With Fang Yang's tacit approval, Chen Fushu quickly put Fang Yang's shrimp painting on the auction platform. The auction would last for three days, with the highest bidder winning.
Fang Yang didn't care about this. It wasn't his livelihood, so the price of the paintings didn't affect him at all. He had uploaded his calligraphy and paintings to increase his popularity in the first place, and he still had the same purpose now. However, things were different now. Although the purpose was the same, his expectations for the effect were different.
While the crowd was still discussing Fang Yang's calligraphy, someone excitedly shouted, "Fang Yang has put this shrimp painting on an auction platform with a starting price of one yuan. He really has some skills."
"Huh?" Whether it was the big shots in the chat room or the calligraphy and painting enthusiasts or peers in the discussion area, they were all taken aback. "What's going on today? Doesn't Fang Yang never auction calligraphy and paintings? Why is the sun rising in the west today?"
Everyone in the comments section rushed off to watch the excitement, while the big shots in the chat room didn't join in. The auction lasted for three days, which was the rule of the Yuewen Entertainment Media website's auction platform, and no one could break it. Going now would undoubtedly embarrass the big shots, so it was better to sit in the chat room and chat more. They were all in their fifties and sixties, and they still had the composure to do so.
"Come on, everyone, guess how much this painting will fetch at auction?"
An elderly man, in a moment of childlike wonder, started a guessing game, and surprisingly, someone actually responded: "In my opinion, this is Xiao Fang's first auctioned scroll, which has special significance and should be worth around 800,000."
"I think it should be worth about the same as Mr. Chen's paintings, around 500,000 yuan."
"Three hundred thousand, after all, he's not a professional painter and lacks a bit of fame."
“If we old guys don’t get involved, the price should be capped at 200,000. Xiao Fang is still young and needs more time to mature.”
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In the discussion room, everyone spoke up. Some were optimistic, while many others were pessimistic. However, it was still necessary to base this on the premise that no one would participate, since perspectives differ and values vary greatly.
"How about this, everyone stays out of the initial stages. There's plenty of time. On the afternoon of the third day, we'll check the auction prices. If anyone is interested, they can participate then. This way, we can observe the public's appreciation of Fang Yang's paintings and also give everyone a direct valuation of them."
"Haha, Professor Chen's idea is great. What do you all think? Anyway, the afternoon of the third day won't affect everyone's participation."
"Okay, let's take a look."
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Fang Yang was naturally unaware of what was happening on the website. At this moment, Zhu Laosan suddenly remembered something. "President Fang, I have a song written by a new junior composer. The lyrics and music are quite good, but when we arrange the music, something feels off. Can you take a look and see what's wrong?"
Fang Yang took the A4 paper handed to him by Zhu Laosan, unfolded it and saw that the song title was "Remembering". It started with a high note and the whole song was high notes. It required a high level of vocal ability from the singer and was definitely exhausting for the voice.
I frowned as I read the whole song. "The lyrics are okay, but the composition is a bit obsessive. The whole song is just high notes, without any twists or turns. Even the best high-note singers can't sing this song completely."
Zhu Laosan, who is also the lead singer, naturally knows this. "I know it too, but I don't know much about composing. I just want to see how to adapt it. I even asked two composers to take a look, and they both had a bit of a headache. The song is good, but it's a bit troublesome to adapt."
"First of all, you can't leave such a long accompaniment at the beginning. Long accompaniment is generally suitable for slow songs. Moreover, with such a long low note, it's a bit of a conflict when you start with a high note. So the intro needs to be shortened and the starting key should be higher. Also, since you start in E major, you can't keep fluctuating between F major and E major. You need to lower the key appropriately, use C major in the middle, and then gradually raise it. This way, the singer can handle it and take a breather."
“You’re right. That’s what we thought at first too. The main problem was the intro, which was a bit of a headache. Now that you’ve explained it, I know what to do. But the lyrics are pretty good. I didn’t expect that our company’s new junior composer could write such good lyrics. If he writes a few more, we’ll have struck gold.”
Zhu Laosan chuckled foolishly, feeling proud of his good judgment.
"Which music composer didn't start as a beginner? This involves both talent and hard work later on, so you need to increase your support. He also handled the composition himself."
"Yes, he did it all by himself."
"He still needs to learn more about composition. He should find a senior composer to mentor him first. There's no need for someone more advanced, as he wouldn't understand what they're saying, and it might just be counterproductive."
Fang Yang and Zhu Laosan were discussing the training of the novice composer when Jin Dahai sneaked in through the door and had been standing there for several minutes.
"Old Jin, what are you standing there for? You haven't said a word."
Yang Huajin, sitting opposite, still couldn't understand and asked a probing question.
"Hey, we're listening to Mr. Fang and Third Brother's discussion so intently, let's learn from them too."
"What the hell are you talking about? You're an animation person, and you're talking about learning composition? That's ridiculous!"
"Although I work in animation, I also have a passion for music, right?"
Zhu Laosan spat and said, "When it comes to shamelessness, you're the one, Lao Jin. I'm afraid even this planet can't tolerate you anymore."
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