Now that he has an idea for the promotion, Wei Lan's level of listening to demos has improved significantly during this period.
I started looking at the works of some well-known music producers and composers, and inflated the minimum standard to start from millions.
Music composers of this level are all very good in the industry, and they can even complete the music that Wei Lan requires. However, Wei Lan still has to spend time carefully screening the feeling he wants from their works, and make sure they are sufficiently compatible to achieve the best effect.
That feeling that hits your heart in an instant.
After listening to a lot of works, Wei Lan selected two composers with suitable styles, and their quoted prices were both over one million, one was 1.2 million and the other was 1.8 million.
Wei Lan was still hesitating until that night when she was going to bed. While listening to the excellent soundtrack of a well-known movie, she suddenly heard a beautiful melody, which instantly made her wake up from all sleepiness and she suddenly opened her eyes in bed.
She picked up her phone and checked the composer of this light music called "Free Walk" - Nie Chengan.
Enter this name into the search engine and a dazzling list of resumes will pop up on the encyclopedia.
Nie Cheng'an is a famous musician and film score composer.
He has won the most prestigious federal Golden Tripod Award for Best Original Score twice and has been nominated multiple times, and has been nominated for numerous other film awards, both large and small.
His music is known for its diverse styles, strong tension, and good use of multiple instruments. He is recognized as a master in the industry. His music is great to listen to alone, and the effect is greater than the sum of its parts when used in movies.
Wei Lan was stunned when she saw it. How could she afford to hire such a top master in the industry?
But, but...it's really great!
Wei Lan listened to the "Freedom Walk" again. This is the musician's work in recent years. There are several melodies in it that exude a grand and ethereal feeling, which made Wei Lan feel that it was a pity for this movie that he could not find Nie Chengan to compose the music!
If only she hadn't heard it! Except for the Wushan Mountains, Wei Lan was somewhat trapped in the pain of not being able to get what he wanted.
This situation was soon discovered by Ye Luoxue and Wei Mingjie, who were together day and night.
Wei Mingjie, in particular, knew that Wei Lan was busy composing music for a movie recently. When he saw that Wei Lan's mobile phone had been playing this light music while he was looking for a composer these two days, he immediately understood.
He thought about it, calculated his liquidity in his head, and said to Wei Lan: "Lanlan, I will take you to visit Mr. Nie tomorrow."
“!!!” Wei Lan looked over with eyes wide open.
Wei Mingjie smiled dotingly and said proudly, "Didn't expect that? Your grandfather is friends with Old Nie. We can go to his house and try. Maybe there is hope. Let's give it a try first."
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Two days later, one afternoon, Wei Mingjie brought Wei Lan to visit the Wei family.
The Nie family received the father and daughter politely. As Wei Mingjie said, Nie Chengan did have a friendship with his father. At the dinner table, he talked about some past events with the Nie family. The atmosphere was lively and both the host and the guests enjoyed themselves.
After a while of chatting after dinner, Wei Mingjie got down to business and stated the purpose of his trip.
"Brother Wei, my father's health has not been very good in the past two years. As you can see, he has not taken any music composition work anymore." The speaker was Nie Chengan's son Nie Xingbang. He did not inherit his father's talent in music, but he seemed to be a calm person and now served as Nie Chengan's agent.
When Wei Mingjie heard this, he glanced at Nie Chengan who was sitting on the chair.
Nie Chengan is sixty-one years old this year, with gray hair, but he looks energetic and elegant, and does not seem to be in poor health.
Nie Xingbang's refusal was quite tactful.
"Uncle Nie..." Wei Mingjie called out, trying to build a relationship with Nie Chengan.
Nie Chengan was stunned, thinking of something, and looked a little hesitant for a moment.
Seeing this, Nie Xingbang shook his head and said, "A science fiction movie, with a production cost of eight million... Mr. Wei, this is really hard to believe."
He called him Mr. Wei, which was to distance the relationship.
"Excuse me, but you don't need to hire a composer of my father's caliber. The music is just a bonus for the movie, but it can't be a timely help... Besides, you trust this director so much, didn't he come to your house in person to talk about the film concept?"
Nie Xingbang was somewhat dissatisfied with this. For a new director to invite a master of Nie Chengan's level to compose the music, without him coming in person, showed no basic sincerity.
Hearing this, Wei Lan, who was standing by, felt a little helpless. Of course she had come, but there was no way; her true situation could not be revealed to others.
These words were a bit blunt, and Nie Chengan didn't want to embarrass his friend's son, so he reached out to stop Nie Xingbang from speaking.
"I just haven't had any creative inspiration lately." Nie Cheng'an looked into Wei Mingjie's eyes and said, "Chen Yuanhang also came to me before to ask me to compose the music for Star Wars for six million, excluding the music copyright, but I didn't agree."
When Wei Mingjie heard this, he was touched: "I will never forget your kindness."
Chen Yuanhang now has Chengguang behind him and has become famous because of "Star Wars Part I". He has a sufficient budget and the remuneration he can offer must be very attractive.
