Chapter 113: The story of Wuwei Bookstore (2/3)

"Yang Ge, are you recording songs again?"
In the commercial buildings of the West Gate Plaza of Jiangzhou Communication University, there are many recording studios like WYN. After all, this is a Jiangzhou Communication University with talented people. Students and teachers often record demos and record points. Song, there will be a market if there is demand, this is normal again!
However, these studios are also uneven, cheap, poor recording, and incomplete equipment, and Yang Yu's WYN recording studio is a top-level studio with a large scale and advanced equipment. Of course, the price is also very expensive!
Yang Lan has been there several times before, and the boss Wang Yihai recognizes him and greets him as soon as he comes up.
"Wang brother, the original studio, rent a day." Yang Hao rushed to the other side nodded, and then began to save money, one thousand two hundred, he counted twelve large banknotes handed over.
"Leasing a day? So fierce?" Wang Haohai used to play music, but he didn't play the level. He chose to start a business for his life, and after smoking and having children, he smoked and drank alcohol, and now he is the sinister smoke.
He also ridiculed the gentle and sensational campus folk songs before, and now he can only sing rock and roll with his voice. The so-called musical dreams have long since given up.
Yang Xiao smiled and said: "I haven’t played for a long time. I don’t feel like enjoying the recording?

In fact, he was also taken to Murphy to stay home for a few days before he sneaked out to record the song he promised to write to Murphy. It seems to be a bit too cautious, but whoever made him a killer in his previous life, he can ignore the law, but must not be careless.
Wang Haohai rushed his thumb and counted the stack of banknotes. He took two of them and pushed them back: "A big discount for the summer vacation, you have been packing for a whole day, one thousand is enough!"
Yang Lan smiled indifferently. He didn't pick it up. Instead, he pointed to the back of Wang Haohai and said, "Take me a tea, I want your exclusive throat tea!"
After that, Yang Lan took the key directly and walked straight to his studio.
"Hey, there are too many two hundred!" Wang Haohai shouted at the back of Yang Lan, but Yang Lan did not look back, he just muttered and collected.
Today's workload is very large, ten new songs, Yang Hao not only according to different instruments, enter the soundtrack, but also record the demo.
Because Murphy knows what his voice is like, Yang Hao has to use the professional equipment in the studio to fix the demo before he can send it to Murphy.
Therefore, after entering the studio, Yang Lan did not say anything, and he opened all kinds of equipment skillfully and began to work hard.
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Near the Liulichang in Beijing, an old man with a felt hat but looks ordinary went into a small bookstore called Wuwei Book House.
Yes, this bookstore is small in size, and the small facade of more than 20 square meters can be seen from the door. Not only is it small, it should also be an old bookstore, there is no gorgeous decoration, there is no scientific display, the old bookshelf is surrounded by a circle, and it is full of stuff, it is very difficult to turn it around.
Of course, in addition to books, there are only books left!
The old man with a felt hat walked in and habitually looked up at the wall hanging behind the checkout counter. There were also plaques of some ages: "There are many people in the world."
This is the origin of the bookstore name. The old man has seen it countless times, but every time, he can't help but appreciate it. Of course, the calligraphy on the plaque is also his own home!
"Chen Lao, come?" Today, a middle-aged person was taken care of in the bookstore. When he saw the old man, he said hello respectfully.
"What about your dad?" the old man named Chen Lao nodded slightly and asked.
"He was not very comfortable for the first two days. I asked the insider to send him to the hospital to see." The middle-aged man did not stop working, and while using the feather duster to sweep the dust on the bookshelf, he smiled. "But nothing. The big problem is that the elderly are not very comfortable."
Chen Lao nodded, let go of his heart, then picked up a book and flipped it, and asked casually: "Is there any good book recently?"
Before he came, the old shop owner gave him a recommendation book. The old shop owner is also a book-lover, and he opens the store himself, but he always tries his best to recommend the good books he likes.
Chen Lao likes such an old bookstore. If he is like a state-owned bookstore and some chain bookstores, he only pays attention to the book that sells expensive, or the clerk is cold, and he is not willing to go to the bookstore!
"You can ask the right person!" The middle-aged man laughed. "There are two best-selling books that look good recently. Wait a minute, I will give you!"
Chen Lao frowned and said with dissatisfaction: "I want a good book. What do you give me the bestseller?"
The middle-aged man poked his head from the other side of the bookshelf. He smiled and said: "Chen, rest assured, your habits, I don't know yet? Of course, it is a good book to recommend you!"
Said, he took two books and came over. Chen Lao took the past and looked at it. One of the names was "Soldier Assault" and the other was "Liang Jian".
The middle-aged man explained: "Chen Lao, you don't look at these two books, it is very popular among young people, and the sales volume is very high. But the author wrote quite well, both the story and the writing are first-class, my father is watching this. Two books, seeing sleepless nights, make the stomach uncomfortable."
"Haha, of course, I am not trying to recommend these two books to make you feel uncomfortable." The middle-aged himself found the loopholes in the words and laughed.
The old store manager also likes these two books?
Chen Lao’s interest rose. He took these two books and went straight to the checkout counter. He took up the nest, one on the table, and one in his hand.
The middle-aged man looked at Chen Lao’s casual appearance and laughed. He shook his head and didn’t care. He continued to clean the dust with feather dusters.
The store does not have any other places to sit in, but in the identity of Chen, the middle-aged people do not feel that the other party will do anything bad.
I don't know how long it has been. It is almost noon, and my stomach is hungry. Chen Laocai reluctantly put away the "Sword" in his hand and stood up.
The middle-aged man just stood up at the door and smoked. He saw the movement and quickly took the smoke back.
"Buy these two books! Your recommendation is good, there is your father's success in seven or eight." Chen Lao was very rare to praise.
The middle-aged man smiled for money while laughing: "That Chen, your next TV series, is it the story of these two books?"
It turns out that this old man is Professor Chen Fengchen of the Beijing Academy of Drama, and also a famous TV drama director. Almost every year, CCTV broadcasts his TV series. It is a high-yield but high-demanding director!
There are naturally many people who write scripts for Chen Lao, but Chen Lao himself will also dig some excellent works to be adapted into TV dramas. In the past, the old shop owner recommended a good book buried by Chen Lao. As a result, Chen Lao found someone to buy the copyright. After the auction, the next year is CCTV's opening year!
Although this allusion is not known to outsiders, the old shopkeeper is still at home to talk about it.
Chen Lao did not laugh, he yelled at the middle-aged man and said: "Who knows?"
The middle-aged man knows that Chen Lao likes to keep secret. He smiled and said: "Haha, I still want to look forward to it. To be honest, I hope I can see Li Yunlong on TV!"