Rising from Fudimo (God Capital Tiger)

Chapter 29

Wang Yue saw Li Yiming's disdainful expression suddenly, and saw his disdain for Lan Yueqin who was recording.

So she asked in a low voice: "What do you think of Xiao Qin's song?"

"Yourou is pretentious, fake ones are not acceptable. Without these advanced tuning equipment, his singing voice would be worse than a donkey's braying." Li Yiming's voice did not hide the intention at all.

Lan Yueqin's team, who was recording next to him, all heard this comment, and turned their heads to look at him in surprise.

This is not over yet, Li Yiming continued to criticize the composer and lyricist.

"What kind of music is this? It's just a pot of messy things, cooking pig food. And the lyrics are also written in nonsense. Have you finished primary school?"

When Wang Yue heard this, she quickly pulled him aside, and said anxiously: "Mr. Li, this recording studio does not belong to our company. You should be more polite on someone else's site."

Li Yiming's wild words attracted everyone's attention, and also made Wang Yue sober for more than half, regretting this decision in her heart.

"This gentleman seems to be an expert?"

A chubby man walked over with a displeased face.

Wang Yue hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, my friend drank too much and was just talking drunk, please don't mind Mr. Wei."

This fat man's name is Wei Xianming, and he is a partner who specializes in composing music and lyrics for Lan Yueqin, and is quite famous in the music circle.

What Li Yiming said just now was calling him a waste by name, and it was in front of the whole team, which made him very embarrassing.

"Miss Wang, this is between him and me. Hey, I'm the nonsense songwriter you just mentioned!"

Li Yiming just raised his eyelids and glanced at him nonchalantly.

"Oh, so what happened?"

"Since this gentleman has such a high vision, he must be an expert in the industry. May I ask which record company he is working for?" Wei Xianming suppressed his anger, and asked about the other party's details first.

"I'm just a pawnbroker, and the temperament is just a hobby."

Hearing this, Wei Xianming no longer had any worries. Since he was just an amateur, he dared to criticize him wildly. He must have been a drunk who had drunk too much.

He waved his hand impatiently, "Since you are an idler, then get out as soon as possible, Miss Wang, don't bring this kind of drunk to interfere with our work, thank you."

Wang Yue immediately wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. She believed Li Yiming's words in such a daze, and brought him here to embarrass herself.

"Sorry, let's go now, sorry to bother you."

But Li Yiming walked over and sat down on the sofa, and patted the sofa, "What's the rush? We haven't done our work yet, sit down and wait."

Wei Xianming was taken aback, "Miss Wang, why did you bring this drunk here?"

"No, I just want to bring my friends to visit..."

"I'm not here to visit, I'm here to help you solve the problem." Li Yiming lit a cigarette while talking, and smoked like no one else was around.

"Looks like I drank a lot, haha." Wei Xianming and his team burst into laughter, no one would believe that a pawnbroker would come here to record a song.

Wang Yue reached out to pull Li Yiming, "Smoking is not allowed here, let's go."

Li Yiming smiled faintly, and pushed her back on the sofa, "Be safe and don't be impatient."

At this time, Lan Yueqin also finished recording the song and walked out of the soundproof booth.

Immediately, someone told Lan Yueqin what had happened, and he couldn't help laughing after hearing it.

"Miss Wang, why are you so happy today? How much did you drink?"

Lan Yueqin and his team watched Wang Yue's jokes with a smile, and they were extremely excited to see top-tier actresses making embarrassments.

At this time, the person in charge of the recording studio stepped forward and asked in an awkward low voice: "Miss Wang, do you still want to..."

Before Wang Yue could answer, Li Yiming stood up and said, "Of course we will use it. First, let's see what equipment you have here, and see if there is anything that can be used."

The person in charge replied proudly: "We are one of the best recording studios in the country, equipped with world-class top-notch equipment, and we have everything you want..."

"Is there any Luoxiaqin?"

"what?"

As soon as these words came out, those who were laughing were all stunned.

Luoxia is a kind of guqin. The seven-stringed guqin has a history of more than 4000 years. Over the long years, more than 50 different styles have been developed. In the Tang Dynasty, the craftsmanship of guqin reached its peak, and Luoxiaqin is one of them. outstanding.

The production process of Luoxia-style guqin is complicated, the yield of finished products is extremely low, and the number of surviving instruments is very rare.It is also very difficult to imitate. Most of the products on the market are inferior and inferior products, and good products are hard to find.

Li Yiming opened his mouth to ask for such a precious musical instrument, which startled people.

The person in charge looked at him and replied: "The Luoxia style is extremely rare. We don't have it here, only the inspiration style."

Li Yiming nodded and said, "It's okay."

The Lingji style is a relatively common style of guqin, and the staff immediately brought out a guqin.

Under everyone's attention, Li Yiming sat in front of the guqin and began to adjust the strings skillfully.

"His technique is very skillful, and he seems to have learned it."

"Who doesn't know how to make a show, just don't know how good it is."

"We all make pop music, who knows this ancient musical instrument?"

Just when people were talking about it, they saw Li Yiming holding down the strings with his left hand and lightly plucking them with his right hand.

A distant sound of the piano sounded, as if it had passed through thousands of years, reaching everyone's ears.

The entire recording studio fell silent in an instant.

The breeze is blowing in, the bamboo curtains are raised slightly, and countless jade beads fall from the sky.

The sound of the piano is like dew weeping in Lanzhi, the phoenix sings in Dongshan, and the blue dragon roars in the nine heavens.

Sometimes it is a stream between rocks, and sometimes it is a collapse of Mount Tai.

In a trance, the moon is bright and the waves are clear, and the wind and frost are like knives. Everyone is fascinated.

I don't know how long it took, but when the song ended, there was still a lingering sound, soul-stirring.

"I haven't played for a long time, I'm rusty."

Li Yiming's words brought everyone back to reality from the state of mind wandering.

After a few seconds of silence, a burst of warm applause broke out.

Even though this group of people are all engaged in modern pop music, and none of them is proficient in ancient rhythms, the sound of the piano just now completely conquered each of them.

Including Wei Xianming and Lan Yueqin, they also showed incredulous expressions.

"Sir, who the hell are you! Are you a master of ancient music?"

Li Yiming shook his head, "I'm not a master, I'm just Miss Wang's friend."

Master of ancient music?

This title is a respectful title for others, but a derogatory title for him!