I have money, no background, and I heard that it was a teacher who went to work, but isn’t it just a fool?

What kind of market conditions can scholars understand and what kind of art can they understand?

With pride in his heart, Zhou Feng took out the cigarette box, poured out one, and stuffed it into his mouth.

While lit a cigarette, he glanced out the door and laughed: "I have seen many companies in the south. Your company looks more professional than them, and you can make a lot of money in the future!"

The fake flattery made Wen Feiran slightly calm down.

He coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Zhou, Brother Wang said, it's not the price."

"Brother Wang doesn't know the market. Can the price last year be the same as it is now? Go to the south and take a look. If you don't give two songs, you won't give them 200,000 yuan, who will give you it. Now it's about the market economy, and you won't understand it even if you say it."

"this……"

Wen Feiran was helpless and could only look at He Wentao secretly.

He Wentao chuckled, waved his hand, and said, "Okay, I know, you go."

One opening song and one ending song is 200,000?

Not to mention this era, even ten years later, cartoons will not have this price.

Do you really think He Wentao has no knowledge?

"What?"

Zhou Feng didn't react.

He Wentao frowned and repeated: "I said, go, I don't need such expensive songs."

"Oh, I think it's expensive?"

Zhou Feng snorted and vomited a smoke ring: "Let's do this, you're an acquaintance, 120,000 yuan, I'll do it for you within a month."

Hearing this, Wen Feiran breathed a sigh of relief.

Thirty thousand yuan was missing at once.

He hurriedly looked at He Wentao, thinking that He Wentao would lower the price again.

He Wentao waved his hand.

"120,000 yuan is too expensive, a month is too long. You go, I'll look for someone else."

"Look for someone else? I tell you that there are many fakes on the market now, and they say they are cheap and fast. At that time, it is possible to get away with the money. Just me, Brother Wang introduced it, and their reputation and level are guaranteed!"

He Wentao stood up and looked at Zhou Feng: "Brother, you don't understand what I mean, right? Let me tell you the truth, I just doubt your level!"

When He Wentao saw one trick, he really didn't believe the other party was of good standing.

"Level? Are you fucking questioning my level?"

Zhou Feng jumped straight away, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, pointed at He Wentao and said, "Do you know what level of Zhou Feng I am? Last year, I went to Xiangjiang, and even Teresa Teng asked me to write a song for her!"

"Teres Teng died the previous year."

He Wentao smiled softly, which made Zhou Feng feel embarrassed.

"That...I...I remembered wrongly, it was Liu..."

"Okay, where can we go?"

He Wentao waved his hand in disgust.

This man is full of lies, which is just a waste of his time.

Zhou Feng was a little panicked, and he hurriedly said, "Brother, let's do this, I'll give you a price of 80,000 or 80,000 two songs. I'll do it for you in a month. How about it?"

"One month? The daylily is cold in one month."

"That half a month, half a month..."

"Old Lu, come here."

He Wentao interrupted him directly and shouted at the office area.

Soon, a man in his fifties with a slightly gray hair came over, and it was Lu Zeping.

Lu Zeping also came from Shanghai Film Studio, introduced by several others, and was specifically responsible for the soundtrack and arrangement of cartoons.

When he came to He Wentao, he seemed a little humble.

He bowed a little and asked, "Mr. He, what are your instructions?"

"Follow me to the dubbing room and we'll get the theme song."

"Ah? Mr. He, I'm not very good at composing music and writing lyrics."

"Hahaha……"

Zhou Feng, who was left aside, suddenly laughed: "Mr. He, you have to leave professional matters to professionals. Don't make things difficult for such a man, I..."

"I didn't let you do it, I'll do it. You'll be responsible for recording it."

"ah?"

Lu Zeping was even more confused.

Not only Lu Zeping, but also Wen Feiran and others were confused.

He Wentao personally composed the music and wrote the lyrics?

What's going on?

Wen Feiran was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said, "Mr. He, let me leave this little thing to others."

He is hard to say, don't mess up the entire cartoon.

In the early stage, he invested hundreds of thousands of yuan and had already set up the airs. When He Wentao suddenly made such a fuss, Wen Feiran was really afraid that He Wentao would make something if he was angry.

"It's okay, I'll try it, what if it works?"

He Wentao pulled Lu Zeping and walked into the dubbing room.

Outside the door, everyone was quiet.

After a while, Zhou Feng sneered: "It's really new for the boss to write lyrics and compose lyrics himself. Your company is just a joke, right? I want to see what you can do!"

These words seemed to hit Wen Feiran's heart.

He is really worried now that He Wentao is just having fun opening a company.

He Wentao can spend money to make fun of this, but so many of their employees really put their efforts into it!

Moreover, the few people at Shanghai Film Studio were all those who were asked to leave their jobs with favors. If the company collapsed, how could he explain?

For a moment, Wen Feiran thought a lot.

He Wentao didn’t care what those people outside thought.

The theme song of "Three Thousand Questions of the Blue Cat" is a childhood memory of many people. He is really reluctant to destroy it if he can stay.

"Lao Lu, I'll sing. You can write down the tunes through your voice, right?"

"Ah? Mr. He, you sing directly?"

"Yes, you can?"

"Success, this is the basic skill."

Lu Zeping responded and drew five straight lines.

This is a basic skill to mark the tune by the stitching score. However, in later generations, many famous artists would not even recognize the stitching score.

He Wentao cleared his throat and started singing directly.

"How high is the sky, how thick is the earth. How high is the sky, how thick is the earth."

"The stars blink, the moon draws a question mark. The comet drags its long tail... Lao Lu, why don't you remember it?"

Lu Zeping was already stunned.

He was ready to suffer, but as soon as He Wentao started singing, it was beyond his expectations.

Children's songs are easy to talk about. The lyrics are simple and easy to remember.

What He Wentao sang not only matches the lyrics, but also the lyrics are obviously very consistent with the positioning of "Three Thousand Questions of Blue Cat Naughty".

This...is this already prepared?

Seeing He Wentao looking at him, Lu Zeping quickly calmed down and said, "I'm sorry, I'm distracted, Mr. He..."

"It's okay, I'll do it again. How high the sky is and how thick the earth is..."

As He Wentao started singing, Lu Zeping quickly marked the notes on the stave.

He Wentao only sang it twice, and Lu Zeping marked the whole song.

He Wentao wrote down the lyrics again.

Then, Lu Zeping slightly modified the song, sang it himself, and immediately applauded.

"Mr. He, your theme song is written like it was released with our cartoon!"

He Wentao sneered.

Didn't it just come out together?

"This song is called "The Earth is Thick and the Sky is High". At that time, I will find a choir in the Children's Palace and give me some money to sing. It's the ending song..."

He Wentao doesn't remember the ending song.

Lu Zeping quickly gave a suggestion: "Mr. He, you can use this song at the beginning and end of the movie."

"Okay, that's it!"

Save tens of thousands and feel comfortable.
Chapter completed!