Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 858 Desk Lamp

The gilded and carved revolving door slowly turned, and Lin Xiao followed Amin into the record company's building. The marble floor reflected the bright light of the crystal chandelier, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of coffee and paper ink. The signing ceremony was held in the conference room on the top floor. On the dark brown walnut conference table, there were gold-stamped contracts and champagne glasses. The company's senior executives were dressed in neat suits with meaningful smiles on their faces. "Mr. Lin Xiao's potential is obvious to all." The general manager of the company pushed the pen in front of Lin Xiao, and the eyes behind the lens looked him up and down like a scanner, "As long as you cooperate with the company's planning, within three years, you will be a new legend in the Chinese music scene." Spotlights flashed one after another around him, and Lin Xiao's hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

Lin Xiao took a deep breath and tried to calm his anger: "How good you are can't be told with words, it will be revealed on the stage." He turned around and opened the piano cover. The moment his fingertips landed on the keys, he found that Wang Qiang had poured a glass of ice water on the music score. The water stains quickly spread, blurring the carefully marked chord symbols. "Sorry, my hand slipped." Wang Qiang shrugged and walked away. Lin Xiao looked at the soaked music score, and the suppressed laughter of the trainees echoed in his ears. When Amin rushed in, she saw him squatting on the ground and carefully rescuing the music score: "Don't worry about it, I'll make another copy!" She was so angry that her eyes turned red, "This Wang Qiang, relying on himself as the boss of the company, does whatever he wants!" "It doesn't matter." Lin Xiao wiped the water stains on his hands, "Let's deal with the album first." However, when he sat in the recording studio, he found that a bigger problem was waiting for him. The sound engineer, wearing a huge headset, frowned at the console: "Mr. Lin, your arrangement is too avant-garde, and the drum beats and rhythms do not conform to the market aesthetics at all." Lin Xiao stared at the jumping sound track on the screen and tried to explain: "This kind of electronic synthesizer application will become mainstream in the future..." "But now it's 1990!" The producer slammed the table heavily, shaking the spoon in the coffee cup. "What we need is catchy love songs, melodies that can make aunties hum along in the vegetable market!" He pulled out a yellowed playlist, "Look at these classic songs and follow this style." In the apartment late at night, the desk lamp cast a warm yellow halo on the music score. Lin Xiao rubbed his swollen temples, and the manuscript paper spread out in front of him was covered with dense traces of revisions. The noise of the night market drifted in from the window, mixed with the singing of karaoke in the distance. He hummed the popular golden songs in his memory, but he always felt that something was wrong - without modern mixing technology and the distortion effect of electric guitar, these songs seemed to have lost their souls. Amin walked in with a stack of tapes in her arms, her dark circles were so thick that she looked like she was wearing sunglasses: "I've taken out all the accompaniment tapes in the company's inventory, see if you can use any." She suddenly exclaimed, "This accompaniment tape of "Pearl of the Orient" was very popular in the streets and alleys back then!" Lin Xiao took the tape and thought about it. When the rustling sound of the tape was heard, he suddenly grabbed a pen and wrote quickly on the five-line score. Ten minutes later, he excitedly shook Amin's shoulders: "Got it! Change the chorus of this song to rap, and add samples of guzheng and flute..." "But this is too risky!" Amin said worriedly, "Will the company accept this combination of Chinese and Western styles?" Lin Xiao looked at the flashing neon lights outside the window, his eyes firm: "How do you know if you don't try it?" However, when he walked into the company with the modified demo, he was greeted by the producer's rage. In the recording studio, harsh criticism almost blew the roof off: "What the hell is this! Guzheng with rap? Do you think you are doing performance art?" "Give me three more days." Lin Xiao held the returned demo, his nails almost digging into his palm, "I will definitely make a work that will satisfy everyone." When he walked out of the company, it was pouring rain. He stood at the bus stop, watching the red bus speeding through the rain, and suddenly remembered the various setbacks he encountered in the modern world before crossing. Didn't he also insist on his musical dream amid doubts at that time? When he got home, he locked himself in the room and didn't go out for three days and three nights. When he was hungry, he ate dry bread, and when he was sleepy, he took a nap on the keyboard. When Amin forced the door open, he was stunned by the scene in front of him - the floor was full of waste paper balls, and the walls were covered with shredded music scores, while Lin Xiao was facing the computer screen, his bloodshot eyes flashing with excitement: "Listen! It will definitely work this time!" The moment the mixing was completed, the morning light outside the window just pierced through the clouds. Lin Xiao rushed into the company with a USB flash drive, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, he put the earphones into the producer's ears. The prelude sounded, the melodious sound of the zither blended perfectly with the modern electronic drum beats, followed by a rhythmic rap, the lyrics of which not only paid tribute to traditional culture, but also declared the attitude of young people. At the end of the song, there was silence in the recording studio. The producer took off his headphones, his voice trembling slightly: "This... This is simply a subversive creation!" He grabbed Lin Xiao's shoulders fiercely, "Boy, you did it!" However, just when Lin Xiao thought the difficulties were over, a greater crisis quietly came. On the day of the trial recording, Wang Qiang led a group of people into the recording studio and roughly unplugged the power supply: "Is this kind of garbage also worthy of being released?" He grabbed Lin Xiao's collar, "Don't think that you can step on us to get to the top just because you are a little smart!" Amin rushed forward to stop him, but was pushed to the ground. In the chaos, Lin Xiao felt a heavy punch on his face, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth. But he did not fight back, just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked directly into Wang Qiang's eyes: "If this is how you keep your position, then I will prove that real music does not need these dirty tricks." This conflict alarmed the company's top management. In the conference room, the general manager knocked on the table and was furious: "Shut up! Lin Xiao's album has passed the review and will start recording next week!" His eyes swept over Wang Qiang, "As for you, if you dare to make trouble again, don't blame the company for being rude!" Walking out of the conference room, Lin Xiao looked at the poster at the end of the corridor. Wang Qiang's arrogant face was particularly dazzling in the sun. He clenched his fists and swore secretly: "I will not only stand firm in this era, but also let everyone know that the real power of music cannot be stopped by anyone." Amin put a Band-Aid on him distressedly and whispered: "How about we change companies?" Lin Xiao shook his head and raised a stubborn smile at the corner of his mouth: "No, I want to prove myself here." His eyes looked into the distance, where there were countless unknown challenges and his musical dream. And all this has just begun.