In front of the computer screen.

Lang Qian thought about the white paper in front of him for a long time, but he felt that his somewhat rigid brain was even more confused. He had an idea, but he could not describe it in appropriate words, so he still sat in a daze for several hours, as if he had been Sun Mai who had been imposed on a fixed spell.

The large ashtray on the desk was already full of cigarette butts and ash, and the trash can beside the seat was already filled with mass of waste paper, and there were also a pile of empty wine bottles.

He sighed helplessly and raised his blood-filled eyes. He logged into the live broadcast platform, intending to relax and change his mood, otherwise he would go crazy if he continued like this.

Lang Qian is a senior music producer and has a good level of writing lyrics and compose music. However, writing songs is just like reciting poems and essays. It cannot be produced casually. It requires so-called inspiration.

Articles are natural, but I can get them by hand.

The ancients have already made it clear that the birth process of those popular poems and poems that can be sung for a long time are more or less accidental. In other words, this thing is somewhat similar to a luxury product made by private customization and purely handmade, rather than a large-scale industrial product.

Therefore, every music producer hopes that he can produce several famous classic works that are very popular in his hands, but dreams that come true are only a few of them.

Moreover, many talented music producers can't avoid the phenomenon of exhaustion of inspiration and rigid thinking in the later stages. It's hard to put on a good song in a few years. The helplessness of Jiang Lang's talent is a hurdle that no one in the industry can avoid.

Lang Qian also thought of many ways to go out for a trip, relax, see the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland, look for inspiration everywhere, or rent a courtyard in a luxurious resort with beautiful mountains and rivers, settle down in the quiet and beautiful scenery of the Taoyuan, think about the writing style, and look forward to the moment when the inspiration bursts out.

At some point, he even believed in the ideas of his bad friends and became fascinated by high-end private clubs that men liked, and had in-depth exchanges and contacts with those young ladies with attractive appearance and charming figures, and was looking forward to putting in a few high-level songs. After all, many talented literati in history like to be unrestrained and like to stay overnight in the flowers and willows and alleys. Some classic lyrics were born in such an environment.

However, this method did not produce the results he expected, so that the company's senior executives now have no expectations for him, the former big name.

A few days ago, the boss told him bluntly that a first-line star in the company plans to release an album recently and ask him to take out a high-end song as soon as possible, whether it is writing it himself or asking someone to write it on behalf of others, buy it, steal it, cheat it, and rob it! If you can't complete the task, just wait and sit on the bench!

Lang Qian, who was almost driven crazy, could only start work reluctantly, but even he felt the lyrics he wrote were terrible, let alone taking them out for the job.

"God, Tathagata Buddha, Jade Emperor Guanyin... No matter which big guy you hear, please give me a new song!"

Lang Qian muttered, looking at the live broadcast rooms one by one, the young hostesses inside were all dressed up, posing in front of the camera, and laughing and asking for gifts. Of course, he was familiar with such a scene, and even had in-depth communication with several of the popular anchors.

The picture flashed, and his clear and pure voice instantly attracted his attention. A beautiful girl in a sapphire blue student uniform was singing in front of the camera.

"What's this?"

Lang Qian was shocked and quickly sat upright. As a senior music producer, he was sure that he had never heard of this song, but the lyrics were of much more... and he was more than enough to deal with the fat, big-headed, hateful old man, and even that star would not have any objection.

"So this song is called 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival'? And it was really written by her herself? Very good, very good!"

The excited Lang Qian immediately gave a wave of gifts, which successfully attracted the attention of the beautiful girl in the picture, and a gentle and elegant voice of thanks sounded.

"Anchor Girl, I am a music producer at Hanhai Entertainment. Can I add my contact information? I want to talk to you about the copyright transfer of this song, and the conditions are easy to negotiate."

He typed quickly, with his mobile phone number and WeChat attached to it.

Xiao Yulan smiled in surprise. It seemed that the housekeeper was right. Someone came to him so soon. Thinking about it, there are a large group of water friends on the live broadcast platform, mixed with people from all walks of life, so it is normal for a few music producers to emerge.

After a little weighing, she still wrote down the other party’s contact information. A good song, as long as there is no problem with the operation, the benefits generated are very considerable, and she can be eaten for many years. Of course, she must sell all copyrights at one time.

Xiao Yulan felt that if the price offered by the other party was fair and reasonable, it would be impossible to sell the song, so that his first task could be completed faster.

"Okay, today's live broadcast ends here. I'm going to rest. See you tomorrow, dear!"

After chatting with the water friends for a while, Xiao Yulan said with a smile.

"No, we refuse!"

"It's over just this little time? Let's spend some time with us?"

"Anchor girl, as a newcomer, you should be more diligent and not too salty, so that you can accumulate more popularity!"

"Is there any song? Let's sing us one more song? I'll give you a gift."

Faced with the words of the water friends to keep him, Xiao Yulan said a little apologetically: "I'm really sorry, he is a student, and he has to get up early to attend class tomorrow, so he has to rest as soon as possible."

"No, right? Really a student?"

"Well, it depends on the age of not very old, it should be true."

"Which school is from? Please address and facebook, can I invite you to dinner?"

Xiao Yulan smiled and politely refused. Of course, this kind of private information cannot be said. Otherwise, a group of people with excessive hormone secretion blocked the school gate to express their love and ask for dates. She would not be annoyed to death? The school would also have opinions about herself.

Finally, he waved to the camera and closed the live broadcast. Xiao Yulan finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted her towering chest, thinking that it was finally finished.

My first live broadcast was very successful. Because I appeared without makeup and sang a new song, I shocked my friends. Therefore, the gifts I received were equivalent to as many as tens of thousands of Chinese coins. Excluding the company's commission, I could get more than 6,000 yuan.

In the future, as her fame spreads, her popularity will increase. Not to mention completing tasks, it will be easy to get rich.
Chapter completed!