Chu Chu fell into silence. Zhang Jianian felt that his suggestion was indeed outrageous. He was trying to explain but heard her say, It is possible.

Chu Chu stroked her chin as she thought that his proposal was quite constructive, Then we should adapt the original song.

She was taking the domineering and cool route and shouldnt sing ancient style lyrical songs. It was really detrimental to her personality.

The music producer reminded her, President Chu, this is an ancient drama

His heart was broken. What kind of God did he need to find to adapt a slow ancient style song into a rap? He never expected that the method proposed by Mr. Zhang casually would be taken seriously by President Chu!

Its an ancient draman, Chu Chu nodded. She didnt realize the music producers difficulty and asked, Whats wrong?

The music producer just wanted to tell her that this was really whimsical and the degree of difficulty was too high, but when he ran into Mr. Zhangs cold eyes, he swallowed it back and said, Well because its an ancient drama, it needs more modern elements. The adaptation into rap is a very good idea! Very unique!

Music producer: Life is not easy, do cherish it. The boss is always right. The boss is always right!

Chu Chu showed a satisfied look and looked at the music producer, Then find someone who understands music to adapt, can you do it?

I cant, the music producer refused and added, Im just a little bit shallow at it. So I still have to find someone. This will take some time. Why dont you wait and come next time?

To guarantee his reputation, the music producer would never touch this venomous cake. He decided to start procrastinating and let President Chu be fooled.

Zhang Jianian raised his eyebrows and seemed to disagree. He insisted on not letting the boss stay overnight and said warmly, There should be someone specializing in rap arrangement in the company. You can let them try it. The level doesnt need to be too high, right?

Chu Chu nodded, Yes, its just for recording. They dont need to be too professional.

The music producer thought about what hatred or grievance Mr. Zhang had with him. Why did he want to make music in the company the same day?

He lit incense for his colleagues and wondered which hapless guy would be sent over. Helping the boss to adapt the music sounds like a blast, but he would be walking on thin ice beside the princess, not to mention that she herself was tone-deaf, which was as miserable as encountering an incompetent Party A.

In the practice room, the trainees completed the daily courses, walked out in groups of twos and threes for lunch together. The trainees of Chenxing Film and Television had begun to take shape and at the same time they had a formal training process. The team looked mighty.

The staff saw Qi Lan, who was tall and thin in the crowd and hurriedly waved to him, Qi Lan, come here.

Qi Lan was a little at a loss and pointed to himself, Sister, did you call me?

Yes, I have something to tell you!

Qi Lan said goodbye to his companions and trotted over confusedly. He was very fond of composing music. He had a talent for music and was very familiar with the people who arranged and recorded music in the company. He often borrowed a recording studio.

The sister looked a little anxious. She watched him come and asked, Do you have classes in the afternoon?

No! Qi Lan said.

Okay, okay, bring your equipment and follow me to the studio. Her tone was violent, Help us adapt a song and the studio can be used by you as you like in the future!

Qi Lan obediently brought his laptop and other equipment and obediently followed her to the recording studio. He thought he was helping the company to compose or adapt music, but as he entered the room, he saw two big Buddhas sitting in the room. President Chu was looking at the staff and Mr. Zhang, sitting next to her, was giving some directions.

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Qi Lan had an ominous premonition. He turned around and wanted to exit the room, but realized that the heavy door of the recording studio had been closed. There was a panic of lamb entering the tigers mouth. The walls of the recording studio were made of special materials and Qi Lan had a subtle illusion that the recording studio looked darker and more closed than usual.

The reason why he recognized the two bosses at a glance was simple. He was there when Chen Yifan owed President Chu a huge sum of millions of yuan; he was also there when Mr. Zhang directly persuaded a trainee to leave. (The elevator guy. I dont remember his name)

Between the trainees, everyone circulated a Chenxing Werewolf Kill joke. If Chenxing Film and Television was a game of werewolf killing, President Chu would be a witch. She blindly killed and then saved people in a heartbeat; Mr. Zhang was a hunter and he definitely took one person out whenever he left.

He looks so young.

Chu Chu watched Qi Lan enter the room and hesitated for a while. Why did this guy look like a high school student?

The staff introduced, President Chu, although Qi Lan is a trainee, he is very good. He has just been admitted to Berkeley.

Chu Chu nodded. She didnt care about the identity of the arranger, anyway, she was making a TV drama easter egg and it didnt require much finesse. The music producer first played the original song Liu Xian to Qi Lan who gradually relaxed when he heard the music. He stepped on the beat with his right foot and said after listening to the original song, It sounds good.

Chu Chu asked, Can you adapt it into rap?

Qi Lan recalled the gentle ancient music and said with a dazed face, Adapt it into what?

Chu Chu: Rap, rap.

Qi Lan asked, Who is going to rap?

Chu Chu replied to him, Me.

Qi Lan immediately spurred his spirits. He lifted his spirits and displayed a correct professional attitude, Can I listen to your voice first?

Chu Chu had no expression on her face, I advise you not to.

Qi Lan hesitated, But I need to understand your voice so I can turn it into rap.

Chu Chu pursed her lips and said lightly, If you cant make the adaptation after listening to it, youre done.

Chu Chu said in her heart that she could never let everyone who heard her singing that day leave that door easily.

!!! Qi Lan was shocked when facing the threat.

After a while, Qi Lan listened to President Chus recording of Liu Xian, and became ashamed. He regretted the proposal he owed. The Berkeley student felt that his future was bleak and he was unlikely to escape.

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Qi Lan: President Chus singing has a death vibe.

Zhang Jianian suggested, You can try to use some technical means to modify it better.

Qi Lan: The only modification method that can make it work is probably to change the singer and re-record.

He faced President Chus expectations and was in a dilemma. It was not a test of his music level at all, but a human torture.

At that moment, Qi Lans spirit came to light. With a strong desire to survive, he said in a loud voice, President Chu, in fact, its bad now because of the lack of hooks. If you want to adapt it into a rap style, it is best for someone to sing hooks for you!

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