Chapter 36 Stealing a Song

Chapter 36 Stealing a Song

Chapter 36 Stealing a Song

Since it is the most inconspicuous type and there is the shadow of a violent organization behind it, KSE Entertainment naturally cannot get any support from the government. Therefore, the operation of the company is actually quite difficult.

Let’s put it this way, calling it an entertainment company is actually a bit of a misnomer. It would be more appropriate to define it as a medium-sized wedding performance company. These seven girls come from poor families and have terrible academic performance.

The reason why they were so afraid of Zhao Chenghao was entirely because their families owed them money. On the one hand, they were trainees with some unrealistic fantasies, hoping to become stars or idols one day, and on the other hand, they were working to pay off their debts.

All in all, it was Zhao Jingsheng who insisted on running this company. If it weren't for him, this company would probably be just a facade.

The company has no money, no scale, and naturally no resources. Therefore, when Zhao Jingsheng heard An Rushong say that he had a friend who was a music producer, he naturally couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

"My friend's last name is Wen, and his name is Wen Taizhen," An Rusong said casually, "He's just a newcomer, not very famous, and Brother Jingsheng must have never heard of him."

Well, Zhao Jingsheng certainly hadn’t heard of it, so he was a little disappointed.

"I have indeed never heard of it," Zhao Jingsheng said perfunctorily, his interest instantly gone, "Does he have any works? If you have time, you can bring them to me to listen to."

He paused and hesitated for a moment before saying, "If it's really good, we can buy it."

"Okay, okay, Brother Jingsheng," An Rushong hurriedly saluted the other party and said with a smile.

"Okay, let's go," Zhao Jingsheng waved his hand impatiently, signaling him to get out.

Following Zhao Chenghao out of the dance studio, An Rushong closed the door, then he let out a soft breath and slowly turned around.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, he came face to face with Zhao Chenghao who was standing in front of him. The other party stared at him with his small eyes.

An Rusong was startled and instinctively dodged to the side, saying, "What are you doing?!"

"Tell me the truth, your friend is imaginary, right?" Zhao Chenghao asked, still staring at him closely.

"How is that possible?" An Rushong said with a concealed smile.

"Then don't hesitate, tell me your friend's name." Zhao Chenghao grabbed his arm, dragged him back to his side, and asked.

"Wen Taizhen," An Rushong licked his lips and said.

The tone of his voice when he said this was not very sure, because the name he just made up was just random, and he was also frightened by Zhao Chenghao when he went out, so he was distracted and a little unsure.

"Haha," Zhao Chenghao looked at him with a half-smile and asked, "Tell me, what on earth are you doing?"

He dragged An Rusong towards the stairs, and after they were away from the dance studio, he continued, "I'm telling you, don't try to fool my brother Jingsheng. He is such a..."

Pointing at his head, he said, "He's not quite right mentally. Don't be fooled by his nervous appearance. If we fight, even ten of you are no match for him."

"He has an obsession in his mind now," Zhao Chenghao continued to mutter as he walked down the stairs, "He is thinking about making this broken company bigger and stronger. If you play tricks on him, he will definitely not let you go. If he wants to sink you into the Han River, I can't stop him."

"Why would I tease Brother Jingsheng for no reason?" An Rushong told the truth, "Well, I really don't have such a friend."

"You!" Zhao Chenghao stopped and stared at me with his small eyes.

"Listen to what I have to say," An Rushong dragged him towards the office and explained, "The friend I'm talking about is actually me."

"Yourself?" Zhao Chenghao was almost laughing at him. "Are you trying to tell me that you can write songs and compose music? Huh?!"

"It's true that I can't write songs or compose music, but I have inspiration. Do you know what talent is? Do you know what God has given you?" An Rushong said shamelessly.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Chenghao had already reached the office door, kicked the door open and asked.

"I mean, I have some melodies in my head from time to time," An Rusong began to describe theology, "and my idea is that we can find two people who know how to transcribe music, and I can hum these tunes."

"Rushong, are you serious?" Zhao Chenghao dragged him into the office and closed the door.

"What do you think?" An Rushong looked at him and spread his hands.

"Okay, okay," Zhao Chenghao walked to his desk, tiptoed, sat down on the desk, stared at An Rushong, and said, "Since you are so serious, then hum a song for me, um. Hum a song God gave you." He made an incomprehensible gesture with one hand, and finally said, "Melody!"

