My system chooses to create an entertainment empire by itself

Chapter 155
third?
In this situation where Cantonese is not as popular as in previous lives, it is already very good to take the third place among these songs.

He didn't read the comments, but directly closed the music software.

This song is actually one of his favorite pop songs. Everyone pursues a sense of identity, and he doesn't want to see bad reviews.

Even though he knows that there are good reviews, there are definitely bad reviews.

After this matter was resolved, he started to help the former students when he had nothing to do. As a mentor, he still fulfilled his duty outside the program, which was no longer his duty.

At other times, he gave his own orchestra a score, and discussed with his teacher Cai Guochuan that after Xia Yin's concert, he would practice alone at other times.

Until the singing group came to the company.

On this day, Yan Zhi hurried from home to the company, and his room was already filled with more than forty people.

Some of them are here to invite songs, some are assistants of those people, and some are managers of those people.

"Teacher Yan Zhi, your manager promised my manager to give me a song last time, do you see?"

A handsome man said respectfully.

Yan Zhi knows this person, and it is said that there are a lot of gossips, and he usually has a lot of fans in the circle because of his high traffic. It sounds like a film and television amphibious, but it sounds like a two-way barrier, a pure idol.

He didn't reply at first, but asked the system: "How did you get him here?"

"His family gave the most money."

"Okay." Yan Zhi turned to the streamer: "Let's make a sound, let me see which one is suitable for you?"

"Ah~" The man had just yelled a few words, but Yan Zhi stopped him and said, "Okay, it's ok."

"Then Mr. Yan Zhi, is there anyone suitable?"

Don't worry about the traffic, he will use it if it is suitable, and Yan Zhi will write it if it is not. This is the result of the conversation between the two of them.

"Well, yes, I'll send it to you."

Yan Zhi operated the computer a few times and then made a gesture of please. The voice of this person was not bad, and the system gave him a popular song with a small amount of traffic.

"Really?" The man turned on the phone and listened for a while, then thanked him excitedly, and was invited out by Yan Zhi excitedly.

After that person was sent away, the room suddenly lost six people and became empty.

Ganqing brought six of them in, Yan Zhi was speechless for a while.

He looked at the other person again and let him speak.

To be honest, if the system hadn't invited all these people to the company, he didn't plan to touch them.

But the system wants him to be released. Otherwise, what would it be like for a manager to publish songs everywhere?
The identity of this one is different, it is a first-line singer.

But even first-line singers are more respectful to Yan Zhi, there is no way, Yan Zhi's status is too special.

Not only is he a singer, but he is also an artist while playing classical music. If you say he is a singer, the key is that he is also a music artist.

In the hearts of the people, the title of an artist is better than that of a singer.

Moreover, this man is not only an artist, but also a writer. Three short stories plus "The Little Prince" established his literary status.

In the hearts of the people, the title of a writer is still better than the title of a singer.

The status of the suffix calling home is special.

Yan Zhi pretended to have a large music library, listened to the voice of this first-line singer, and then operated a few times on the computer at random, and the flow was the same as before.

In fact, the system has already prepared which songs are which people, but it is a pity that he is required to pretend that the music library is very large.

He can only put on a show and put on a show.

Throwing out a few more hot songs casually, he came to him one by one like a diagnostic patient, scratched a few strokes on the list, and then clicked a few times on the computer to replace the next one.

Every time the people who get the song will happily thank Yan Zhi, as if their incurable disease has been cured.

Yan Zhi finished delivering about fourteen songs with a smile, and was so tired that he lay down on the table.

Those songs are really cheap for those people.

The system said that when he released the song, he strongly opposed it. No one in his own company could sing. Don't you understand the reason why the fat water doesn't flow to outsiders?
But the system seems to want to speed up the layout and insist on letting these influential people sing these songs.

"The host has to go to the southern country in ten months." The system reminded.

"One Hundred Years of Solitude" is all about the history of the Southern Kingdom. It doesn't look good if you don't go there for a few laps.

"I'm so tired." Yan Zhi was very reluctant to go there, because the system wanted him to spend some time in the Nanguo Library.

That place is on the midline, and it is very likely to be very, very easy to turn black.

The skin I had last time hasn't taken care of it yet, maybe after a while, I'll be black.

"The host is going to the library, where it won't affect the skin."

"You still want to lie to me? I've already checked. The library in the southern country doesn't block the sun at all. Their buildings are all glass."

"It seems that the host still wants to go, and has already made plans."

"Get out, I'd better prepare for the concert first."

He said something, and opened the door of the office.

Now the entire building has been rented by his company, and he has specially reserved a floor for the orchestra, so that Yang Shaohong discouraged him because of extravagance.

But he didn't care about that either.

He took the stairs to one of the floors, where Cheng Ling and the others were still rehearsing.

Cheng Ling is also a senior, with few courses, and has been stationed here for a long time. The others are sophomores and juniors, and occasionally a few freshmen, but they are on summer vacation now.

With the consent of the family, they all came.

Don't be afraid when school starts, they can train in school.

"Have you learned it?"

As soon as Yan Zhi entered the door and saw everyone resting, he asked.

"Still getting used to it." Cheng Ling, as the principal violinist, is also the current leader of the orchestra.

Yan Zhi nodded slightly, he was not surprised, this time he gave a symphony, which lasted 33 minutes, which was not comparable to the difficulty of playing "On the Moon" for a few minutes before.

Symphonies and symphonies are still something else.

Among them, the tacit understanding of the team is very considered.

"But we will definitely work hard." Cheng Ling said with the others full of fighting spirit.

"Well, good." Yan Zhi smiled slightly, and the symphony given by the system this time was "Mozart Symphony No. 40".

In fact, many people will feel familiar when they hear it, because the chorus of the hit song "I Don't Want to Grow Up" uses the melody of this symphony.

It is one of Mozart's three greatest symphonies, three of which took him six weeks to complete.

The one given by the system is the one with the richest emotion and the most rigorous structure among the three.

This song also has great significance for the development of music.

To be honest, he didn't expect that the first symphony given to him by the system was this one.

It is foreseeable that in the near future, his name will thoroughly resound throughout the classical circle.

(End of this chapter)