Unscientific Movie King

Chapter 33 Recording Songs
At ten o'clock in the morning, Qin Chuan arrived at Beijing Film Academy.

Later on, there were gossip reports saying that the gate of Beijing Film Academy was often filled with luxury cars picking up and dropping off beautiful students from the Department of Performance.

It’s all bullshit.

There is an alley right in front of the gate, but it's a little wider and parking is not allowed. If you park, there will be a traffic jam.

When they arrived at the school football field, Qin Chuan called Huang Bo.

Huang Bo was stunned when he saw Qin Chuan: "How did you get in?"

“I walked in.”

"Didn't the security guard stop you?"

"Why are you stopping me?"

"Fuck!" Huang Bo cursed.

Beijing Film Academy is not open to the public, and his student ID card would be checked every time he entered the campus.

Why doesn't Qin Chuan need to be checked? Just because he is young and he looks old?
"Brother, why are you still cursing?"

"It's okay. I'm not scolding you. Have you eaten? I'll take you to the cafeteria to eat something. There's no rush for the recording."

"Okay."

It was Qin Chuan’s first time visiting Beijing Film Academy, and he was a little curious about this university.

In later generations, Beijing Film Academy was known as half of the entertainment industry, and many well-known stars came from this cradle.

“This is for practicing lines.”

“This is for body training.”

"Those weird people who were crying and laughing at the tree were practicing acting."

"The one on the left is the teaching building of the acting department, and the one on the far east is the junior college department. Our dubbing department has classes there."

Walking on the campus, Huang Bo introduced the school to Qin Chuan.

When talking about the Performance Department's teaching building, his eyes were full of light and envy, but the light soon dimmed.

Because he is in the college department, and the dubbing department.

He had taken the undergraduate acting exam twice before, but the school did not accept him, so he applied to the dubbing department of a junior college instead.

Qin Chuan patted Huang Bo on the shoulder and said, "Brother, don't be discouraged. College students have college spirits and college students are the best."

Huang Bo's face was burning: "Just keep your voice down. If you pat your butt and leave, I still have two years to live."

When he heard this at Beijing Film Academy, he blushed.

Their junior college classes are for the best, so what about undergraduate classes?
If there is a choice, who would go to college?

Qin Chuan said nonchalantly: "It's not a shame to be born in a humble family. A true man is one who can bend and stretch. What's wrong with junior college? I didn't even go to junior college after graduating from high school."

Huang Bo was speechless: "You are still proud, right?"

"I'm not proud, I just want to tell you that life is a marathon, the starting point is not the end point. Being one or two steps faster at the beginning doesn't mean anything. Only those who can run to the end are heroes."

"The stars that come out of your junior college classes are no worse than those from the undergraduate classes. I know several of them."

"Who?"

Qin Chuan blurted out: "Zhang Songwen, Zhou Yiwei, aren't these all graduates from the Beijing Film Academy's junior college class?"

Many years later, Gao Qiqiang became very popular.

Zhou Yiwei is not bad either, add Qian Ge.

Both of them are talented actors.

Huang Bo sneered, "You are talking about Zhang Songwen, the teacher of the college acting class, right? The one who interviewed more than a hundred crews and was rejected more than a hundred times."

"Hey, you know him?"

"How could I not know? He talks about his glorious deeds in class every day. I heard that he even went to the Beijing Film Studio to be an extra a few days ago."

"And there's the dialogue teacher Zhou Yiwei, who goes to the crew to do odd jobs during the winter and summer vacations."

Zhang Songwen and Zhou Yiwei are seniors who graduated last year and are considered celebrities in the college department.

He often went to the acting department to learn from others and had heard many stories about these two people.

Qin Chuan uses them to motivate himself, and he really has to thank his ancestors for eight generations.

Qin Chuan was embarrassed. He knew what Zhang Songwen would achieve in the future, but Huang Bo didn't know it now.

"God will not let down those who work hard. Three thousand Vietnamese soldiers can defeat Wu. Brother, believe in yourself."

"Fuck, you're talking in a roundabout way now. I don't need your comfort. Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as you think. One day I'll make a name for myself as an actor."

……

The tuition at Beijing Film Academy is expensive, and one year of study is enough to attend three years of junior college.

It's expensive for a reason, at least the food in the cafeteria is decent, the dishes are delicious and the prices are cheap.

After dinner, Qin Chuan followed Huang Bo to the recording studio.

The two of them went out and took a taxi, and it took more than an hour to arrive.

"Hello, may I ask..."

"Looking for Lao Ma. I have an appointment with him." After entering the room, Huang Bo interrupted the receptionist before she finished speaking.

