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¡°If you really like it, then remember to buy the record and listen to it. It¡¯s worth buying a few more as gifts.¡±
Han Jue seriously helped Zhang Yiman promote it, while indirectly boasting about himself.
¡°I also buy it on the online platform, and then buy it for all my friends and give it away.¡±
Friends can pay for listening to paid music online.
"And that record player of yours! Buy a vinyl record too. It would be a waste of that record player if you don't listen to vinyl."
¡°Heh, I¡¯m jealous, I¡¯m jealous.
"I was joking with you to be polite, why did you take it seriously?" Xia Yuan lowered his head and started writing in his notebook without looking at Han Jue.
Although she did plan to spend money to buy songs to listen to, she was a little unbearable when she heard Han Jue¡¯s sales pitch, which was more pressing than a gym flyer on the street.
After hearing Xia Yuan's counterattack, Han Jue said seriously: "There is an old saying that all jokes are actually a little serious."
"Where did you hear this old saying?" Xia Yuan thought for a while and asked.
"Penguin Space."
After hearing this, Xia Yuan slapped his pen on the paper and almost returned to his usual venomous state. But the recorder was not turned off, so she held back. His eyes looked away helplessly.
When I glanced around, I saw Zhang Yiman in the corner, lowering his head and rubbing his eyes.
Xia Yuan silently pointed at Zhang Yiman, and Han Jue also looked over.
"Why are you crying? Is this song so touching?" Han Jue said a little surprised after seeing it.
"Maybe I came across a good song and wanted to see if I was dreaming." Xia Yuan said.
Han Jue curled his lips and said, "I don't understand why you pinch your legs and rub your eyes when something good happens. What if you really wake up?"
Xia Yuan took a deep breath, pressed [Pause] on the recorder, looked at Zhang Yiman's back carefully, and said:
"Would you be a little happier if I said she was frightened into tears by your dark vindictiveness in your lyrics?"
Han Jue nodded silently.
He looked at Zhang Yiman¡¯s back and walked over without meddling.
¡°What if Silly Girl is really crying, and she obviously doesn¡¯t want to be seen crying, and Han Jue sees her, it will be very embarrassing.
And if Sha Niu wasn¡¯t crying at all, but he approached her with a kind face, Han Jue would be embarrassed, because Xia Yuan would definitely laugh at him severely.
Xia Yuan and Han Jue continued to conduct interviews on some music-related issues.
After a while, Zhang Yiman came back with the manuscript. His demeanor is normal and his eye circles are normal.
Zhang Yiman held the manuscript and sat sideways opposite Han Jue, looking at the recording studio that was being used, tapping her feet lightly on the ground, and said anxiously: "Oh, I really want to record this song quickly. "
"Why don't you show your company first?" Han Jue said helplessly.
Although he is confident about this song, whether this song fits Sha Niu¡¯s positioning depends on the team behind Sha Niu.
"Okay, it's our turn to continue working." Han Jue saw that the accompaniment of the second song had been recorded. The producer glanced at him.
Han Jue asked Zhang Yiman to put down the manuscript in his hand first, stop holding it, and don¡¯t get mixed up in his emotions when he sings later.
Hearing Han Jue's advice, Zhang Yiman was surprised: "Uncle, you have to position yourself right."
Han Jue was confused and still wondering where he was.
"I'm your music teacher." Zhang Yiman shook his head and said.
It was only then that Han Jue realized in surprise that he had indeed swelled. How dare you question Teacher Zhang's singing skills?
Zhang Yiman, as a talented and skilled player, will certainly not mix things up.
As if to let Han Jue know how ignorant he was, so by the evening, both songs had been completed smoothly.
Next, you can start recording Han Jue¡¯s own songs.
But Han Jue said that he might not be able to do it tonight and would have to come again tomorrow.
"Where are you going at night?" Xia Yuan asked.
"Going to a performance." Han Jue answered while packing his things.
"Are you so busy every day?" Xia Yuan asked casually.
"Of course not." When Han Jue heard this question, he stopped packing things on the spot and explained seriously: "It's quite sad to say that the interview you did with me today may make you feel??[Han Jue is very busy], [Han Jue rents a cheap house because he is stingy and pretends to be poor]. Actually it¡¯s not the case, and you may not believe it, but today is the day I feel most like an artist. On this point, you must write objectively. "
Han Jue locked his eyes tightly on the book Xia Yuan held in his hand.
"If you are really poor, I will really write like this. I will only write the truth." Xia Yuan finished speaking and planned to walk outside first.
Zhang Yiman finished communicating with the producer from the console, walked over to Han Jue, and said happily:
"Uncle, let me treat you to the cafeteria!"
