"Are you still busy?"
Yan Zi pushed open the door of the conference room, and just as he stuck his head in, he felt a lot of eyes looking at him from inside.
Of course, everyone who could come here today was familiar with Yan Zi. When they found that it was Yan Zi who pushed the door, they all stood up and greeted Mr. Yan.
"Why are you here?" Feng Xiaoyun, who was writing at his desk, looked up and asked.
"Grandma and the others said they wanted to see where I work, so I brought them here. Now it's almost dinner time, so I came to see you."
As he spoke, Yan Zi walked behind Feng Xiaoyun and looked at the song he had written on the paper.
""Sky"?"
"Hello, Mr. Yan!" A female agent sitting next to Feng Xiaoyun greeted Yan Zi again.
"Ah, hello!" Yan Zi definitely didn't know this person. She had been in the industry for quite some time, and she knew most of the singers, but she definitely didn't know these agents.
"Let me take a look here, is it okay?"
"Of course not!" The female agent shook her head. Even if it has an impact, we can't tell you. This is your husband and it's your company. If you want to read the songs he wrote, can we stop you?
Feng Xiaoyun looked at his watch and was surprised by how quickly time had passed. He smiled and said, "I'll be finishing this song soon. After I finish writing, let's have a quick lunch together at the company and then continue. Is that okay?"
Finally, I spoke to the remaining people, and everyone quickly said that it was no problem and it was as they should be.
Although he saw his colleagues taking the songs and leaving one by one, he was not so busy that he didn't have time to eat. What's more, his wife, the boss of Jiangdu Entertainment, was watching him.
A few of them even suggested that they would treat everyone to lunch and they would all go out for lunch together, but Feng Xiaoyun smiled and shook his head to decline, so they didn't insist any further.
Feng Xiaoyun continued to write, and Yan Zi stood behind him and watched.
Although Feng Xiaoyun has written many songs for himself, it seems that he has not written many songs. She heard from Sister Chen before coming in that Feng Xiaoyun said today that he wanted to finish writing these thirty songs.
I have written eight songs in more than two hours this morning and sent Brother Qi's agent away. A lucky guy named Lao Zhou took two songs.
Now this sky is the ninth song.
"Why is my sky filled with wet tears?"
"My sky, why is it always gray?"
"Drifting on the other side of the world"
"Let loneliness invade"
Yan Zi watched and sang softly.
After all, he is a professional singer. When he sees a good song, it is like a gourmet seeing delicious food, or like a game enthusiast coming to 2077. He always wants to give it a try.
Although it was sung quietly, everyone could hear it clearly in the conference room where you could hear a pin drop.
The other agents were delighted when they heard this. Why? Because the song was great!
There are basically no rookies here, they are all music agents. Whether a song sells well or not is definitely determined by many factors. But they can all tell whether a song is good or not.
This is Feng Xiaoyun's ninth song this morning, and they don't know what the quality is like.
Those who got the songs at the beginning all hid them away, treasured them like they were anything else. Logically, only good songs would make them do this, but since it was not their turn or they had not seen the final work, they felt unsure in their hearts.
As soon as Yan Zi arrived, he sang the song he was writing a cappella. It was obvious that this was Yan Zi's first time singing, so he stumbled in some places. Sometimes he had to sing a line of lyrics two or three times before he could sing the next line smoothly.
But even so, based on the general melody and lyrics, we can know that there is no problem in using this song as the lead song of an album.
Some people even think that if there hadn't been a genius like Feng Xiaoyun who released so many good songs at once, this song would probably have been at the top of the charts.
The person whose mood was most different from others was the agent working for Feng Xiaoyun and Yan Zi.
The song was naturally very good. She knew it was written by Feng Xiaoyun just now, but the problem was that Yan Zi's eyes were glowing while he sang, which made her feel very uneasy.
Could it be that he was trying to steal the deal? If it was someone else trying to steal the deal, she could still fight for it, but if it was Yan Zi, how could she fight for it?
The watermelons were grown in their own fields, and they hadn't paid for them yet. If someone else wanted to cut in line, they could still say first come, first served. But since they thought the watermelons were sweeter and didn't want to sell them anymore, there was nothing anyone could say.
Sure enough, after Yan Zi sang the first verse, he sincerely praised: "This song feels very nice!"
The female agent felt like her heart was in her throat, but fortunately Feng Xiaoyun's next words were like heavenly music that saved her.
"Of course everything I write is nice, but this song doesn't quite suit you."
After saying this, Feng Xiaoyun, who had already finished writing, picked up the manuscript and handed it to the female agent.
"Okay, go out and sign the contract with them."
"Thank you, Mr. Feng, thank you, Mr. Yan. I'll be leaving first."
The female agent was like a warrior who had caught the princess. She held the manuscript tightly in her hand, nodded to Feng Xiaoyun and Yan Zi to express her gratitude, and ran out in a hurry without waiting for their reaction. She looked as if there was a fire-breathing dragon behind her, spying on her princess.
Yan Zi and Feng Xiaoyun looked at each other, not knowing why this female agent suddenly seemed so anxious. Could it be because she had been waiting here for a long time in the morning? It is said that people have three urgent needs.
"Well, everyone, let's go eat first. I have asked the company cafeteria to make arrangements, so I'm sorry to bother you to have a simple meal in the cafeteria." As the hostess, Yan Zi naturally had to stand up and speak. Of course, she didn't want to let her husband go hungry.
"Mr. Yan is too polite. We should have been treating you today."
"That's right, that's right. I'd also like to trouble Mr. Yan to arrange lunch for us."
"I've heard that Jiangdu Entertainment's cafeteria is as good as any star-rated restaurant out there. Today's a great opportunity to see it for myself."
What agent isn't a shrewd one? He was full of compliments, even though he was a little worried just now about the quality of the songs he'd end up with.
Yan Zi's a cappella singing dispelled their concerns, and together with the performance of the previous agents, it undoubtedly proved that all the songs Feng Xiaoyun wrote that morning were good songs.
Some people who were more alert thought about Yan Zi's performance just now. It was obvious that Yan Zi had never seen this song before. Then, how could Feng Xiaoyun not even let his wife know about such a classic song?
Or was this really done by Feng Xiaoyun on the spot?
But I just thought about it and threw the idea out of my mind. If it was true, it would be too ridiculous.
If we say that Feng Xiaoyun's last competition with Wan Ping'an, in which he wrote a song in ten minutes on the spot, can be said to have been a matter of inspiration, everyone would understand.
But you had nine inspirations in the two hours this morning, and more than twenty inspirations in the afternoon. Are you the king of inspiration?
No matter how evil a person is, he can't be this evil, right? Could it be that Feng Xiaoyun's brain was modified by aliens?
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