and began to criticize fiercely again.

"I knew it, you bunch of young people."

"Why do you always treat music like a child's game?"

"If music were that simple, wouldn't everyone on the street be a creator?"

Although the old man said that, he still gave the regimental commander face.

"But there is a way."

"Tell me first, what piece of music do you want to rearrange?"

"But let's make it clear that you'll have to handle the copyright issues yourselves."

Lin Yifeng chuckled upon hearing this.

He finally understood why the old man was unwilling to take the job; the biggest problem was still the copyright issue.

These days, copyright awareness is extremely poor. The old man is probably afraid that after he finishes adapting it, Lin Yifeng will just take it and use it directly.

If he gets credited, he'll definitely be sued as the creator if something goes wrong.

The old man had no desire to do something so thankless and exhausting.

He'll get into a lot of trouble and have to bear it all by himself.

Lin Yifeng smiled at the old man.

"It's not a domestic piece of music, so there's no need to worry about copyright issues."

"Grandpa, have you heard of 'Oh, Susanna'?"