Divine Lucky Star

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Zeng Wenhui Beating His Chest and Stamping His Feet

“Vote for recommendations!”

“Great song! Great lyrics!” Ning Weida’s eyes were bulging as he exclaimed loudly, “The melody has such depth, and the lyrics are also very well written! Is the song titled ‘Storm Rainbow Clanging Roses’?” With his intuition, he was almost certain that once the melody was composed, it would be a huge hit!

“Yes, the song title is ‘Storm Rainbow Clanging Roses,'” Bai Yaning nodded and smiled, “I really like this song. Mr. Ning, do you think this song still has potential?”

“Absolutely, it’s fantastic!” Ning Weida said excitedly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard such a good song! Impressive!”

Bai Yaning said, “It’s just a pity that this song doesn’t have a melody yet. I don’t know how to compose the music for it, so that’s why I came to you, Mr. Ning.”

“Of course,” Ning Weida nodded; he went over and sat down at the piano nearby. “Yaning, play the song again!”

This time, as Ning Weida listened to the song, he softly played along on the piano. After listening to it a second time, he carefully reflected and said, “The first time I listened to the song, I felt it, but it wasn’t too strong. But just now, as I calmed down and listened again, I suddenly discovered things between each note that I hadn’t noticed before. Very free-spirited yet with a military-like air—very good! The song has a great atmosphere! Come on, let’s get started!”

Ning Weida was completely exhilarated!

He was the type who was usually lazy when nothing urgent was at hand, but when struck by inspiration, he would instantly begin working like a madman. At that moment, he yanked open his collar, lit a cigarette, and put it in his mouth, saying, “Come on, we’ll listen to this song a few more times. Even if we have to stay up all night, we’ll get all the music composed!”

“Okay!” Bai Yaning naturally wouldn’t refuse, and the two began to compose the music based on the tune Wang Hao had sung.

Ning Weida said, “First, we need to carefully consider the tune. Since your friend is a man, there’s a big difference between male and female vocal ranges, so I can’t say for sure what the best key for this song is. Based on his vocal pitch, you can try singing a line to see.”

Bai Yaning sang it right away, but Ning Weida shook his head, “It’s a bit low; it doesn’t bring out that military feel.” While he was speaking, suddenly his phone rang. Looking at it, it was Zeng Wenhui calling.

“Not interested now,” he threw aside the phone and told Bai Yaning, “Try raising the key.”

Bai Yaning tried it, and the phone rang again…

“Damn, is there no end to it!” Ning Weida picked up the phone irritably and said, “What do you want? I’m busy here, whatever it is can wait until I’m done!”

Zeng Wenhui: “What’s going on? Are you that busy? How’s the song?”

“Good!” Ning Weida just said one word, “good,” and hung up the phone!

Then he continued testing the song with Bai Yaning—

“The key is still too low; your vocal pitch might need to be lower… Try raising it one more time…”

“This feels right now, can you lower it a bit more?”

“This will do, this will do, yes, yes, that’s the feel! Hahaha! Not bad, that’s the key! Come on, sing the whole song in this key and see how it works!”

“Eiyo, not bad at all! There’s no problem now; next, we need to work on the intro and music arrangement. This song really has a powerful vibe; we should make the tune a bit more soaring…”

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“What’s up with that old ghost?” After hanging up, Zeng Wenhui was completely confused; he really didn’t understand how Ning Weida could have changed so suddenly.

“Can a song produced by a guy with no reputation in the circle really be good?” After thinking it over, Zeng Wenhui left the bar: “No, I have to see for myself!”

The bar where Zeng Wenhui was isn’t far from the Dream Recording Studio; it was just a five-minute drive away.@@novelbin@@

So soon, Zeng Wenhui arrived at the location; he walked straight into Bai Yaning’s Studio One, only to hear Bai Yaning recording a song the moment he stepped through the door—

“Storm and rainbow, resolute roses, carry all sorrow and pain on your own back.”

“Storm and rainbow, resolute roses, roam the seas, bravely laugh at the world’s ends, never retreating.”

“This… this is…” Zeng Wenhui was stunned after hearing just two segments!

Such a style of song, so pleasant to listen to… could it be the very song she was talking about just now?!

Zeng Wenhui, pounding his chest with frustration, asked, “Mr. Ning, was Miss Yaning talking about this song just now?!”

“Less chatter,” Ning Weida replied, panting, his eyes red, “Let’s talk after she finishes singing this round!”

Soon, Bai Yaning finished singing one round, and Zeng Wenhui was utterly dumbfounded—if he had known it was such a beautiful song, he wouldn’t have gone to watch pole dancing! What a waste of precious time, oh heavens!

Why didn’t he come earlier!

However, it was still not too late, it was only unfortunate that he hadn’t met the author named Wang Hao!

…

“Finally home!” After dinner, Wang Hao sat down at his computer to continue sorting out the ideas in his mind.

The novel was completely stable now, and music had officially taken its first step.

Next was the film and television category.

Although he wasn’t a professional director, writing screenplays would certainly be no issue.

Liu Jinhua had mentioned planning a joint venture with Ren Xing to produce a web series, and generally, when Ren Xing, that chunky fellow, decides to do something, it’s almost certain. So, he needed to carefully consider which screenplay to write.

Wang Hao knew quite a few plots in the drama industry—not to bring all of them to life, but at least he had to note down the general direction of the plots.

Thinking of several drama plots, Wang Hao began typing furiously. Just then, his dad, bored, came in and curiously asked, “Haoer, what are you writing?”

“Oh, just drafting some screenplays for fun,” Wang Hao replied while typing, “Aren’t you watching TV, Dad?”

“There’s nothing good on, those shows are just too dull,” Dad said, sitting on the newly bought bed and continuing, “Hey, you’re pretty capable, writing screenplays now?”

“It’s okay,” Wang Hao laughed, “I recognized screenwriter Li Fei as my teacher at the set, just experimenting with a screenplay to see if he might like it—who knows?”

“Not bad, haha, that’s progress!” Dad praised cheerfully, “Look at our Haoer, really growing up and focusing on his career. Good for you, just remember not to be overly anxious. Human effort is the decisive factor, but ultimately fate decides the outcome. Just try your best. Don’t stay up too late, go to sleep early.”

“I know, hehe.”

After leaving Wang Hao’s room, Dad returned to the living room and whispered to Mom, “Hey, guess what Haoer is up to?”

“What’s he doing? Chatting with someone?” Mom asked while looking at the news on her phone, “It’s not that superstar, is it?”

“All you think about is superstars,” Dad scoffed, “You’ve started following celebrities too? Let me tell you, our Haoer is writing screenplays!”

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Here’s another good book recommendation, Jiudeng’s “Super Physiognomist,” really delicious!