"Boss, what you mean is that you are asking these people to post posters." Yan Qing, a tall and thin man with glasses, asked.

Zhuo nodded, "Of course, otherwise what do you think I asked you to ask a bunch of people to do? Each person brings hundreds of posters, divided into 180 dots, paste all the places that can be pasted, and the taxi will be spread out, and all the fares will be reimbursed. Remember, the more prominent the place you post, the better. After the matter is finished, please ask his food stall! Take a shower and knock on bones, remember to post them beautifully."

"I understand..." Yan Qing took Zhuo Yi's money and left.

He looked at it secretly and glanced at it again. There were five Zhas, which was about 500,000 yuan. He asked these migrant workers to post posters, and each person could give it two or three hundred yuan to dispose of it. That was less than 100,000 yuan. Then it wouldn't cost much to eat and take a bath. The material cost for printing the poster may cost about 300,000 yuan, so he could earn tens of thousands of yuan! This guy felt secretly happy.

I secretly sighed that the big boss is the big boss, and I am generous! If the former general manager, I must let the finance department record every expense carefully and want to make some money, hehe, go to the well to catch the moon!

...

"Okay, the photo poster has been taken. Everyone has changed their clothes and changed into a more relaxed casual outfit." Zhuo Yi said with a smile, and finally the first one. He, from later generations, knew the importance of promotional advertisements very much. Then he saw the little Jew Zhou Huimin secretly rubbing the beautiful necklaces in the makeup box. Zhuo Yi felt quite powerless. How could this little girl be so greedy for money?

"Little Jewish, put the jewelry back quickly. Take off the piece on your neck and put it in. The photo has been taken. You are wearing such a heavy necklace and don't feel heavy! I'll let someone deduct it from your salary." Zhuo Yi threatened.

"Hmph!" Zhou Huimin, a little petite little girl who is a little rich, pouted her red mouth, and turned pale. "A stingy boss, I always get a salary to scare people. I will change jobs one day." It seemed as if I felt that my tone was not good enough. I wrinkled my little face, pretended to be vicious, and said loudly: "I really know how to change jobs."

Zhuo Yi sneered. Among all Hong Kong music companies, the employees of "Dingfengbo Audio" are definitely one of the best. It would be strange if Zhou Huimin, a calculating little fan, would change jobs.

"Okay. Okay, time is urgent. Everyone will come to Lao Xu's office immediately. I have something to arrange." Zhuo Yi said sternly.

....

The General Manager’s Office of ‘Dingfengbo Audio and Image’.

"Jiaju, for this concert, I plan to let your band sing five songs. Three old songs, two new songs, and three old songs. You can make your own decisions and choose what you are best at. I will write the new song for you now." Zhuo Yi picked up a guitar and spoke.

"There are new songs?" Several guys in Huang Jiaju and his band nodded like chickens pecking at rice, and they were so happy to join the boss. They had personal experience of Zhuo Yi's musical talent. They became famous only by Zhuo Yi's lyrics and music compilation. They knew very well what Zhuo Yi meant to write lyrics and compositions himself, which meant that there was a push at a time, pushing you to music peaks one after another.

Zhang Xueyou felt bitter in his heart. The direct line is the direct line! Unlike those who have just changed jobs, who are not from their fathers or their parents, this guy never feels that his singing skills are worse than others. All he has worse is luck and songs that suit him. What can a singer who covers other people's songs all day long have? If he is willing to make a song for himself on the "Eleventh Day", he can definitely soar to the sky and let the whole Hong Kong know his abilities.

But Zhuo Yi is also very strange to write lyrics and compositions! Why don’t you sit down at the desk? Pick up a pen, a guitar, play, try, write? Just take a guitar and go to the singing stage?

"I don't have time to compose music and write lyrics for you one by one. If you don't write songs in another way, please concentrate on me and remember every lyric, every change note, every tune, every tune. I can't remember you. I'll sing it again." As soon as Zhuo Yi finished speaking, he played the guitar in his hand.

Suddenly, a wonderful sound came from the guitar...

"A pair that cannot be modified

Bring out warmth is always behind

Even if it is long-winded, always pay attention

I feel guilty if I don't know how to cherish

She doesn't appreciate it when she is immersed in the scales

Mother's love never gives up

Determined to struggle in your heart

My kindness can always be repaid."

When Zhuo Yi's voice sounded, everyone listened closely and truly shockedly to feel Zhuo Yi's superb singing skills. Zhuo Yi's voice was so thick and strong, like an intoxicating spirit...

