This star just wants to make more money

Chapter 63 I couldn't hold back as soon as I arrived

Two days passed quickly.

At 3: in the morning, in a fairly nice residential area in Luohe City, six or seven filming teams carrying cameras were rushing towards Building .

Director Liu Wei said as they hurried on their way: "We are really lucky this time. Xu Feng's popularity is even higher than I thought, and he has many passers-by fans. He is very helpful to our program. The 20% increase is worth it."

If it were those stars who have been famous for a long time, the traffic they brought might not be retained by the program team, because the stickiness is too high.

On the contrary, it is people like Xu Feng who have become newly famous, are in the limelight and have strong capabilities, who bring the best quality traffic.

"Fortunately, Xu Feng didn't participate in the variety show "Singer". They failed miserably in the second stage. I heard that they are a little anxious now and have started looking for a real big star to save the situation."

"Okay, let's not talk about other variety shows." Liu Wei interrupted the others' chatter, "This may be our only chance in the short term to film Xu Feng's daily life. I wonder how many people are curious about what the home of the genius composer Xu Feng looks like."

"We must film it well and show the most authentic side of Xu Feng."

For creators like this with slightly eccentric personalities, are their homes filled with musical instruments?
Is there a rich creative atmosphere that makes people intoxicated?

What is Xu Feng's daily life like? And in what environment did he complete the creation of "Huo Yuanjia"?
Using this content as a pilot for the guest appearances will definitely bring in a lot of traffic.

Not to mention the audience, even Liu Wei herself was very curious.

dong dong dong...

Under the curious gazes of many neighbors, the program crew knocked on Xu Feng's door.

After a while, a lazy voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

The owner of the voice had obviously just woken up.

Following this questioning voice, the door of the room was opened from the inside, followed by a biting chill, and Xu Feng, wearing a thick cotton nightgown, appeared in front of the camera.

Liu Wei was confused for a moment - isn't it summer now? How come your room has become like an ice age?

People outside are sweating profusely, while people inside are wearing cotton jackets?
However, as a professional, she immediately adjusted herself and delivered the opening remarks she had prepared long ago.

"Hello, Mr. Xu Feng. We are the filming team of the program "Make Money, Stars." Liu Wei extended her hand and said with a smile, "I am Liu Wei. Is it convenient for you to let us in for a brief filming now?"

"Don't worry, we will show you all the footage in advance. If you think there are any scenes that are not suitable for release, we will edit them out later."

"It's okay." Xu Feng shook her hand, turned around and walked into the room, "There's nothing in my room that can't be photographed. You guys go ahead and take pictures. I'll go change my clothes."

Seeing that Xu Feng wasn't embarrassed or on guard at all, Liu Wei didn't say anything like "Relax, just treat these seven or eight living people as air."

Just think about it and you know it's impossible.

The camera team was divided into two groups. One group followed Xu Feng and waited for him to change his clothes, while the other group took the opportunity to capture the general scene in Xu Feng's room.

However, when the filming team shot all the rooms, they were surprised to find that Xu Feng's room was completely different from what they had expected. It was filled with various musical instruments, had various profound traces of creation, and had an atmosphere unique to an artist.

On the contrary, this room has very few things. Apart from the necessary furniture, there is only a high-end bass that looks brand new placed quietly in a glass cabinet.

And the fried noodle boxes on the table that had been eaten but not yet cleaned up.

It is simply unimaginable that a song like "Huo Yuanjia", which is played by a large number of instruments, was created in this room.

And no matter from which angle you look at it, Xu Feng doesn’t seem to be particularly rich... Then why doesn’t he hurry up and release an album or shoot a MV?

What a strange person.

Seeing Xu Feng change his clothes and walk out of the room, Liu Wei's eyes lit up first, then she coughed lightly and asked, "Teacher Xu Feng, netizens and your fans are very curious about what kind of environment allows you to create so many high-quality works." "But your room seems to be a little more 'simple' than everyone imagined?"

"There aren't many musical instruments here. How do you make music?"

Xu Feng took the remote control, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner by five or six degrees, and answered casually: "I will rent instruments when making music, and I will return them after I finish it."

In fact, it is not impossible to directly use the sound source rewarded by the system, but making it by yourself can improve the basic attributes a little. Anyway, it won’t waste much time to redo the original song, so you might as well record it again by yourself.

Renting instruments on the fly when you want to produce a piece?!

So how do you practice, by meditation?

Liu Wei was stunned for a moment: "Then why don't you buy it?"

Xu Feng looked at Liu Wei with eyes that showed him loving a fool, and patiently explained, "Because the cost of buying musical instruments is too high, and it only takes one day to make a song, the money from buying a complete set of musical instruments is enough for me to rent hundreds of songs."

So you don’t need to practice regularly? When someone asks you to produce a song, you just rent a set of instruments temporarily and return them after you’re done?!

Do you think making a song is like buying vegetables on the roadside?
Liu Wei felt that her worldview had been challenged. She laughed and took a close-up of the bass in the glass cabinet not far away. She then asked, "Teacher Xu Feng has taken good care of this guitar."

"First of all, this is a bass." Xu Feng followed and corrected, "Then, it's not because I took good care of it, it's because I haven't used it before."

"..."

There is no time to talk today.

I originally thought that Xu Feng was a creator with a quirky personality, rich inner emotions, and a genuine love for music, an artist who concentrated both his emotions and skills.

Now it seems that he is actually just a numerical monster, no skills, just numbers.

What a weird personality, he's just a money-grubber.

God must be blind to allow such a person who knows nothing about art to have such a high talent for music creation.

Liu Wei sighed, thinking about doing something for the show, so she said, "Teacher Xu Feng, your daily life seems very 'interesting'. Before the official show starts, are you interested in singing half a song here impromptu? Let everyone see your usual creative state."

She subconsciously added, "If you are willing to sing, your 'initial funds' will be slightly more than one thousand yuan on the variety show later."

One thousand... It's not impossible. No matter how small a mosquito leg is, it's still meat.

Xu Feng accepted the commission and, using his limited improvisational skills, sang half of "The Wind Rises" a cappella.

Anyone can see how perfunctory Xu Feng is.

Liu Wei became more and more silent as she listened, and finally couldn't help asking, "Teacher Xu Feng, the ratings of our show are not low. Don't you plan to behave a little better in front of your fans?"

After singing the song, Xu Feng was a little confused. Thinking that it was not a live broadcast anyway, he simply asked directly: "Uh, let me perform worse, wasn't it your request yesterday that you specially paid extra for it?"

How come I forgot about the requirement of adding money?

Nowadays, the client doesn’t even understand their own needs. Sigh…

Liu Wei looked at Xu Feng's caring eyes for the mentally retarded, opened her mouth, but said nothing: "..."

What you said makes so much sense that I couldn't refute it for the moment!

　That summer, he made the world cry with his songs. 'Wow, refund the ticket! My makeup is ruined!' Wait, you said he was actually a college student? Then how did he write these heart-wrenching songs and the great truths in them?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)