The only thing that left these composers speechless was Gao Yan's insistence that the songs must be patriotic songs from the 1960s and 1960s.

However, considering the tempting bonus...

Composers who are good at writing this type of music are naturally secretly pleased, while those who can't write this type of music still grit their teeth and listen to patriotic songs from the 1960s and 70s.

Then I went to find information and studied it.

After posting a Weibo post, Gao Yan ignored the online uproar and instead hid in his study watching war dramas and spy dramas.

This will inspire one's creative desires.

It is worth mentioning.

Song Yufei's restaurant has officially opened.

The chefs she hired were already quite skilled, and with the addition of superb seasonings, the dishes they made were in no way inferior to those top-tier private kitchens, and in some ways even better.

As a result, the business was booming in less than half a month after it opened.

The profits are also quite considerable.

After deducting various costs and the salaries of employees and chefs, the gross profit is at least 50,000 yuan per day without paying taxes.

This small profit is insignificant to Gao Yan, but it is a great encouragement to Song Yufei, who has just started her business.

night.

Inside the restaurant at Lingxi Garden.

Song Yufei suddenly asked, "Brother Yan, I've noticed you've been staying home a lot lately. Don't you get bored?"

"Boring my ass!"

Gao Yan secretly thought that although he had been focusing on learning to compose and write lyrics during this period, he would use the Anywhere Door to go on dates with other girlfriends when he felt tired of studying.

But she smiled and said, "I'm currently learning to write songs, and I'm really into it, so how could I be bored!"

"Really? Do you have any works to your name?"

Hearing this, Xiao Zhu became interested and asked curiously.

"I've written two songs. After we finish eating, I'll go to the balcony and sing them for you!"

After dinner, Gao Yan first asked the two women to wait on the balcony, while he went to the study to get his guitar.

When he arrived at the balcony, he discovered that Yao Guang had also come to join in the fun.

"It's started!"

After giving a reminder, Gao Yan gently plucked the strings with his fingers, and immediately, a soft melody floated out from between his fingers.

Twenty-two seconds later, a voice that sounded like a soft chanting rang out.

Gao Yan's song sounds very quiet, like it's telling a story, quietly narrating a boy's affection for a girl.

Xiao Zhuo and Song Yufei listened intently!

Even Yao Guang looked thoughtful.

After a while.

After the song ended, Gao Yan asked with a smile, "How was it? Was it good?"

"Honey, you're amazing! I never imagined you could write such a beautiful song!" Xiao Zhu didn't hold back her praise.

"There's one more song, I'll sing it for you too!"

Gao Yan's fingers plucked the strings again, but this time the melody was more intense.

This song is also a love song.

If the previous song was like a gentle evening breeze, then the emotions contained in this song are as intense as a torrential rain, with a feeling of loving to the point of hysteria!

After listening, Xiao Zhu said, "This song is also very nice, but I prefer the first one!"

"I'm the complete opposite of you, I like the second one!"

Song Yufei said!

That night, after withdrawing from the canyon battlefield.

Xiao Zhuo remained wrapped around Gao Yan: "Honey, are you planning to become a singer?"

Of course not!

Gao Yan laughed and said, "I just suddenly became interested in songwriting!"

"That's a pity, such a good song can't be released!"

"Who said that!"

Gao Yan said, "You forgot that I own an entertainment company. Although I won't become a singer, I can give these two songs to the singers in my company to sing!"

It must be said that the allure of money is still very strong.

Within just two days of Gao Yan posting the call for songs on Weibo, he received thousands of songs via private message!

Of course, while there are many songs, their quality is questionable.

Gao Yan lost interest after reading only about ten songs. Of the fourteen songs, eight were nonsensical, three were plagiarized, and two were Frankenstein's monsters.

The last song was an original, but the quality was just average, and he didn't even look at it!

"Xiao Hong, pick out the problematic songs from these collections and send me the ones that are fine!"

Gao Yan was too lazy to look at it and directly gave the Red Emperor an order.

Red Emperor: Received, boss!

Two minutes later.

The Emperor selected 11 songs from over a thousand songs and sent them to him!

"Damn it!"

Gao Yan was speechless. Out of more than a thousand poems, he could only pick out 11 that were fine. Did these people think he was a fool with too much money?

Next, Gao Yan watched all 11 songs!

If we divide the song into five levels: s, a, b, c, and d.

Of these 11 songs, eight are classified as D-level songs, and two barely reach the C-level.

The last song surprised Gao Yan a little; it actually reached the A-level!

Of course, the reason Gao Yan gave the other person an A is because the lyrics were excellent, but the composition was a bit weak. However, Gao Yan is a top-notch composer.

If he adjusts the tune, it will definitely be a classic patriotic song.

After having the Red Emperor investigate the song's author and find no issues,

Gao Yan then made the announcement on Weibo.

At the same time, I sent a private message to the author and asked him to send me his bank account number.

Inside a rented room.

A young man with messy hair kept refreshing Weibo.

Sudden.

He noticed that Gao Yan's Weibo account had been updated.

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