Nie Chengan's rejection of the other party must have been due to his relationship with the old chairman of Wei Corporation and his consideration of Wei Corporation's current predicament. Otherwise, his joining would only make the momentum of "Star Wars" even higher.
Nie Chengan waved his hand: "It's also because his script didn't inspire me much, otherwise I wouldn't have cared about your father's face."
"Thank you anyway." Wei Mingjie accepted the favor no matter what.
But now that things have come to this, Wei Mingjie can't afford to waste any more time.
Nie Chengan had already rejected a large contract because of his father's feelings. It would be too much for him to force the other party to take on the soundtrack for a small-budget movie.
Because fame is mutually beneficial, even if Wei Mingjie offered the same remuneration, taking on Star Wars would be a hundredfold benefit to Nie Chengan and both parties would profit; while taking on Wei Lan's unknown, low-budget movie, in the early stages only the movie could profit because of his fame, and if it was successful after its release, it would be fine, but if it failed, it would be a hundredfold disadvantage to him and he would ruin his reputation in vain.
But they couldn't just leave now, so Wei Mingjie changed the topic and started chatting casually in the Wei family's living room, and the atmosphere suddenly became joyful again.
"Xiao Wu, go get today's letter." Nie Cheng'an called to the servants at home.
Wei Mingjie smiled and said, "Uncle Nie, why doesn't he use a mobile phone? It's so convenient."
Wei Mingjie's words made Nie Xingbang feel comfortable. He smiled and said, "Brother Wei, you don't know, my dad is very stubborn. I've told him many times that he just doesn't like to use a mobile phone. Who would write letters to communicate these days? If you are not used to using a mobile phone, wouldn't it be more convenient to use a tablet to read emails?"
At this time, the servant had brought the two letters over. Nie Chengan took them, opened them, put on his gold-rimmed glasses and read the letters. He smiled and said, "You young people of this generation have your habits, and I have mine."
It was getting late, and seeing this, Wei Mingjie took the initiative to say goodbye and left the Nie family with Wei Lan in his arms.
Before leaving, Wei Lan's eyes were fixed on the letter in Nie Chengan's hand.
On the way home, Wei Mingjie said to Wei Lan helplessly, "Lanlan, Mr. Nie's approach probably won't work. You can look at other composers. Don't worry about the price."
He originally thought that this trip had a good chance of achieving the goal, but who knew that Chen Yuanhang's Star Wars actually came to invite Nie Chengan.
Wei Lan stretched out his little hand and hugged Wei Mingjie's neck: "Well, thank you dad."
She has always seen Wei Mingjie's support.
Wei Mingjie's heart suddenly softened. He hugged Wei Lan back and felt all his previous fatigue was swept away.
After returning to the Wei family villa, Wei Lan did not look for other composers, but asked Aunt Zhang to help him with pens and writing paper.
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Two days later, in the early morning, Nie Chengan was basking in the sun in the courtyard of his home. He closed his eyes comfortably and listened to the birds singing not far away, making up a fresh concerto in his mind.
Just then, the servant suddenly came: "Boss, there is a letter today."
"Letter?" Nie Chengan was a little surprised. He had just replied to a few letters from old friends yesterday. Logically, there shouldn't be any new letters in the next two days.
"Show it to me."
I took the envelope and found a thick stack of papers inside.
Nie Chengan opened the envelope and saw a stack of more than 80 pages of scripts, a letter, and several sheets of musical notation.
The handwriting of the letter was a little ugly, but the content was concise and clear.
The sender was a screenwriter and director of a film. She wrote down her thoughts on the music for the script in her hand. The other sheets of musical notation were the music she wrote herself, but she was not satisfied with it and hoped to get guidance from the master.
Nie Chengan thought for a moment and remembered this director and movie, the one that Wei Mingjie mentioned two days ago.
Although the other party did not come to the door, his sincerity was expressed in another way.
Nie Chengan took a look at the five-line score and the melody automatically appeared in his mind. Then he raised his eyebrows slightly, became interested, picked up the glasses at hand, and opened the script...
Nie Xingbang returned home in the afternoon and saw that his father did not appear in the living room on the first floor as usual, so he asked the servant who was cleaning the room.
"Where's my dad?"
The servant pointed upstairs and replied softly, "In the studio."
Hearing this, Nie Xingbang was shocked and his eyes widened. His father had not entered his studio for several months. He would only go there when he wanted to create some music.
After going up a few steps, Nie Xingbang looked at the music studio at the end of the corridor. The door was forgotten to be closed, and light shone through from inside.
As soon as he reached the door, he heard a beautiful piano melody coming from inside.
It's ethereal and majestic, with two sudden accents at the end, which is full of shock!
Nie Xingbang's lack of musical creativity does not mean that he has no musical appreciation. He stood there for a while, savoring the music, and then gently opened the door.
Then he saw his father sitting at the workbench, carefully writing a string of notes on the staff.
After finishing writing, he showed an excited smile, his eyes filled with inspiration and excitement.
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