However, what was really shocking for everyone was that what Zhuo Yi just said, "Is it like this to write songs in another way?" No need to try again and again, write repeatedly, and try again and again, don't you have to think about the main melody? No need to spin the sound, no need to find the rhythm, no need to think about the lyrics one by one?

Is it so amazing that geniuses write songs like this? Zhang Xueyou, Chen Huixian, Lin Yilian and others stared wide. If they were to admire the musical talent of "Eleventh" at the beginning, then they are now convinced and worshipped. This is amazing. When he sang the first lyrics, he already thought of the second lyrics, and then when he sang the second lyrics, he thought of the third lyrics, and so on, and even the last lyrics? What agile and flexible brain this requires!

But soon, Zhang Xueyou and the others overturned the speculation just now, because Zhuo Yi's lyrics are all connected by the past and the future, with a profound artistic conception, and it is impossible to cram the moment you finish one sentence and then do the next. Such a coherent lyrics can only be written at one time. Then say, "Eleven" was when you played the guitar, and at that moment you thought about all the tunes and all the lyrics of the whole song.

Is this still the human head? Zhang Xueyou and others were so shocked that they felt deeply powerless about a person for the first time. Perhaps, geniuses are like this!

Zhou Huimin didn't think so much. The little girl held her heart in her hands and stared at Zhuo Yi who was singing excitedly. Huang Jiaju and others were of course very shocked, but she didn't dare to think too much. She carefully remembered every song and every lyrics of Zhuo Yi.

Zhuo Yi's voice suddenly became louder.

"What a warm gaze it is yours

Teach me to look forward to the future

Tell me not to give up when I fall

Can't explain how to repay all your kindness

Love is infinite

Please let me say I really love you."

....,

Zhuo Yi did not lie, and stopped singing it once, which made Zhang Xueyou and others feel unsatisfied. This song "Really Love You" was originally a Cantonese song that Zhuo Yi liked very much in later generations. At this time, he sang it in front of the original creator. Zhuo Yi, a shameless guy, did not blush at all, especially looking at the admiration of Huang Jiaju and others, this guy enjoyed it quite.

"Remember it all! You go to the music creation room to practice yourself. Don't change the direction of the big picture. You can add more concentrated accompaniment to the instrument, strengthen the rhythm, and then assign the lyrics yourself. Whoever sings that part? Anyway, you can go in with it yourself!" Zhuo Yi paused and said, "Go quickly! You can copy the lyrics first, and then practice the exercise in with it slowly. Remember that you only have one hour. After an hour, I will make another new song for you."

"Ah? One hour?" Huang Jiaju and others said in surprise, and they cried in their hearts: "Do you think we are you! You want to practice a song in an hour, and we are not gods." But they never dared to say that, and immediately said with a serious look on their faces: "I understand, we will practice hard."

He quickly picked up a piece of white paper and a black pen beside him and ran to the music room. He ran and shouted: "Tell me to look forward with determination..."

"Okay, Zhang Xueyou." Zhuo turned his head and said.

When Zhang Xueyou heard Zhuo Yi call out his name, he was so excited that he was about to jump up, "It's time for me, it's finally my turn. As long as Zhuo Yi writes a song for himself, it's enough. Too many singers in the music circle become famous by one song, and as long as Zhuo Yi writes a song for himself, he is satisfied."

"You Zhang Xueyou, go downstairs and buy me a pack of cigarettes and come back..." Unfortunately, what Zhuo said was not what Zhang Xueyou dreamed of.

"Ah??, what?" Zhang Xueyou said distressedly. He thought he had heard it wrong.

Zhuo Yi repeated it again, storming Zhang Xueyou's dream without leaving a drop. "Go quickly, you only have ten minutes. I'm addicted to smoking. Within ten minutes, if I can't smoke cigarettes, I will kill people."

"I understand" Zhang Xueyou said weakly and left the office like a wandering soul.

Next, Zhuo once again explained to the three women what a genius is and what a real musical genius is.

Zhuo Yi wrote her famous song "At least You", "When Love Is Been a Past" and a very passionate song "Crazy", and three more famous songs were born in a short time.

Because Chen Huixian already had a few songs Zhuo Yi had made, Zhuo Yi no longer bothered and only made one song "Night Player" and stopped making new songs.

Zhou Huimin looked at Zhuo Yi with red eyes. She was really sad now. Zhuo Yi, a carefree man, was in vain that he got up so early this morning and went to buy breakfast for him. He still ran far away, including the cheapest fried dough and the most delicious lean meat porridge I bought.

This guy doesn't remember her at all, hum! I won't pay attention to him anymore.
Chapter completed!