NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 55 Recording and Submission
"Weige, how are you? Did you find something wrong?"
Xiao Han looked up and saw the frowning brows of Li Wei and others.
After listening to it several times, they also felt that something was wrong. There was nothing wrong with the singing, but there was probably a flaw in the emotional handling.
"We felt that there was a lack of energy, and the energy of this song was not expressed."
Xiao Han nodded. He was worthy of being a singer recognized by his mentor Liu Yuan, and he had real ability.
"This song, called "Stubborn", was originally created based on your story. After listening to your experiences, I was moved by your persistence in music and your persistence in music. You must stick to your heart and be yourself. You must sing The energy from back then has been suppressed for so many years, how could it not explode?"
Seeing that they had discovered the problem, Xiao Han expressed his opinion.
The four of them, Li Wei, nodded slightly, their eyes reddened as they recalled the scenes when they were given up by the cold storage.
Recently, after singing "Serving the Country with Faithfulness", he began to gain a little fame. His original manager approached them again and offered generous terms in the hope of signing them back.
Of course they refused.
this is the truth.
Aren't they just so stubborn and persevered all these years? Stick to music and stick to dreams.
How could we go back?
All they need to do now is sing about themselves.
After finding the reason, the four of them got into the recording studio again and began to constantly search for feelings.
Xiao Han watched outside for a while, saw them slowly getting into the mood, said hello and returned to the office.
He had just received a message from Han Li, saying that the rules and requirements for the rematch had been announced on the official website, and now he was going to check out the specific details.
Opening the Tomato Literature website skillfully, Xiao Han found the competition page.
Sure enough, it was updated, and the content of the previous competition was removed and replaced with new competition notifications.
Xiao Han read it carefully.
‘This short story essay contest is open to the entire Internet, with no restrictions on subject matter or style.
After the authors submit their works, qualified works will be screened by the organizing committee and will be put on the online voting platform.
The organizing committee will severely crack down on private canvassing and ticket fraud. Once such behavior is discovered, the qualification will be directly disqualified.
The deadline for submission is 10:8 sharp on the evening of October 20th. ’
Xiao Han touched his chin. Except for the restrictions on canvassing, there was no other difference.
Just after reading it, Han Li's phone number came in.
"Brother Xiao, have you seen the information? Submissions have already started, how are you doing here? I heard that the Kyoto Academy of Literature has gathered all the good people to create behind closed doors. If it doesn't work, just find a reason to give up, but We can’t take advantage of them.”
Han Li persuaded him earnestly.
This time the Kyoto Academy of Literature is going to get serious, and there are several authors there that he feels are in trouble.
If you are not careful, you may be suspected of overturning.
Xiao Han could feel Han Li's concern between the lines, and this guy could handle it.
"Brother Han, thank you for your concern. I have to participate this time no matter what, not just for myself but also for the sake of the studio's reputation. Don't worry, the troops will come to cover up the water and the soil. I will take whatever they have to offer."
Xiao Han's tone was firm, the studio was newly established, it was time to become famous, and he had to seize all opportunities.
"Okay, as long as you're ready, I'll have a try with them too. No more talking, I'm going to retreat to create."
With that said, Han Li hung up the phone directly.
Xiao Han shook his head. In the short time he came here, he unexpectedly made a few true friends.
This matter should be done sooner rather than later. There are still many things to be busy with later. Since the call for papers has started, let’s submit it.
It also avoids distractions later.
After finding "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", Xiao Han began to sift through the articles.
This time he planned to be ruthless and use a direct plan to kill the family.
In addition to the already confirmed "Rakshasa Sea City", he plans to select 9 more articles, making a total of 10 articles, ready to let those people eat dirt.
After much consideration, Xiao Han finally decided to submit his work.
Nine more articles were selected, including "Lu Pian", "Xiao Cui", "A Bao", "Xiao Xie and Qiurong".
This time Xiao Han doesn’t plan to publish all the vernacular versions. Reading Liaozhai is still interesting in the original version in classical Chinese. Five articles in classical Chinese and five in vernacular are all uploaded.
He has already been recruited. It depends on what you do this time.
As for the essay competition organizing committee, since it is just the beginning and no one has submitted an essay yet, everyone is relatively free.
Suddenly, message prompts sounded one after another, attracting their attention.
Who is this person who is so proactive and just throws in without any further polishing?
Or do you mean to send the saved manuscript directly?
No matter what, they have to read the work once it is sent to them.
Li Tong opened the mailbox for soliciting papers, and several others followed him.
Oops, there are ten articles in one go.
As they looked at it, the eyes of several people began to look wrong. If I read it correctly, they all seemed to have the same author.
They looked at each other, was this a prank? Or accidentally sent the wrong one?
"Open it first and take a look. If you have any questions, ask later."
Mr. Wang next to him looked at the author's name thoughtfully. If it was really him, it would be interesting.
The first thing to open was "Rakshasa Haishi", and they gathered around and began to read it.
After reading just a few paragraphs, everyone's expressions changed.
This article, if nothing else, is the surprise.
The description of the story is strange, touching and fascinating. At the same time, his words are sharp and full of criticism.
Especially the 16 words at the end, 'Flattery, the world is like a ghost, and the addiction to scabs is the same in the world.'
How ironic.
Thinking of the reason for this rematch, when the article was published, the people in the literary club were a little bit upset.
"This? How to deal with this?"
Li Tong felt a little numb when he read the article "Rakshasa Sea Market" and turned around to look at Mr. Wang for help.
"The article is good, the story is strong, and the thoughts are deeply written. I should recommend it."
Li Tong nodded and put the article into the recommended list.
With this article as a foundation, several people became more curious about the remaining articles.
They all urged Li Tong to open and read.
As the remaining articles opened, a world of strange things, gods, foxes and ghosts slowly unfolded in front of them.
After reading the last article, several people let out a long sigh.
It was really enjoyable, and I felt like I still had more to say.
After reading several articles with similar styles, several people had some enlightenment.
These articles should have been taken separately from an anthology. Xiao Han must have similar stories in his hands.
Now they didn't think it was too much, and they wished they could catch Xiao Han now and ask him to hand over the remaining manuscripts.
"Mr. Wang, do you read these articles?"
Li Tong was a little embarrassed. He had never encountered someone who submitted 10 articles in one submission.
"I recommend them all! There is nothing wrong with the articles, and they are all excellent."
Mr. Wang made the final decision directly.
Everyone nodded in agreement, which was a shame for the other authors.
When the final results are announced, there will probably be quite a stir.
"Send a copy of the article to Old Tang and others so that they can also appreciate it."
Mr. Wang gave one last instruction.
Thinking of Old Tang and the others' shocked looks after reading it, he stroked his beard and laughed.
All this has nothing to do with Xiao Han.
As soon as he finished uploading the document, he dove into the recording studio.