Han Jue looked at Xia Yuan with a look like "Look, I'm really poor", and then said to Zhang Yiman: "No, I have a performance later, I have to rush there."
"Well, okay then." Zhang Yiman pouted and said goodbye to Han Jue and the others in frustration.
Han Jue and Xia Yuan walked out of Ai Du's building. It was already dark outside.
Han Jue walked to the street, searched for something on his phone, and asked Xia Yuan casually: "Do you know how to walk through [New York Street]?"
"I know. What, do you want to go there to eat or perform there?" Xia Yuan asked.
"Eating and performing." Han Jue lowered his head and said, "By the way, how much Western food do you eat?"
¡°I don¡¯t eat it often. Occasionally I order [Alexander Chicken] for takeout.¡±
"Alexander Chicken" is the Chinese name for a certain dish of Chinese-style Western food with improved taste. Just like the American Chinese food in the previous life - [General Tso's Chicken], [Li Hongzhang Chop Suey].
At the food street near his home, Han Jue walked into a Western restaurant and found that there was such a dish on the menu, such as [Caesar Cake] and [Napoleon Soup]. Han Jue was very curious. After ordering it, he realized that it was actually in line with Chinese cuisine. Improved taste of the dish.
¡°Then let¡¯s go have an authentic Western-style meal, I¡¯ll treat you. We¡¯re running out of time, so we¡¯ll take a taxi.¡±
Han Jue stopped the taxi and after riding for twenty minutes, the two of them arrived at [New York Street].
"So, this is what you call authentic Western food?"
Xia Yuan was standing in front of a small restaurant, frowning at the sign with a red background and yellow logo, feeling that he had been tricked by Han Jue.
The entire [New York Street] is filled with red and blue neon lights, and the communication around is very weird. Foreigners who speak Chinese and foreigners who speak English can communicate without any barriers. People with three skin colors, black, white and yellow, were walking on the street, but no one stopped in front of the store like her, making this deserted small store with an arched double door sign look out of place in the busy street. .
It¡¯s not like Xia Yuan has never been to [New York Street], but every time he comes, he always goes to eat authentic meals. Where has he ever paid attention to such a small restaurant?
"Don't be stunned, come on!" Han Jue held the glass door and waved to Xia Yuan.
Xia Yuan walked in slowly.
The space inside is not large, with only one passage leading directly to the counter. The warm yellow decoration and the fluorescent board menu hanging above the counter make the entire store feel warm.
However, there is still no business.
The clerks are two young guys, one black and one white. They are leaning against the counter and chatting at the moment.
When I saw a guest coming, I quickly cheered up.
"Welcome!" The two people shouted in unison, their voices obviously high and low, as if they were harmonizing with each other.
"Yo! We are doing an event here recently, and you can enjoy a 15% discount if you spend [Bara Bala]." The black guy introduced in a crackling manner, speaking fluent Chinese and speaking very rhythmically, like rapping.
Xia Yuan listened and looked at the menu board.
Han Jue looked at the menu and quickly ordered what he wanted to eat. As soon as he took it, he sat down on the side and was eager to eat.
Some time ago, he went online to check some familiar brands from his previous life. He didn¡¯t have high hopes at first, but he found out that there is such a M Ji in all the demons. When he saw the familiar sign, Han Jue wanted to eat it immediately. Due to various reasons, he finally tried it today.
Xia Yuan put the food on the table and looked at Han Jue across from him after taking a bite of the hamburger. His face was full of aftertaste and he said strangely: "I saw in your previous news, but one of them said that you were running for business and acting. When I was there, because the quality of the food was too low, I immediately turned my face and left on the spot."
Han Jue was so moved as he ate the hamburger full of "hometown flavor" that he almost cried.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, he took a sip of Coke and sighed happily. After a while, he said, "Maybe I only had eyes for myself at that time. I was too selfish."
Xia Yuan was not interested in these boring hamburgers, so he simply asked Han Jue: "How do you understand [yourself and self]?"
"This thing [self] is invisible. Only when it hits something else and bounces back can we understand [self]. Therefore, I have seen those scary things, difficult things, tempting options, and what happened to these things Collide, and then you know what [you] are, this is the self.¡±
"And every collision that doesn't kill me will only make me stronger." Han Jue grinned. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)nbsp; Xia Yuan was not interested in these boring hamburgers and simply asked Han Jue: "How do you understand [self and self]?"
"This thing [self] is invisible. Only when it hits something else and bounces back can we understand [self]. Therefore, I have seen those scary things, difficult things, tempting options, and what happened to these things Collide, and then you know what [you] are, this is the self.¡±
"And every collision that doesn't kill me will only make me stronger." Han Jue grinned. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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