Chapter 025 Record Producer
Qu Qinghuan didn't react at all and still lay motionless on the sofa in Lin Chiran's house.
Lin Chi Ran got angry when he saw his expression and kicked him harder: "If you keep pretending, I will throw you out right now."
"Ouch!" Qu Qinghuan suddenly sat up, rubbing his calf with a painful look on his face, and felt Lin Chiran's cold gaze.
"Hey, where is this?" Qu Qinghuan looked around and asked even though he knew the answer.
"Are you pretending again?" Lin Chiran didn't care about his attitude anymore.
"Okay, okay, why are you so angry?" Qu Qinghuan waved his hand shamelessly, "Your house is in a really good location. I wanted to buy a house here before, but it was too expensive."
Lin Chiran was speechless. Although Qu Qinghuan didn't earn as much as before, he still had a steady stream of royalties from his hit songs. He was fooling people by saying that he had no money to buy them.
"Don't talk about anything else. What's the meaning of pretending like this and insisting on going home with me?" When Qu Qinghuan walked in and lay down on the sofa in his house, Lin Chiran noticed a sense of incongruity.
Wu Wen was helping to close the door from behind, and he failed to hold Qu Qinghuan for a moment. Seeing that he was about to hit the coffee table, he actually avoided the coffee table and fell on the sofa. If you can't see this, you would really think that he, Lin Chiran, is a fool.
"Well... you should know it." Qu Qinghuan's eyes drifted silently towards the display cabinet in the living room. He looked at Lin Chiran's wall of collections from afar, as if he saw something extraordinary. He rubbed his eyes.
"Huh?" Lin Chiran was confused. As he spoke, he noticed Qu Qinghuan's gaze. He quietly moved towards the display cabinet, blocking Qu Qinghuan's sight. He raised his tone and deliberately asked him in an angry manner, "What should I know?"
Before Qu Qinghuan could confirm what he saw, he saw that Lin Chiran seemed really angry, and explained awkwardly: "Didn't you invite me to be the music producer for Wax & Wane's debut single? I thought about it."
Seeing Qu Qinghuan's evasive expression when he mentioned this, Lin Chiran said with a bit of amusement: "So, Producer Qu wants to tell me that you have time again?"
"For the sake of your sincere invitation." Qu Qinghuan put on that impressive expression again when Lin Chiran brought it up.
Lin Chiran smiled and pulled Qu Qinghuan up from his sofa and dragged him towards the door.
"Huh? What are you doing?" Qu Qinghuan felt something was wrong. Shouldn't Lin Chiran be grateful that he accepted his request?
"Producer Qu was indeed drunk. He was so drunk that he accidentally fell down and slept outside my house all night." The drunkard could not be dragged away, but when he was full of anger, an adult man didn't seem so heavy. As he spoke, he opened the door and wanted to throw Qu Qinghuan out of his house.
"Hey, wait, wait, don't be so impatient." Seeing his posture, Qu Qinghuan quickly clung to the door frame. Although he didn't have to sleep in the open with his cell phone and wallet, the matter was not over yet. Besides, it was not Qu Qinghuan's style to kick people out.
Lin Chiran suddenly smiled, and Qu Qinghuan thought he wanted to have a good talk, so he naturally let go of his hand that was holding onto the door frame and put it in his pocket.
As a result, Lin Chiran slammed the door shut, and Qu Qinghuan staggered and fell backwards in front of Lin Chiran's house.
"Hey! You're not going to get hurt, are you?" Qu Qinghuan rubbed his butt. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and the softest part of his body landed first, otherwise he might have been hurt.
After knocking on the door several times but getting no response, Qu Qinghuan lost his temper and said, "Why don't you go guard the company's door if it closes so quickly? I'll let you close it as long as you want."
As he said this, he wanted to take out the cell phone from his pocket and call a taxi to go home. As for the rest, he didn't believe that he couldn't come to an agreement.
However, after searching all the pockets on his body, Qu Qinghuan did not find any trace of the mobile phone, and his wallet was missing too.
While in Lin Chiran's car, Qu Qinghuan vaguely saw that the sky outside had completely darkened. Considering the time spent driving back to his home and other times, it was at least late at night.
How could he get home more than ten kilometers away late at night without his cell phone and wallet? Qu Qinghuan was a little crazy. After thinking it over, he decided to ask Lin Chiran for help.
Qu Qinghuan knocked on the door again, "Chi Ran? Lin Chi Ran? Producer Lin? Don't be too excessive, okay?" After knocking for a long time, no one responded.
This apartment has excellent sound insulation and privacy. Lin Chiran chose this place because of this. There is only one household on each floor, which means that no matter how noisy Qu Qinghuan is at the door, he will not be complained by other neighbors.
Thinking of this, Lin Chiran felt at ease and waited for him to give up and leave.
Half an hour passed and there was no sound at the door. Lin Chiran looked through the video doorbell and saw that there was no one at the door. He planned to go downstairs to the convenience store, but he was busy taking Qu Qinghuan home and had no time to do so.
When he opened the door, he felt a resistance and had a bad feeling. As expected, when he opened the door, he saw Qu Qinghuan. He patted his trousers and seemed to have just stood up.
"Qu Qinghuan, Mr. Qu, may I ask what exactly do you want to do? Do you really want to sleep at my doorstep for a night? My humble home cannot afford to entertain a distinguished guest like you." Lin Chiran was also speechless. He did need a music producer, but that didn't mean there was no one else to choose except Qu Qinghuan.
