The three members of the Czech band—the short one, the skinny one, and the fat one—were also completely bewildered by what Old Gouzi, the manager, had said.
Are all people from China like this?
“Yes, for every new song your band records, Sunset will pay you $10,000, plus a 5% cut of the new song's revenue. It’s all written in the contract. If there are no problems, just sign it.” Manager Gou wanted to get things done as soon as possible so they could head to the recording area.
"Really?" the short teammate behind him asked incredulously.
The bearded band leader, Qiao Sen, also looked at Manager Gou with a surprised expression, then glanced at the contract on the table. The four members of the band were carefully examining it.
I watched it for about ten minutes.
Suddenly.
Johnson gave the other person a big hug: "Thank you, I thank you on behalf of God for your generosity. Not only is there such a high reward for recording a song, but there is also a 5% share. Old Gouzi, you are simply sent by God to save our Czech band."
"Hey, hey, hey, what kind of behavior is this, two grown men hugging each other? We don't do this in China. If you really want to express your gratitude, go thank the creator of this new song. Alright, you two hurry up and go to the recording area, don't keep Teacher Li Zhaoyang waiting." Manager Gou's English was also quite fluent.
"Thank God for His mercy, and thank the sunset for its timely help." Johnson led his three team members out of the office and hurried to the recording area, not wanting to keep the creative teacher behind them waiting too long.
Doing too many good deeds in daily life can indeed accumulate merit, and the virtue belonging to the Czech Republic will come, won't it?
The ancient Chinese saying is indeed true.
It seems I should rescue more stray cats and dogs on the streets in the future.
"Manager." Many artists in the office area cast strange glances and asked one after another.
"Isn't Li Zhaoyang, the one the director brought, a bronze-level lyricist and composer?"
"It seems like the supervisor is paying special attention to that songwriter surnamed Li."
"Just because he's someone close to the director, they specially hired a band for his new song. That's so kind of them."
"That's not right of you. The band that the manager hired is all washed up and not worth much. It would only cost a few thousand dollars at most."
"It's different. That band is from the Czech Republic. Although they're past their prime now, they were once a very popular and talented band."
"Go away, what do you know? Teacher Li Zhaoyang has a bright future." Supervisor Gou didn't regard Zhaoyang as an ordinary bronze medalist.
Give him some time, and the ace won't be a problem.
...
After Johnson and his team stepped out of the elevator and entered the recording area, they saw several men talking there.
"Which one of you is... Teacher Li Zhaoyang?" Perhaps because the compensation exceeded his expectations and there was an extra share, Qiao Sen now had special respect for the creator of the new song.
When he fell from his peak to the bottom, Qiao Sen thought he could lead his three teammates to create glory again. But as he persevered, he reached middle age.
Johnson hadn't even bothered to remove his stubble.
If they can't find any songs soon, this band might have to disband within six months.
If that's the case, Johnson feels somewhat sorry for his teammates.
"You're the Czech band?" Li Zhaoyang's English was also very fluent, and he had already printed out the lyrics in advance. Zhao Tianhe had also just arrived.
"Hello, Mr. Li Zhaoyang. I am the leader of the Czech band, Josen. These are my band members: Owen, Carl, and Trus."
Qiao Sen introduced them one by one.
The shorter one is Irving, blond and blue-eyed, with an excellent demeanor. At first glance, you might mistake him for a man, but he is indeed a man.
The thinner one is Karl, and he's dressed rather sloppily.
The fat one is Trus; a large belly is his standard feature.
"Hello, Professor Li Zhaoyang." The group greeted him in turn.
Li Zhaoyang: "These are the lyrics, let's familiarize ourselves with them first."
He handed over four printed copies of the lyrics to "Sold Out".
When they received the lyrics, Zhao Tianhe, who had already read "Sunny Day" once, exclaimed in shock: "It's named after a sunny day, but the whole song is about rainy days, yet the rain gradually gets so heavy that I can't see you anymore... Such beautiful lyrics, could they really have been created by you, Teacher Li Zhaoyang?"
This song is a prime example of extremely high quality. If Zhao Tianhe didn't know who wrote it, he would definitely think it was created by the legendary songwriter Qu Shen.
But this...
Li Zhaoyang looked to be three or four years younger than me.
To write a work of such high quality as "Sunny Day" at this age is unbelievable, isn't it? He's cheating!
"Come in for a sound check once you feel ready," Li Zhaoyang said, pushing open the soundproof door of the recording studio first.
Zhao Tianhe was left alone in the recording area with the Czech band, while other singers were recording new songs by other songwriters.
"My God..." Zhao Tianhe suddenly became nervous.
As a professional singer, I shouldn't be nervous.
The song was so amazing that he was afraid he wouldn't pass the audition and would lose such a great opportunity.
He had a feeling that if he could get the song, it would definitely become a hit.
The number of followers on their official website even surged from 3.81 million to over 5 million, though the exact number is hard to determine.
Oh my god.
My God.
"This is a divine song that pulled our Czech band out of the abyss!"
"Generous sunset, generous teacher Li Zhaoyang, what can I do for you?"
"Only by offering my body can I demonstrate my sincerity!"
The four members of the Czech band swayed their heads, stood up, or paced, their facial expressions incredibly rich, without any trace of acting, but full of emotion.
"Captain, the melody of this song is really good, I want to hear the finished product!" Owen was already staring intently at the recording studio door.
"To use a phrase from China, this year is our Czech band's lucky year. Even if we don't ask for payment, we won't starve." Johnson sat down, forcing himself to calm down and then adjusting his state of mind.
The same applies to the other three team members.
Even if they don't get paid, they won't lose out on this song.
After this song, his fame soared again, and he was inundated with activity invitations for the next month.
Moreover, there's also a 5% share of the song revenue.
If the song earns ten million dollars, they will receive at least 500,000 dollars.
Because the quality of the work was so high, Zhao Tianhe and the Czech band both gave it their all.
Half an hour later, they entered the recording studio one after another.
Zhao Tianhe was the first to start, because this song was quite difficult and he needed to do a sound check first, plus "Sold Out" had a very strong stage presence.
Li Zhaoyang was worried that if the Czech band auditioned first and started singing enthusiastically, it might affect Zhao Tianhe's performance.
Li Zhaoyang noticed that Zhao Tianhe was very nervous, so he spoke up to ease the tension:
"Zhao Tianhe, right? You've already passed the audition stage and you meet the recording standards for this song, so even if you sing it wrong, I won't replace you. So relax."
As if he had taken a reassuring pill, Zhao Tianhe's stage fright eased somewhat after Li Zhaoyang's words, and he was no longer nervous.
Indeed, hearing Mr. Li Zhaoyang's promise that he wouldn't replace the contestant after the audition stage was reassuring.
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