Lin Chen raised his head and looked at Sister Hong: "Isn't this very simple?"
"If you look at this song, although it is considered a sweet song, the overall melody is a bit not brisk enough, and the lyrics are okay. But after reading the whole song, I can only say that it is average, far from being an excellent sweet song."
Seeing Lin Chen's serious analysis, Sister Hong was also stunned for a moment.
Sister Hong had a strange look on her face, then she smiled and said, "Your analysis is very good, but this is Master Cai's work."
"What's wrong with Master Cai's works? Why don't we let people talk about them if they are not good?"
Listening to Lin Chen's innocent childlike words, Sister Hong was silenced again.
Song Qingwei patted Lin Chen and said, "Okay, don't talk nonsense."
The audience in the live broadcast room were all sighing with emotion.
"It's better to be a child, innocent, unscrupulous, and say whatever you want."
"Haha, this manager doesn't even know how to answer the call. If he dares to make random comments about Master Cai, he's looking for death."
"I guess Lin Chen doesn't understand it very well. After all, he is only eight years old, and how can he understand such things as music and lyrics."
"Although I am a young adult, I certainly don't understand things that I shouldn't understand."
The audience in the live broadcast room was talking a lot.
Song Qingwei looked at the lyrics and music and said, "I think it's pretty good. If this is the main song, it should be popular."
Sister Hong nodded, but at this moment, someone came in from outside the door, and another agent came in.
"Tao Hong, are you okay?"
Sister Hong was stunned. She was finalizing something with Song Qingwei. Why did she come in?
Tao Hong smiled: "Sister Hong, I'm sorry to disturb you. I just want to ask if the song that the company paid Master Cai to write was meant for Miss Song to sing?"
Sister Hong nodded: "Yes, I want to sing for her."
Tao Hong said: "Well, the company had better arrangements just now, and I feel that this song is no longer suitable for Miss Song."
"What's the meaning?"
Sister Hong was stunned.
"The company has decided that Zhang Qian will sing this song."
The audience in the live broadcast room was also stunned. They never expected that they could eat this kind of melon while watching the live broadcast.
But it's normal to think about it. We are all from the same company and there are only so many resources in total. It is easy for everyone to focus on the same song and have to grab resources.
Tao Hong explained: "Sister Hong, you also know that Zhang Qian has just graduated from college, is young and beautiful, and has a lot of fans. She also follows the sweet song route, and the audience loves her. And if Miss Song leaves the entertainment industry, there will be a few Years are equivalent to losing her popularity and starting over. Now she has a family and a career, and she is older. It may not be appropriate to sing such a sweet song again, but it will be a waste of Master Cai's song."
Song Qingwei's face felt a little unnatural, and Sister Hong frowned and said, "Didn't we agree before, why did the company change its mind again?"
"I don't know about this. It's the result of the company's discussion. I'm just here to convey it. It's not that Zhang Qian is the artist I lead and I'm just going to steal your resources halfway. Sister Hong, you know I'm not like that."
"I'm going to find an explanation from the company."
Sister Hong was a little angry and wanted to get up and leave.
The audience in the live broadcast room was also filled with emotions.
"Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes."
"It turns out that brokerage companies are also like this. It seems that it is really difficult to get ahead in all walks of life."
"This is normal. I think the company's thinking is correct. After all, Song Qingwei is in her thirties and has never shown her face. The entertainment industry changes very quickly. Let alone half a year, it only takes three months for your name not to appear in the entertainment headlines. , you will be forgotten by the audience."
At this moment, a clear voice sounded: "Sister Hong, you don't have to go. Give Master Cai this song, just give it to her."
Um?
Tao Hong was stunned, Sister Hong was stunned, and Song Qingwei looked at the serious-looking young lady, Lin Chen.
"Lin Chen, what are you talking about?"
"Mom, I'm not talking nonsense. In fact, this song by Master Cai is not good at all. It may be popular for a short time, but it will definitely not explode. And I just checked Master Cai on my mobile phone. He is an old man. Man, he knows a hammer's sweet song."
puff!
The audience in the live broadcast room squirted out a mouthful of water.
"Hahaha, you made me laugh so hard, Tongyanwuji."
"Hahaha, I don't know what Master Cai will think when he hears these words."
"I'm really laughing to death. Master Cai doesn't understand sweet songs. Do you, little Shota, understand?"
"Hahaha, so cute."
The barrage in the live broadcast room was detonated immediately, and the director immediately cut the scene to the main live broadcast room.
The live broadcast of this program looks like this. There is a main live broadcast room and sub-live broadcast rooms.
Song Qingwei was a little frightened: "Son, don't talk nonsense."
"Mom, I'll just write it for you. Whatever sweet song you want, whether it's half sweet or pure sweet, I can do it."
Several people looked at Lin Chen with big eyes and small eyes.
Sister Hong was surprised and uncertain: "Little Shota, how old are you?"
"Eight years old."
"Eight years old...you can write songs?"
Lin Chen looked at Sister Hong with a look of disdain on his face: "Auntie, isn't it okay if you have hands?"
The corner of Sister Hong's mouth twitched, she was so shocked by Lin Chen's words!
Just have hands?
Are you kidding me?
In the entertainment industry, how many songs are popular at the end of the year?
How many songs are popular?
Moreover, most songs have a time limit. After time has passed, their vitality will be gone. How can it be so easy to write good songs?
The audience in the live broadcast room fell in love with Lin Chen even more.
"Wow, this young lady Lin Chen has such a cute tone."
"As long as you have hands? If Xiao Zhengtai's words were heard by other people in the entertainment industry, they would probably die laughing."
"It's just that writing songs is not easy. It's just like when I was writing a paper. I racked my brains and changed the draft several times to write what I thought was the best paper. As a result, my supervisor said, your paper will be very useful to me in academics. There is no threat to the world that it will bring my reputation into disrepute in the education world."
Sister Hong was stunned for a moment. She squatted down and was level with Lin Chen: "Lin Chen, are you really good at writing songs?"
"Can't you just give it a try? Is it difficult?"
"Then, try?"
These words were said while looking at Song Qingwei.
Song Qingwei hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
The two went directly to the computer where the music was produced. Sister Hong also asked: "Qingwei, can your child write songs?"
"I don't know, he never wrote when he was at home before."
Sister Hong also felt it was a bit ridiculous, asking an eight-year-old child to write a song?
If it weren't for Lin Chen's vow, she wouldn't have let him try.
The audience in the live broadcast room was also discussing: "Isn't Lin Chen really good at writing songs?"
"Actually, I think it's quite outrageous that an eight-year-old child can write songs, but when I think about Lin Chen killing chickens for cooking at Song Qingwei's house just now, I think it might be possible."