Yang Jingxing even shook his head: "I'm not a musician."

Wang Yaru ate immediately.

Mr. Yang inquired: "Has Li Jiamei gained anything? Are the junior brothers and sisters coming?"

Wang Yaru couldn't help laughing: "I recruited three junior brothers and one junior sister, two designers and two managers. It happened to be the normal school I went to yesterday, otherwise"

Yang Jingxing couldn't analyze it and asked: "What?"

Wang Yaru was embarrassed again: "This morning, there were two computers at the Polytechnic University and Polytechnic University booth. Ruge's web page played next year's today in a loop. The effect was quite good."

Yang Jingxing hahaha: "If I had known, I would have delayed them for two days."

Wang Yaru frowned: "I just said it wasn't written well, but it's enough if the song is good."

"Good singing is one thing." Yang Jingxing said in a pretentious manner: "Timing is also more important. In other words, it is social sentiment. Our entertainment industry"

We actually chatted while eating. The reason why Wang Yaru wanted to go back to her alma mater to recruit students was to recruit more music professionals. In fact, most of the graduates of the Normal Conservatory of Music did not expect to engage in the corresponding majors, and Wang Yaru felt that she could still do it now.

I'm very happy. Besides, the company also needs a few more knowledgeable people.

Li Jiamei and the others joked about going to the boss's alma mater to recruit people, but Wang Yaru thought it was not necessary yet. Maybe that's why Mr. Pang didn't allow everyone to discuss Mr. Yang's multiple identities. After all, the main business at the moment was pop music.

Regarding his own level, Wang Yaru, who graduated with a bachelor's degree in music theory, feels that he can barely estimate the technical content of some popular songs or arrangements. At least he knows a little about the functional circle, and he can see that some songs with rigid chords can help music editors evaluate the creation.

The author may not be sincere, but Wang Yaru also told the truth. She said about Mr. Yang's piano sonata, such as in D major: "Looking at it makes my scalp numb. I can't chew it down at all. I can't even swallow it in one gulp. I choke to death!"

Yang Jingxing laughed: "Remind me, please keep it small."

"It's not that." Wang Yaru said: "My upper limit is the girls of Peking University. Appreciation, not creation. So I think it is unlikely to be the kind of amateur self-taught. The variations, counterpoints and transpositions are very neat. I guess the main sentence is answered.

Maybe a student has a relative who is a professor of alto, who has been studying music theory since he was a child and is very smart, but he has no ambition to do it and just treats it as a hobby or to challenge himself. But I think after writing this kind of music, it can be just a hobby.

, how indifferent is it? So it’s even more impossible for me to say that it’s a professional. How do you evaluate this piece of music?”

Yang Jingxing: "Peers don't judge."

Wang Yaru understood: "It's too simple for you, but it sounds really good. You have to admit that like us at that time, we knew we were not good at it, so we fantasized that maybe we could come up with a girl's prayer. It's simple.

It couldn’t be simpler and yet so famous, ugh!”

Yang Jingxing became interested: "Have you tried it? Let's talk."

Wang Yaru was so angry that she lowered her head and stopped talking. During the meal, the boss's two large boxes were almost finished and she had more than half of the small box left.

Yang Jingxing asked again: "Where do you think your college roommate who is hanging out with you works?"

The two of them chatted in the cubicle for almost half an hour, often laughing and joking. After breakfast, the boxes were packed. Yang Jingxing became anxious when he heard the text message on his phone: "I have to go, next time."

Let’s talk again next time.”

Wang Yaru seemed to have been delayed by something important. He quickly stood up and turned slightly to look outside.

Yang Jingxing is really good at doing superficial work, and even helps employees get their lunch boxes: "Put it in the bag."

"Myself" Wang Yaru frowned and asked anxiously: "Is there a misunderstanding?"

Yang Jingxing didn't know why.

Wang Yaru didn't have time to make insinuating remarks: "Could it be that it's because of yesterday's article that you've been chatting with me for so long?"

Yang Jingxing had a look of disdain on his face: "You've thought too much, let's go."'

Women are really troublesome, and so are the employees: "Then I'll tell them."
Chapter completed!