"Teacher Ma is helping someone record a song. Can you wait for a moment?"

"can."

"Sit here, I'll get you a glass of water."

Sitting on the reception sofa, Huang Bo crossed his legs and said to Qin Chuan: "In our time, there was a joke that asked how many singers there were in Peking?"

"The answer is five hundred!"

"Ask how many bands there are, and the answer is 500."

Qin Chuan asked: "Is this business so competitive?"

"roll?"

“It’s just that the competition is fierce.”

"The competition was very fierce." Huang Bo recalled: "When we were young, children played music, young people played music, middle-aged people, and the elderly also played music."

In the 1980s, Cui Jian's song "Nothing" opened up a new world of rock music in mainland China.

Tang Dynasty, Black Panther, and the Three Heroes of Mo Yan became the first warriors to charge.

The new generation pushes the old generation forward. In the early 1990s, Zheng Jun, Xu Wei, Wang Feng and other young people came to the fore.

At the same time, Pu Shu, Lao Lang, Ding Wei, Xiao Ke, He Yong and others ushered in the folk music era, and music flourished.

Huang Bo said with emotion: "Now the world is dominated by young people, and the future of music depends on you."

Twenty years have passed, and rock music is no longer popular. The young people back then have all grown old, and the bands have left or disbanded.

There is still a market for folk songs, but it is not large.

With the opening up of the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, more and more Taiwanese artists are entering the mainland, attracting the attention of a large number of young people.

Jay Chou, who is only a few years older than Qin Chuan, has already started his world tour.

A general's success is the result of the sacrifice of hundreds of soldiers. These newcomers have killed countless old veterans.

When Huang Bo was chatting with his old friends about the current music scene, he said he couldn't stand it.

Qin Chuan shook his hands vigorously: "No, I can't bear such a big responsibility. I am not worthy of saving the music industry. I just sing songs occasionally to make a living."

"Who will save the music?" A middle-aged man with long hair tied behind his head, who looked a bit like Liu Huan, came out from the dubbing studio.

"Brother Ma, long time no see." Huang Bo stood up and greeted him.

"Long time no see. You haven't come to record songs with me for a few years. I heard you were studying?"

"Oh, I'm just studying for fun. You need a degree to do anything nowadays. You should improve yourself."

I am almost 30 and still studying. I feel embarrassed to tell others that I am sitting in the same classroom with 17 or 18-year-old children. Huang Bo quickly changed the subject and patted Qin Chuan on the shoulder and said:
"Brother Ma, it's me, the younger brother, who is going to save music."

Lao Ma looked at Qin Chuan and said, "He was the one who recorded the song? You said on the phone that it was original?"

"Yes, it's an original, very awesome song." In front of outsiders, Huang Bo never hesitates to praise Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan explained: "Hello, Brother Ma, my name is Qin Chuan, I don't claim to be awesome, I just wrote it for fun."

"Did you bring the music sheet?"

"Bring it."

Qin Chuan handed over the music score in his pocket.

Lao Ma just took a look and started humming along, singing the tune almost exactly.

"The song is good, it's really awesome."

"Finally confirmed, recording the song is 2,000. If it needs composing, it will be charged separately."

Recording songs is not expensive and is still within an acceptable range. Qin Chuan knows that arranging music is a pitfall.

“How much do you charge for composing music?”

"It's divided into different levels. If you only do simple guitar and piano music, it's 1,500 yuan. If you do pop music, it starts at 3,500 yuan. If you do orchestral music, it starts at 5,000 yuan. The more difficult it is, the more expensive it will be."

Qin Chuan mentally calculated the instruments needed for the song "Drum Tower": "I need an electric piano, a box piano, a harmonica, drums, a guitar, and a bass."

"Little brother, you are so professional." A big order came in, and Lao Ma grinned: "Your work is completely up to the standard of producing a single, release level, not easy to do."

"I'll take care of the whole process of recording and arranging the song. I'll charge you 8,000 yuan."

"Ahem, Brother Ma, you think I don't exist, right?" Huang Bo stood up and said, "Make it cheaper, one price, five thousand."

"Five thousand. If you don't want to rob me, I can only afford seven thousand and five at most."

"Our relationship is worth five hundred dollars?"

"Business is not good, Old Huang. Seven thousand and two is my bottom line. I have to spend money to hire people and buy equipment. If it's any lower, I will lose money."

"One price, seven thousand. If you don't want to do it, I'll find someone else."

"Do it, I'll do it. I really admire you. Please help me promote it when you make it."

"no problem."

(End of this chapter)