C171 The Problem That Followed(1)

Who discriminated against me, I had to argue.

"The first voice is too cautious, the starting line is too casual. There was no such thing as a gentle voice. Would anyone buy an album that was perfectly accurate just like that? The opening song is so ordinary, do you want others to spend money and patience to wait for you to explode later?! "

To be honest, Lyi Yan did not expect Yan Zhengyuan to say so much. She thought that he had suddenly changed his mind and came to cause trouble again. But now it seemed that it was not the case. Although she could not fully agree with what he said, however, she could tell that he did not deliberately say these things. It was as if he was really unhappy. He didn't like the fact that her beginning was too flat.

"Yan Xuan said that when you sing, you have to put your heart and soul into the music. Merging my voice and music into one, I didn't think about being dull and gorgeous. The first part of the music was originally so faint, but after that, it was full of ups and downs. It is not the tension and level of music... "Lyi Yan pursed her lips and slightly corrected her temper and attitude. She began to argue with Yan Zhengyuan calmly.

"Yan Xuan said? Hmph, it's a pity that I'm the one who recorded the song for you! Since I'm the concert producer now, you have to listen to me! He used the warm singing technique at the start to brighten people's eyes before continuing to listen. As for the later parts, even if Zhang Li and his level were slightly weaker, it didn't matter. The stunning performance at the beginning could completely make up for the flaws that outsiders couldn't detect. I don't care what Yan Xuan says. You have to sing according to what I say!" Yan Zhengyuan said. He was the one who blocked all of Lyi Yan's words. Recording songs had the rules of recording songs. She had to listen to the producer's words, otherwise, she might as well reject Caesars from the beginning.

It's hard on you, and we can't help much. Tomorrow, we have to record songs. Are you really okay with that?

Qi Mingyu's words rang in her ears. Through the glass window, she saw Fatty and William standing up from the sofa. All the developments were different from what she had imagined, but she couldn't just lower her head and admit defeat. She stopped moving forward. The microphone was used to sing, not to argue. Since he agreed to Caesars in the beginning, then all the grievances and depression he encountered... She had to grit her teeth and bear with it. This was the resolution she should have.

"... " Alright, I'll try what you said." Lyi Yan took a deep breath and tightly gripped Totoro on her neck. Facing this kind of adversity, she could slowly learn to swallow her anger.

Sorry, when he wakes up, please help me say three sentences to him. The first is that I will sing well and sing until Yan Zhengyuan is stunned...

There are some words that cannot be said.

Yan Zhengyuan narrowed his eyes. He did not expect Lyi Yan to compromise so easily. But since she had compromised, he had nothing else to say. He slowly pressed the button with his finger. The music in his earpiece started playing again. The computer displayed the audio wires and the seconds. After doing it for so many years, he thought that he was not harsh on Lyi Yan.

The music came. It was time to sing. Should he use a warm accent at the beginning? But how should he use it?

"That's not right! Let's do it again!"

Stunning? What should he do? Why would he make such a stunning sound in such a soothing and peaceful rhythm?

"Again! Again!"

How should he sing? Why should he sing like Yan Zhengyuan said? His mind was always thinking of techniques. How could he merge them into music?

"Do you know how to sing or not?!"

He had originally knew how to sing, but now he completely didn't know how to do it.

The first two or three sentences of the song were recorded for the whole morning. They didn't manage to record it. Lyi Yan sat back in her wheelchair to rest. She was so depressed that she wanted to die. She thought that if she continued recording like this, there would definitely be one person between Yan Zhengyuan and herself who would go crazy.

"Yan, are you alright?" Fatty poured a cup of hot water and pushed the door open. He looked at her worriedly. This morning was really troublesome. "Well, I have said some things. Don't be unhappy. Although I don't know anything about singing, I don't think Yan Zhengyuan is deliberately making things difficult for you. Look at him. I have a strange feeling that he really wants to record the song properly..."

"Cough cough..." Lyi Yan listened to Fatty's opinion as she drank water to analyze what Yan Zhengyuan wanted to do. In the end, she accidentally choked on the water and coughed until her face turned red. A thought suddenly flashed through her chaotic mind. It worked!

So, it was like this!

Other than being sensationalist, Yan Zhengyuan also had his own understanding and persistence towards music. It seemed like there was no mistake that he couldn't help but want to do this when he came into contact with music. That was why he had said earlier that he wanted to make things difficult for her, and later that he would let her go. When it came to recording songs, he had completely displayed a state of "failing to meet his expectations," causing her to instantly think of him as Yan Xuan. It was also easier to understand.

To be honest, this persistence was actually not bad. It was similar to Yan Xuan's. Looking back, he was once the student Yan Xuan's grandfather thought the most highly of. For decades, he had an unshakable position and domain in the entertainment industry, and there were definitely more than ten or twenty celebrities who had personally made him famous.

The previous stunning results could completely make up for the flaws that outsiders could not detect.

However, his understanding of music was more inclined to cater to the market's opportunistic tricks. Yan Xuan and Yan Xuan's grandfather, on the other hand, paid more attention to the music itself and pursued purity. Yan Zhengyuan, who could confidently say these words, and Yan Xuan and Yan Xuan's grandfather, who did not want any flaws in the music, because of their stubbornness, they could not coexist peacefully. It made sense.

Objectively speaking, Yan Zhengyuan valued sales and profit more than anything else. Instead of saying that he was a musician, it would be more accurate to say that he was a businessman who only cared about profits. He only wanted results and rewards. For this, he could do whatever he wanted, and even throw away his moral bottom line. Such a person, if their paths were different, they would not work together. You just let him run his own course. However, he just had to be the proud disciple of his grandfather, Yan Xuan's father.

Yan Zhengyuan felt that he was making music, and that he was doing very well.

However, Yan Xuan's grandfather felt that he was simply destroying the music, destroying the purity and purity of the music, and naturally passed this judgment on to little Yan Xuan.

These three men were all people who would die if they did not kowtow. On the one hand, they felt that they were the people they cared about the most or were closest to. On the other hand, they felt that the other party could not understand the person they accepted, so they did not fight to the death. They did not know how to live these days at all.

Then, who was wrong with the three generations of grandfather and grandson? Or was it that no one was in the wrong, and they were just arguing about their own views?

... "Could it be that Yan Zhengyuan wasn't in the wrong?"

"Eh? What? Yan, what are you mumbling about?"