Good man, President Jing directly avenged Hu Gao.
Zhang Jiahao: “???”
"Are you being polite?" Zhang Jiahao was a little annoyed. "The quality of this song is not good enough to get a full score, but it's not bad either. What's wrong with 90%?"
President Jing smiled and shrugged.
Hu Gao secretly gave him a thumbs up. He really deserved to be the president of Zuzhou Music Association. He simply didn't care about his dignity when he confronted the vice chairman of Hanzhou.
Vice Chairman Chen saw Vice Chairman Zhang being humiliated, and his negative emotions were finally released.
"Zhang-san, Jing-san, stop arguing. My work is indeed not worthy of full credit. 90 credits is enough for me."
President Zhang is truly humble.
There is absolutely no pretense at all.
It's really a breath of fresh air here.
"Okay, Vice Chairman Lin, it's your turn. Hurry up." Hu Gao took advantage of Vice Chairman Chen's good mood and hurried to embarrass Lin Shiyi.
After speaking, Hu Gao and President Jing looked at each other.
㱗They could tell from their eyes that no matter how high the quality of the song written by Lin Shiyi was, it would definitely be compared with "Things in the Small Town".
With this comparison, it is easier to make a low-profile assessment.
75 yuan, you, Vice Chairman Lin, have to take it whether you want to or not!
Before they could look at each other, they saw Lin Shiyi picking up a pen and writing frantically on paper.
Just like doing homework.
Why do I feel like every time Lin Shiyi writes lyrics, it’s like he’s doing something stupid. Doesn’t he think about it?
Even if you don't think about it, you should still stop and think about the words, right?
Lin Shiyi has already written the title of the song.
Even the lyrics have been written in four sections.
On the title of the song, there are four words "Da Shang Huo".
After about ten minutes, Lin Shiyi stopped writing and presented the paper to Vice Chairman Zhang.
"Finished writing again?" President Jing and Hu Gao looked at each other and laughed jokingly, "Are you going to admit defeat?"
Xuanyu songs are different from Chinese. If they are written according to Chinese standards, it would be difficult to even reach 60 㵑, let alone 80 㵑.
Zhang Jiahao took a look at it and thought the lyrics were pretty good, but not amazing.
Or maybe he hasn't done much research on Xuanyu Song?
Because the translation of Xuanyu songs into Chinese is rather awkward and does not rhyme.
There is a feeling of being out of breath.
If it was Xuanyu who sang it, the flavor would be sublimated.
When President Lun Jing saw it, he was smiling.
"Now I also remember the coast I looked at that day."
"㱗The words carved on the beach and your back."
"What did the waves take away after they passed by my feet..."
"What the hell is this? It doesn't make sense at all." President Jing laughed. "He didn't even finish reading it. I'm afraid he can't even finish 60 stanzas. It turns out that not everyone can write a mysterious song."
He didn't finish reading it, but handed the lyrics to Hu Gao.
"The calm waves of the evening come only at dusk."
"Time passes quietly, and then suddenly the light bursts forth."
"Look, that summer will definitely end soon."
"After the knot in my heart is untied, I hope that this night can last forever..."
"What kind of shit is this? It's hard to read, let alone sing." Hu Gao didn't bother to sing it in a mysterious language, but defined it directly according to the standard of Chinese. "You have to take this 60 yuan even if you don't want it. And I'm only giving you 60 yuan for Vice Chairman Zhang's sake. Otherwise, I can only give you 50 yuan."
Chen Xuansi finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Bai Guang, is your friend ready to be expelled from the association?"
Chen Baiguang didn't say anything. Is it really that bad?
It's not the final moment yet, so we can't draw conclusions too early.
That’s right.
Hasn’t Lin Shiyi slapped them in the face enough?
President Zhang has yet to make a comment, after all, he is the professional writer of mysterious songs.
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