Even these grown men think that "The Silk Play" is beautiful. If girls hear this song, they will be completely conquered by it, right?
Zhang Dehua exclaimed: "I originally thought that once the older generation of ancient style songwriters left, this genre would gradually decline, but I didn't expect Xiao Linzi to be able to master this style."
Wang Zifan was hit hard: "I just want to ask one thing, what can't Xiao Linzi do? Even if he can't sweep the floor or mop the floor, at least let me see his shortcomings. Damn, he can do everything. Isn't this a blow to me?"
“This is the pinnacle of ancient style!”
I don't know who shouted, and even Manager Song came out in fright.
Lin Shiyi smiled awkwardly. Is this the pinnacle of ancient style?
The true pinnacle of ancient style is much more powerful than this.
It’s just that there’s no need to bring out the best tracks at the beginning.
"Xiao Linzi, what type of song are you going to write this time?" Song Lanlan came over when she heard the voice.
"Ancient style." Zhang Dehua answered quickly.
"Gufeng?" Song Lanlan was stunned, and then persuaded him: "Xiao Linzi, the current Gufeng is basically a niche category. Since the death of the older generation of composers who could write Gufeng, there have been no Gufeng songs in recent years."
"Why not change to a type you're good at?"
"Supervisor, why don't you finish reading it first before talking?" Zhang Dehua reminded him subconsciously.
"Let me see." Song Lanlan snatched the white paper away, glanced at the lyrics, and fell in love with it instantly: "Even without the music, I can imagine the characters in "The Silk Pulling Opera", elegant and graceful, ah, I love it..."
"Xiao Linzi, you can actually write in ancient style, why didn't you show it earlier?"
Lin Shiyi smiled bitterly: "Hasn't it been taken out now?"
Song Lanlan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Your ancient style writing is so stilted. Write more in the future."
Lin Shiyi shrugged helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to write, there are too few singers who can handle ancient style songs."
Song Lanlan hugged her chest and smiled: "I'll help you find it and personally select it for you."
"I don't have to worry if my supervisor is here, but I have to rush to the sound check now." Lin Shiyi walked into the elevator with the printed lyrics and a full cup of coffee.
Song Lanlan looked at the boy's back. She didn't know when she had fallen in love with him and no longer had any resistance to him.
"Supervisor, didn't you ask Xiao Linzi to change his type?" Zhang Dehua joked.
"Do I have it?" Song Lanlan denied it outright.
"Just now you asked if there are any ancient style types recently..."
Before Zhang Dehua could finish, he was interrupted by Song Lanlan, who said, "This month's bonus is gone."
Zhang Dehua: “???”
"Hey, Brother Dehua, the supervisor has been very busy these past two days, and you dare to talk back."
Wang Zifan lowered his voice and immediately approached the supervisor to ask, "Supervisor, I haven't been to the composition department much these past two days. Is there something you need to do?"
"Didn't the company set up a new academic department last month? I'll go over and help out." After saying this, Song Lanlan rushed into the office.
"Academic department?" Wang Zifan was a little at a loss.
"You just found out?" Zhang Dehua touched him with his shoulder and said, "Because of Xiao Linzi, the company's business has increased. With the improved performance, there is naturally sufficient funds to set up a new department."
"Indeed, in recent years, many companies have also begun to dabble in the literature industry and have made a lot of money." Jin Yangming also said, "However, those great writers have basically been snatched up by Chuangying, or they don't like the newly established literature department of Blooming and have signed contracts with other companies. If Blooming wants to continue to develop literature, it can only train new writers."
"In other words, if our Blooming College Department wants to develop, we have to endure for a long time?" Wang Zifan didn't pay much attention to these things. Since they were discussing this topic, they might as well talk about it more.
"If we can't cultivate a great writer, it will be useless no matter how many days we work hard." Jin Yangming shrugged: "It's better to stay in the composition department. The academic department is not something we should worry about."
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