The old man's eyes immediately widened.

"Um?!"

"You know about this?"

"Is this young man a returnee from studying abroad?"

Lin Yifeng shook his head and immediately began to explain.

"No, I just think this song is easy to spread, and I want to adapt it."

The old man looked Lin Yifeng up and down, his eyes filled with more doubt.

"You didn't study abroad, yet you know this song?"

"But you're right, this song is indeed relatively easy to spread."

"But if we adapt it..."

The old man paused, his brows furrowing slightly, and explained with some difficulty.

"This is going to be tough."

"The lyrics are mainly about love. How would you like to adapt them?"

Lin Yifeng gave his reply with a smile.

"Simple, just repeat it endlessly."

"The lyrics are very simple."

"You love me, I love you, Mixue Ice Cream is so sweet."

The regimental commander and the old man were completely dumbfounded.

That's it?

"It's gone."

"that's all?"

"Yes, just incorporate it into the performance like that."

The two of them suddenly gasped.

They thought it would be something difficult, but Lin Yifeng's request was surprisingly simple.

These days, there's no such thing as a "bubblegum pop song." Basically, these kinds of incredibly simple songs are considered pure "idiot songs" by the performers.

Most importantly, as people working in the arts, the two of them felt a bit resistant to seeing Lam Yat-fung create such a "foolish song".

But Lin Yifeng remained calm and explained from the side.

"The main reason is that I need to record many versions."

"Just to be on the safe side, I've decided to record five different singing styles first, and then combine them at the end."

"How about 100,000 for each original song adaptation, and 50,000 for each song with a different singing style?"

Upon hearing this, the two of them instantly cleared their heads.

The most basic singing method involves composing and rearranging a song for 100,000 yuan, and then simply changing the singer to earn 50,000 yuan.

Lin Yifeng started with 300,000 yuan, and needless to say, he essentially got 300,000 yuan for nothing from this song alone.

Even if they have artistic talent, who can resist money?

Moreover, the job Lin Yifeng offered was essentially a way for them to make money for free.

"Mr. Lin, are you sure?"

"I'm very sure."

"Hiss... Master Wang, what do you see?"

The regimental commander's eyes darted around, and he secretly glanced at the old man.

The old man had completely lost his airs and replied decisively.

"Let's do it!"

"If I don't do it, won't I look like a fool?"

"There's no reason not to do business that comes knocking on your door."

Lin Yifeng smiled.

The regimental commander smiled too.

The old man couldn't stop smiling.

Whether you like it or not, whether it's troublesome or not, those all depend on the money not being paid yet.

As long as the money is right, it's very easy to get the old man to come on stage and sing for you personally. Besides, these days a troupe only needs a little over a thousand yuan to perform in the countryside.

Cultural centers in Shanghai are more expensive, but in the end, the profit that everyone gets is only a hundred or so yuan.

Including the ticket revenue from local performances, the monthly cost is at most a little over a thousand. Who would refuse such a business?

The old man's attitude had completely changed at this moment, and he excitedly grabbed Lin Yifeng's hand.

"Mr. Lin, I was very rude just now."

"Let's go inside and talk."

"Xiao Zhang, I have a box of Biluochun tea in my office. Could you bring it over to entertain Boss Lin?"

After being greeted by the two men, Lin Yifeng went to the office for a detailed discussion.

This matter itself is not very difficult.

The original theme song for Mixue Ice Cream, "Oh, Susanna," was originally a very popular foreign folk song, the kind of song that you could sing and play while holding a guitar.

The melody itself is not complicated; as long as you slightly fill in the lyrics and change the original tune and style, you can make something.

This is an easy thing for their cultural troupe.

After agreeing to come for the audition the next day at the appointed time, the two escorted Lin Yifeng all the way to the door.

That night, the entire band worked through the night to write and revise the lyrics, changing the rhythm of the melody.

Lam Yat-Fung's requirements were simple: no complicated band performance was needed. As an extremely approachable brand, you can't expect a large band to perform with such grandeur.

The old man simply found a few people who could play wind and string instruments and sing, and temporarily formed a small band with instruments such as the accordion, piano, and guitar, and then let the band give the singers a chance to try out for the songs.

In just one night, they had created a basic prototype.

The following morning, Lin Yifeng arrived at the cultural troupe's performance room, where several young people were already ready to perform.

After the female singer took a moment to prepare, the group began their performance.

As the long performance time passed, Lin Yifeng listened to the complete, rearranged piece.

It's pretty much the same as the original, but there's still a difference in the rhythm of the music, and it just doesn't feel quite right.

When the old man saw Lin Yifeng frowning, he was worried that the performance had not been successful, so he asked anxiously.

"Mr. Lin, do you see any problems? We can make some minor changes."

"Just say what you have to say."

"Don't worry about us!"

Lin Yifeng pondered for a moment, but still couldn't figure out what went wrong, so he hurriedly began to explain.

"I think we could make it a little more cheerful."

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