Chapter 155: Qin Sheng's First Chant



So what can public figures do besides donate generously to this hellish disaster?

Before getting in the car, Qin Sheng seriously considered what exactly was missing in the disaster-stricken areas...

The national rescue team has gone to the hardest-hit areas. Food and water are absolutely indispensable, and doctors and medicines will surely arrive as soon as possible. After all, China claims to be second in the world in terms of rescue efficiency, and no one dares to claim to be first.

Don't believe it?

You can compare it with the government responses of the United States and Japan to similar natural disasters...

It's not discrimination. If the United States encounters a major disaster, most people may not think about helping each other, but instead think about where to take advantage of the chaos to loot. After all, we advocate freedom, and our destiny is our own...

As for Japan, a country prone to earthquakes, when disasters occur, national forces arrive late, and most people can only survive by relying on mutual help among citizens. This can be seen from the fact that in the past, whenever there was a disaster in Japan, the prime minister would be severely criticized by the people.

Therefore, donating supplies is just a piece of cake for Chinese public figures. The question is, what else can I do for them?

Unlike some bad artists who use the mentality of donating to disaster relief to hype themselves up, Qin Sheng really wants to contribute a little of his own strength. After all, since he is here, why should he come in person if he can just donate something and then go back?

That's meaningless...

So Qin Sheng thought carefully about what was lacking in the disaster area. After half an hour of thinking, he came up with the answer.

What is the biggest problem caused by a huge area being reduced to ruins in an instant and transportation and communications being completely paralyzed?

——It’s the human heart.

After all, even an adult would be moved to tears when seeing such a tragic scene of death, let alone those people who have lost their loved ones or are physically disabled. Moreover, according to research statistics, 65% of people who have experienced major disasters will have indelible psychological trauma in their subsequent normal life.

Lonely, helpless, and confused about what the future will be like... Fortunately, the national forces arrived in time, and the victims can still feel the only trace of warmth in the ruins.

So what do people need at this time? A movie? A documentary? No one is in the mood to watch that. What they need is a ray of sunshine that penetrates their souls and clears away the gloom.

Therefore, airdropping a singer to sing a support song is the most effective way. After all, songs are about conveying emotions. When it comes to creating an atmosphere, a good song will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

Therefore, this is why Qin Sheng was determined to bring the soundly sleeping Li Yanyan and the music production team along. After all, he is not an all-round genius who is good at singing and songwriting. He can only write lyrics but not compose music.

However, the moment the group of composers were pulled into the car, they were stunned. What was going on? A limited time to compose music? And Qin Sheng only hummed a few ding-dong dings for them, and that was it.

What on earth is that clang clang clang clang?

"Director Qin, I don't think this is going to work. You need to at least give us two days to create."

The lead composer expressed his overwhelming state at the time. After all, he didn't bring any musical instruments and could only compose music using the music synthesis software on his laptop. The conditions were quite harsh.

But Qin Sheng didn't care. He felt that he had hummed everything he should have, and he couldn't understand why you were composing a guitar piece.

The composing team didn't dare to say anything for a moment and could only concentrate on their work.

However, the fact is that unless you are pushed, it is really difficult for people to clearly know how explosive their potential is.

Just over two hours later, after Qin Sheng's painstaking selection and comparison, the composition team finally squeezed out their own work with great difficulty, and Qin Sheng also successfully found the melody he wanted.

"Yan Yan, there's no recording studio here. You can sing the lyrics a few more times and make sure you get them right. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if you get stuck on stage."

Li Yanyan stared at Qin Sheng with her sharp eyes. It was hard to imagine that a complete song and lyrics were produced by the man in front of her like a magic trick in just a few hours.

Although we still don’t know what effect the combination of lyrics and music will produce, there are only a few people who can do this.

This man is like a treasure, constantly contributing one amazing thing after another.

Taking a deep breath, Li Yanyan nodded solemnly, "Okay, I'll get familiar with it later."

"Not for a while."

Qin Sheng directly waved his hand to refuse, and connected the car's Bluetooth with his mobile phone.

"Old Huang, turn up the music as loud as possible. Yanyan, try singing for me."

"Ah...are we...about to start chanting?"

A drop of sweat inexplicably appeared on Lao Huang's forehead, but he still did as he was told.

Soon, a stirring melody began to play. The slow rhythm gradually became more intense, as if it was carrying a force that went straight to the heart and madly collided with the hearts of the three people...

It sounds so good!

What...is this song?

Why is there such a shocking rhythm? !

Qin Sheng closed his eyes calmly and listened to the melody, hoping to find a few mistakes that were different from the original song.

As for Li Yanyan, she was completely stunned. She clenched the scribbled paper in her hand tightly with one hand, and sweat came out of her palm.

Charge and kill!

Old Huang's mind was full of this. He was completely fascinated. He gripped the gear lever tightly with one hand, and his foot trembled slightly as he stepped on the accelerator...

Holy shit, what kind of song is this? Even a seasoned driver like me with over 20 years of experience feels like changing gears and stepping on the gas?!

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!

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