Qu Qinghuan also found it funny and held out his hand to him: "Give me back my things and I'll leave."
"What else?" Lin Chiran was puzzled.
"Don't pretend, give me your phone and wallet, or you want me to walk back?" If Lin Chiran hadn't given him a pretty good impression among the people he had worked with before, Qu Qinghuan would have left long ago.
"Who took your phone and wallet?" Lin Chiran looked at him with strange eyes.
"That means it fell in your house or car. Let me go in and look for it." Qu Qinghuan thought of this possibility.
Lin Chiran looked at Qu Qinghuan and this time he didn't seem to be lying. He asked him to wait at the door while he went in to look for him.
"It's not at home. Maybe it fell in the car." Lin Chiran took the key and prepared to go downstairs with Qu Qinghuan to look for it.
There was silence for a long time in the elevator. Qu Qinghuan knew that Lin Chiran was not playing tricks on him on purpose, and he felt better. He couldn't help but speak first: "So you found a suitable music producer?"
Lin Chiran only intended to help Qu Qinghuan find something, but he did not forget what this man had just done, so he remained silent.
"If you don't say anything, it means you haven't yet. Then why don't you cooperate with me again?" Qu Qinghuan didn't care that Lin Chiran didn't respond, and continued to speak: "If ordinary people approach me, I won't agree. Are you sure you don't want to seize such a good opportunity?"
Lin Chiran couldn't stand Qu Qinghuan talking non-stop beside him, so he said coldly: "I heard that you were making an album for Sun Yingying, how come you are free again?"
Sun Yingying, a popular first-line actress, had never been involved in the music field before. Lin Chiran just happened to hear people from the production department talking about her name. If it was done well, this would be a good opportunity to restore word of mouth. Even if it was average, fans would not be so critical of cross-border works. There was no reason to leave this alone and interfere with Wax&Wane's debut list.
Qu Qinghuan looked unhappy when he heard the name: "Her album has nothing to do with me."
Lin Chiran was stunned. From what other employees said, the arrangement of this album was at least already underway. How could it have nothing to do with Qu Qinghuan? He looked at him with some doubt in his eyes.
"The producer has changed." Qu Qinghuan said in a deep voice.
Lin Chiran didn't know what to say for a moment. As the chief producer of the entire idol project, it was good that Qu Qinghuan could free up his schedule to join his team, but as an old acquaintance with whom he had a decent relationship, he felt a little sorry for him. If the producer was changed at this stage, all the hard work and days and nights put in before would be wasted. No creator would be willing to see such a scene.
The sound of the elevator arriving interrupted Lin Chiran's thoughts, and the two walked towards Lin Chiran's car late at night.
"I will receive the lyrics and music provided by the copyright company tomorrow. I already have an idea of the style. When will I be able to screen it?" Lin Chiran suddenly spoke.
Qu Qinghuan was startled, then understood what Lin Chiran meant, and smiled: "Let's meet the members tomorrow. If the singers are not good enough, no matter how good the song is, it will be useless."
Lin Chiran didn't care about the hidden meaning in his words. Qu Qinghuan's mouth always offended people easily, and he was used to it. He had to find an opportunity to let the members prepare mentally.
"Cellphone, wallet, and what is this..." Lin Chiran found the things that Qu Qinghuan dropped in the car. There seemed to be a small card with words written on it, but it was too dark and he couldn't see clearly what it was.
"Thank you, Producer Lin." Qu Qinghuan quickly took the things back, as if he didn't want Lin Chiran to see what the final thing was.
Lin Chiran was thoughtful. If there was some light at this moment, he would find that Qu Qinghuan's face seemed a little red.
"Let's go. See you at the company tomorrow." After saying that, Qu Qinghuan left briskly under the moonlight.
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Late at night, Lin Chiran gently wiped the trophy in the display cabinet. He had been doing the same thing for almost twenty years and was extremely skilled at it.
Maybe he saw it. There must be no musician who doesn’t recognize this, Lin Chiran thought silently.
This is a golden trophy with the top shaped like a treble note. Under the light of the display cabinet, one can faintly see the engraving on the bottom - Best Male Singer Award: Lin Jing.
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When Lin Chiran arrived at the company, the first thing he did was to give the members a vaccination.
"The music producer wants to meet you first. He has a weird temper and speaks unpleasantly. Listen to what's useful and ignore what's useless. Just don't argue with him." Lin Chiran didn't give Qu Qinghuan too much face. After all, it would delay things if the person he spoke was too nice but the real person was completely different.
The members were a little curious when they heard Lin Chiran say this. Obviously, they had never met Qu Qinghuan in person and still had unrealistic fantasies. They had only heard a lot of his representative works in the past and thought he was some kind of eccentric genius.
Wu Wen was shocked when he heard Lin Chiran's description. It was obvious that he was talking about Qu Qinghuan. What happened last night? How come the person who was worrying him turned into his own music producer just one night?
"Hey, what are you instilling in the kids?" Lin Chiran was still talking about various precautions when the eccentric music producer he mentioned came to him.
"You come so early?" Lin Chiran didn't expect Qu Qinghuan to come to him on his own.
"I'm still late. Let me hear what you've instilled in them." Qu Qinghuan pretended to be helpless and shook his head. "You make me look like a villain. Don't scare the kids."
Lin Chiran held back the countless words he wanted to say to complain about Qu Qinghuan, and led everyone to the reserved and empty practice room.
"Come on, each of you sing a song that you think is your best." Qu Qinghuan swept his sharp eyes over the members.
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