Chapter 91

When Lu Chen first saw Wang Jing, his feeling was…

This guy is so handsome!

Then he immediately realized that he had made a mishap. The opposite party is not a guy, but a girl.

A handsome girl.

About 1.75 meters tall, a pair of straight legs wrapped in aqua-blue thin jeans, and she was wearing with a self-made silk cotton t-shirt. Her hair is very short, so she looks very clean and neat.

The girl is very beautiful. Her eyes, nose, lips, and chin met the usual aesthetic standards, but she was not that charming or showy, and had an air that was difficult to put into words.

What impressed Lu Chen most was her eyes, bright and divine like the morning star.

“This is my daughter, Wang Jing…”

Wang Changsheng introduced both parties, “This is our studio’s new client, Mr. Lu Chen.”

“Hello!”

Wang Jing gracefully reached out her hand to Lu Chen, “Welcome to Nirvana Studio.”

Lu Chen shook hands with her and said, “Hello.”

After taking his seat again, Lu Chen handed the previously printed music score to the other party and asked, “I’d like to ask your studio to help me with the arrangement and accompaniment of this song. Can you do it in two days?”

Wang Jing knitted her brows and took the printed paper and looked at it.

She looked at it very carefully and hummed softly according to the score, singing in a very accurate tone.

The wrinkles in her brows gradually unfolded, and there was a look of surprise on her face.

After a while, the handsome girl looked up and asked, “Mr. Lu, did you write this song yourself?”

Lu Chen nodded, “Yes.”

The songwriter on the score bears his name.

Wang Jing asked doubtfully, “This song is very well written. Why did you ask me to arrange it?”

“Wang Jing!”

Before Lu Chen could answered, Wang Changsheng gave her a fierce look and said, “Mr. Lu is asking if you could finish it in two days. Why are you asking irrelevant questions?”

Wang Changsheng knew his daughter’s temper too well. He feared that she would scare off Lu Chen, a client who had not been easy to find.

Wang Jing pursed her lips. She did not refute her father, but her silence and stubborn expression on her face made the atmosphere in the small reception room a little awkward.

Lu Chen coughed and was about to explain when Wang Jing suddenly opened her mouth and said, “Two days is too urgent. I can’t guarantee the best quality. Can you give me a few more days?”

“Here’s the thing,” Lu said. “On the 10th, I’m going to take part in Beijing Satellite TV’s talent show. Because the accompaniment of the song has to be delivered in advance, I can’t delay it any longer, but I won’t ask for the best quality.”

“Singing China?”

Wang Jing’s eyebrows wrinkled again, “Since it is such an important thing, why not come a few days earlier?”

Lu Chen smiled bitterly.

He finally understood why Wang Changsheng had to go to Delong Building to pull business. With Wang Jing’s temper, it was too easy to offend customers. How could the business of the studio get better?

Lu Chen was not angry. Many powerful people tend to be different from ordinary people in personality.

Beijing Academy graduates should be trustworthy.

But her father, Wang Changsheng, was about to cry: “Wang Jing…”

Wang Jing raised her head and said, “Two days is fine, but the production cost is 20,000 yuan!”

20,000 yuan?

Lu Chen’s look has become strange – Miss, I am easy to talk to, but you can’t take me as a fool!

20,000 yuan a song, just for arrangement and accompaniment. Why should he go to Nirvana Studio to make it?

Lu Chen could not help looking at Wang Changsheng, who was sitting on one side.

At this time, Wang Changsheng finally showed the emotional intelligence of a qualified studio manager.

He calmly said to Wang Jing, “You go to the preparatory work and I’ll talk to Mr. Lu about the production cost.”

The latter was obviously not reconciled, but the sincerity in Wang Changsheng’s eyes silenced her and left with the music score.

Wang Changsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Lu Chen with embarrassment, “Mr. Lu, my daughter has a bad temper. Please don’t mind, but you can rest assured of her ability. Our studio will work overtime to finish this song for you, too!”

