Chapter 137 Temporary Breach of Contract (Part 1)

"No problem." Lin Shiyi made an OK gesture.

What's this? A gold medal composer wants a silver medal mentor from him...

In fact, status is the most important thing.

Although Huang Hui is a gold medalist, he is at the bottom among the gold medal composers in Chuxing.

He would rather come to bloom and become one of the best composition teachers.

Besides, Huang Hui was also gambling, gambling on the future, gambling that Zhanfan could survive this disaster.

Once you get through this, the future will be bright.

"There is another composer named Zhang Tian, ​​the only gold medalist in Thunder."

After hearing what Song Yiguan said, Lin Shiyi always felt that he had heard the name Zhang Tian somewhere before?

It’s familiar but I can’t remember it.

Maybe there have been a lot of things going on recently.

But he did know that Lei Ting had once rejected his company.

“There is no need to introduce the remaining silver medal composers. As soon as the music platform is available the day after tomorrow, they will release their songs in full swing.”

"Together with the people in our composition department, we have over a hundred songs, which is enough to sustain us for a while."

Song Lanlan looked at Lin Shiyi who was still thinking about something and could only sigh.

Although Xiao Linzi is good at writing lyrics and composing music, we cannot exploit him at this critical juncture.

After all, he still has three songs to release…

If I write any more, I estimate that a large number of brain cells will die.

"But, a hundred songs are not enough to support a music platform..."

Yang Fan took the lead and said, "If you want to run a music platform, even if it is a small-scale operation, you need at least thousands of songs. If you want to directly compete with those first-tier apps, you need tens of thousands of songs..."

Just looking at one category, there are ten songs of the youth type, ten songs of the love type, and so on.

If you count all the poems in this category, one hundred is really too few.

"Unless..." Zhang Dehua suddenly said, "If there are two or three new masterpieces that can be compared with Xiao Linzi's "Ten Years" and "Xiaochou", it can still last for a while."

It’s not easy to build a music platform.

Moreover, Zhanhua is establishing a music platform at this critical juncture.

Under the circumstances of the crackdown across the entire network, many composers outside are unwilling to sign their songs to this platform.

Even if it's not an exclusive contract.

After Zhang Dehua finished speaking, many colleagues felt pressured.

It's not easy to survive.

As if he had noticed his colleagues' depressed state and cloudy eyes, Lin Shiyi decided to give them a reassurance:

"I wrote more than a dozen new songs overnight these past two days. The quality may not surpass that of works like "Ten Years", but it's enough to support the sky."

I don’t know if it was because of Lin Shiyi’s nonchalant answer, or because he casually promised to write a dozen songs in the past two days, but the entire meeting exploded.

Wang Zifan was the first to be convinced. He walked over with a horrified look on his face and pinched Lin Shiyi's face: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Lin Shiyi was speechless.

"Oh my god, I'm not dreaming. You don't feel pain. You really wrote more than a dozen songs?"

"I'm just about to print it." Lin Shiyi stood up. "The day after tomorrow, our music platform will be launched. There's no time to lose. I have to print it out and ask someone to record it."

"Hurry, let's adjourn the meeting and print it quickly without any delay!" Song Lanlan was anxious.

It turns out that Xiao Linzi is holding back on a big move.

As for a dozen songs, they obviously didn't believe it, it was nothing more than exaggeration.

Even if there aren't a dozen new songs, there should be two or three.

Just like that, Song Lanlan brought a group of colleagues to the printer in the composition department.

After a series of operations, Lin Shiyi printed Xu Song's "A Glimpse of Beauty" first.

Song Lanlan looked at a piece of printed paper, snatched it away, and couldn't wait to see the quality of the lyrics.

"Turning my hand, clouds appear; turning it back, rain falls; washing my hands with a golden basin, stopping the wind and rain; not lingering in the world, but unable to let go of the memories; you are in every part of it..."

“…”

“Not bad, not bad!”