An Rushong was not going to be timid in front of this guy. He walked two steps to the back of the desk, sat down in the boss's chair, grabbed a pen and a stack of notes, and started writing.

Zhao Chenghao didn't even look at him. He just sat on the table, leisurely took out a pack of cigarettes, and slowly lit one for himself.

An Rusong was still writing without stopping after smoking half a cigarette. Zhao Chenghao was getting impatient. He jumped off the table, put his hands on it, and urged: "Rusong, it seems that God is feeding you a little slowly. Is it because you eat too much?"

He was mocking people, implying that An Rushong was a good-for-nothing.

Just at this time, An Rusong had also finished writing. He looked up at the other party, snorted, and quickly tore off three pages of paper from the notepad. With a bang, he slapped Zhao Chenghao on the chest. At the same time, he stood up from the chair and said proudly, "Look, these are the lyrics. Listen to Brother Rusong sing them for you!"

Zhao Chenghao raised his hand to hold down the three pieces of note paper. Then, before he could take the papers off his chest, he saw An Rushong bending his legs like a thief, raising his hands in front of his chin, and snapping his fingers rhythmically with both hands alternately. At the same time, he made a "thump thump thump" sound with his mouth to imitate drum beats.

That obscene look made Zhao Chenghao burst out laughing.

"What is this?!" He didn't even care about the three pieces of paper on his chest, he just pointed at An Rushong and laughed.

An Rushong ignored him and just immersed himself in his own world.

After making a few "thump thump" sounds in his mouth, he actually pinched his throat and sang: "ooooh, when we first met, ohhhhh"

"Haha, Rushong, are you trying to make me laugh to death?" Zhao Chenghao was still laughing.

".I am anxious and worried, looking for you everywhere as my prey." An Rushong swung his arms with greater and greater amplitude, and, as he hummed, he also snapped his fingers rhythmically.

Zhao Chenghao's laughter became smaller. As a person who often goes to nightclubs, he vaguely noticed that An Rusong was not doing a funny show. He seemed to be dancing a retro style dance, but this dance was too seductive and not suitable for men. If it was a woman.
At this moment, An Rusong's voice suddenly rose, and a sentence in English popped out of his mouth: "Tell me why"

I don't know why, but Zhao Chenghao felt a current running down the back of his neck, and his whole body went numb in an instant. Oh, this melody.
Something!

He seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly squatted down to look for the note paper. After picking it up, he glanced at it quickly, and then began to hum along with An Rusong, unconsciously.

After walking around the narrow office twice, An Rusong suddenly stopped when he saw Zhao Chenghao snapping his fingers. He clapped his hands twice and asked confidently, "Brother Chenghao, how is it?"

Zhao Chenghao smacked his lips and made a "tsk" sound. He looked at the note paper in his hand again and asked instead of answering, "What's the name of this song?"

"Lion heart," An Rusong replied.

That’s right, the song he sang with his throat pinched was exactly “Lion Heart” which belonged to Girls’ Generation in their previous life.

In his previous life, An Rushong had indeed listened to quite a few Korean songs and had a certain understanding of the little stories about the Korean entertainment industry, but if you asked him to tell you which song was released in which year, he really couldn't figure it out.

The reason why he brought out this song was because he knew that this song was definitely not released this year, because Girls' Generation only debuted this year.

"I can't really say whether this song is good or not," Zhao Chenghao scratched his chin as he looked at the lyrics on the note paper and said, "But I quite like it. It suits my taste."

He walked around to the back of the desk and sat down. He placed three pieces of note paper on the desk, took another look, and said, "Well, let's do as you said. Let's find someone to get it out, and then let Brother Jingsheng take it and try it out."

"If it really works, let Brother Jingsheng thank you properly," he said and went to get the phone.

"Hey, remember, this belongs to my friend. Yes, his name is Wen Taizhen, a novice music producer." An Rushong quickly reminded him.

Zhao Chenghao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled: "Okay, let's do as you say, Wen Taizhen."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, and he smiled to himself.

An Rushong didn't bother to care what he was laughing at. This guy was a lunatic. Anyone who wanted to peek into the inner world of a lunatic would be not far from being a lunatic himself.

An Rusong didn't have much thought about stealing a song from Girls' Generation in advance. It was just a bad taste of his. He didn't think that Zhao Jingsheng could make those seven girls famous just by this song. After all, there are too many factors to consider for a girl group to become popular.

However, what if this girl group that was supposed to be unknown actually became popular? Wouldn’t that be very interesting?

(End of this chapter)