“As for the price, what do you think of 10,000 yuan?”

He took the initiative to cut the price in half. He obviously very much wants to win this business with Lu Chen.

Although Lu Chen knows that if he insists more, he may be able to cut down thousands more of yuan, but after all, this is an urgent business, the high price is also normal, and if it’s cut too hard, the other party may not be willing to do it sincerely.

After thinking about it, he said, “10,000 is okay, and if this song can satisfy me, then my first album can also be handed over to your studio.”

“Good, good!”

Wang Changsheng was immediately overjoyed: “I also hope to cooperate with Mr. Lu for a long time!”

Making a complete album is different from making ten singles. The former is more demanding.

So, for any music studio, making albums is not only a challenge, but also an opportunity.

If the album sells well, it’s easy to become famous in the industry, and business will naturally roll in.

Nirvana Studio has not produced a real album since it was established.

So, Wang Changsheng became more and more determined to hold on to Lu Chen as a client. He said very sincerely, “Mr. Lu, since you’re here, I’ll let you take a look at the recording room in our studio first. I’ll also like to invite you to dinner in the evening!”

Lu Chen smiled and said, “I really like to see the recording room. Let’s talk again later after dinner.”

Led by the other party, he arrived at the recording room of Nirvana Studio.

This recording room accounts for more than half of the entire studio area. The capacitor microphone, microphone amplifier, listening speakers, voice effect device, mixer, VOD singing machine and so on are basically complete and appears to be quite professional.

The interior is very clean and tidy, and the installation and arrangement of pipelines, air conditioners, sound insulation walls and soundproof doors are all in place. Although the space inside is not very large, it does not feel cramped. It was a sharp contrast to the office area outside.

In charge of the recording room is Wang Changsheng’s son, Wang Hui, a handsome man with glasses who is shy and looks like his sister. He doesn’t talk much, but speaks well about recording.

Wang Changsheng was very proud of his son. He graciously invited Lu Chen, “Mr. Lu, would you like Little Hui to record a song for you on the spot? It’s free!”

Lu Chen immediately became interested and asked, “Do you have a guitar here?”

Nirvana Studio not only has a guitar, but also a very small Nirvana band.

Along with the guitar came four members of the band, including Wang Jing. The other three were young people in their 20s. They stood in the control room, watching Lu Chen, who was going to sing, through a vacuum window.

This is the first time Lu Chen had entered a recording room in his life. But in the dream world, Xu Bo is a frequent visitor to a recording room.

It’s just that most of the songs Xu Bo recorded in the recording room were other people’s songs. In order to make a living, he often accompanied others, sang samples and even sang harmonies. He has never produced an album that really belonged to him.

When the memory came to light, Lu Chen held the guitar, closed his eyes in front of the microphone, and did not open them for a long time.

In the outer control room, a young man with long hair scoffed softly, “Funny, it’s not a movie…”

A man in a black t-shirt next to him said earnestly, “You don’t understand. This is called brewing emotion.”

The little young man between the two shook his shoulders, and he couldn’t help smiling.

Wang Jing crossed her arms and did not speak. Her eyes were fixed on Lu Chen, and there was a faint smile at the corners of her lips.

Fortunately, Wang Changsheng has just gone out, otherwise he will really be angry to death by a few of them.

Wang Hui knitted his brows and was about to speak but hesitated.

Several members of the band still knew how to behave. They didn’t make excessive jokes, and put away their smiles.

As for what is in their minds, they are the only ones who know.

Lu Chen, who was in the recording room, of course, could not hear their conversation outside. He felt that his mood had been adjusted to the best condition. He opened his eyes and nodded to Wang Hui, indicating that he was ready to begin.

Wang Hui immediately pressed the button and gave Lu Chen a thumbs up – come on!

Lu Chen plucked the strings and played the high-spirited prelude.

The song he’s going to sing is “Once You”!