"Thank you for your comments, Teacher Zhao. I'm just doing this as a hobby. The real reason is to use music to boost the sales of audio equipment," Xing Baohua said with a wry smile.
Where could he find the rest of the music? He only listened to this part.
What he was thinking about was "Exodus" and "Pirates of the Caribbean." That's why he rushed back!
Now that it's been handed over to the orchestra, let's take our time.
Then he said to Zhao Dechuan, "Teacher Zhao, I have two more short stories here. Let's work them out together. I don't know how to write sheet music, so you'll have to go through the trouble of finding someone to write the sheet music while I hum them."
Zhao Dechuan smiled and said, "Tomorrow, come over tomorrow, and we'll all work together. But let's make it clear first, if your pieces are good, the orchestra will use them."
Upon hearing this, Xing Baohua understood. No wonder Li Wengang said not to worry about these things; he was waiting for this.
The symphony orchestra produces music for you for free, and you give it to the orchestra to use for free, without sharing any profits. That's a transaction.
What could Xing Baohua say? In this situation of "taking what you can get," you still want money unless you have a contract.
People are doing you a favor by playing your music. You want money from me? No way.
However, there is one advantage: you can use the symphony orchestra for free from now on.
The only recording task was a bit troublesome; they needed to find a recording studio in the provincial capital. When this request was made, Li Wengang and Zhao Dechuan both smiled and said, "Don't worry about it."
Zhao Dechuan said with a smile, "The symphony orchestra has a long-term cooperation with the radio station, so we can borrow their equipment to record, and there is also a professional recording studio."
These words put Xing Baohua at ease. A professional recording studio is definitely better than his cheap one!
Afterwards, Xing Baohua and Li Wengang left Zhao Dechuan's place and went back to their respective places.
When Xing Baohua returned to the guesthouse, Uncle Li appeared. He said to Xing Baohua, "Little Xing! You won't be able to go to the cultural troupe in a couple of days. You'll have to find a band or a place to go."
Xing Baohua poured water for Grandpa Li and said, "I've already found one, the provincial orchestra."
"Wow! That's amazing! Who found this orchestra? It's one of the best in the province." Grandpa Li said, giving a thumbs up.
"Who else could it be! Director Zhu of the cultural troupe," Xing Baohua said. He then asked Grandpa Li if he had time now.
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Li wanted to run away; this guy was definitely up to no good.
Sure enough, Xing Baohua asked Grandpa Li to help him read the score.
Grandpa Li thought to himself, "I shouldn't have come here at all. I'll have to avoid this kid from now on."
"Hey kid, can't you be a little more considerate of an old man? It's almost dark, and you're still working overtime. Is this how you treat an elderly person?" Grandpa Li said with dissatisfaction.
"Teacher Li, you can't say that. We're all doing this for work. Look at the works we've collaborated on, aren't they all masterpieces? If they become popular, you'll be proud of yourself!" Xing Baohua started his persuasive mode.
It was a bit late, but Xing Baohua was always so busy! If she didn't take advantage of the little time she had, she could quickly help Zou Wenjuan get some songs ready for recording, otherwise, if she dragged it out, it would delay her from making money.
Even though Grandpa Li was dissatisfied, he was still receiving three salaries. This really angered Xing Baohua. The music academy was only 300 meters east of the guesthouse.
There are plenty of people who can read sheet music, just like there are painters available; you can find people who do it for twenty yuan a month.
Xing Baohua wanted to release a hit album. So he told Grandpa Li about his idea, saying that he had found a female singer during his recent trip home, whose voice and singing skills were excellent.
I want to make her a cassette tape entirely in English.
Grandpa Li waved his hand and said, "One or two songs on the album are enough. The rest should be Chinese songs. If you want to release an international version, we can work on that later. Let's focus on the domestic market first."
"Isn't this more convenient?" Xing Baohua said.
“It’s easier, but how many Chinese people can understand it? Besides, if it sells like hotcakes domestically, it’ll become really famous. Just think about how big the population is in China.” Xing Baohua nodded in agreement after hearing what Grandpa Li said.
That's right, China has such a large population. A music store can just put a loudspeaker at the entrance and play songs to spread the word. Fame means money!
I promised Grandpa Li that we'd learn a song tonight.
"Youth has blown through your long hair"
Let him guide your dreams
Unbeknownst to many, this city's history
I remember your smile
..."
Mr. Li was deeply moved after listening to the lyrics. He had an indescribable feeling and seemed very excited.
Then Mr. Li asked, "What's the name of this song?"
"No regrets in youth, I feel that calling them dream chasers would also be appropriate."
Grandpa Li murmured, "Dream chasers, no regrets in youth. Both are good!"
He looked up at Xing Baohua and said, "Let's live our youth without regrets."
Of course, Xing Baohua simply put the Cantonese version's title on the Mandarin version. Little did he know that Grandpa Li was thinking to himself: "Dream chaser, dream chaser, I bet you're just trying to chase after a woman!"
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