Chapter 94: You're all set, today I won't charge anything!

Chengge wrote it?

Which city brother?

Everyone's gaze turned to Jiang Cheng, because after Ye Qing finished speaking, she looked at her male companion with shining eyes.

Is this Chengge? He wrote it? Lao Cheng is a bit hesitant; this college student has a pretty‑boy face but, unkempt, he doesn't look like someone with such feelings at all, you know.

But it seems that once one reaches a certain level upon hearing something, everyone more or less has some quirks they insist on.

The photography young lady also looked at Jiang Cheng with her big eyes sparkling.

"Little brother, I didn't expect you to be this good; are these lyrics really yours?"

"Spirit pursed its lips, didn't deny, and said: 'Do you have tools here? Let me use them, I'll work out the melody.'"

Lao Chen, upon hearing this, reached out and patted Jiang Cheng's arm, saying: 'Brother, you're being so formal!'

Those who don't know, seeing him act for his sake, still thought he would be quite familiar with Jiang Cheng.

Lao Chen continued: 'Leave composition to us; you just need to trust the lyricist. We might indeed be a bit lacking compared to you, but you should know my older brother Chen Yongwang is a gold‑level composer.'

Lao Chen finally felt he had regained some face, but to ensure he wouldn't become a freeloader again, he felt he still needed to guard against it, so he asked:

"Brother, are you a professional composer? Have you studied systematically?"

Jiang Cheng answered frankly: 'No.'

He indeed had not studied systematically.

However, long before, he had self‑taught composition, so that if he ever wanted to write a complete work, his professional level could keep up.

Upon hearing Jiang Cheng say that, Lao Chen relaxed, smiled, and said: 'That's right; leave the composition to me, old brother. If you're not satisfied later, I'll have my brother personally compose this song for you.'

"No, I'll do it." Jiang Cheng said.

"No need, no need, let me do it, brother." Lao Chen hurriedly stopped him.

"I'll do it.", Jiang Cheng said.

Lao Chen patted his chest and guaranteed: 'Let big brother come; you have to trust big brother's skill!'

The photography young lady nearby interjected: 'Just let Lao Chen come; he's professional. I often come here to shoot with him, and everyone is very satisfied with his work.'

The young lady also felt that the song just sung was truly wonderful, straight to her heart.

So, to some extent out of affection for the house and its crow, she didn't want the song's composition to be ruined; although the young man's lyrics were good, she trusted Lao Chen more for the composition.

The young man just said he hadn't studied systematically, but Lao Chen is professional! Jiang Cheng:. He looked at Ye Qing; previously he thought Ye Qing was too easygoing and couldn't refuse.

As it turned out, now it was his turn, and he realized the problem wasn't that he didn't know how to refuse—it was that he couldn't refuse! Jiang Cheng had no choice but to check Lao Chen's professional level, thinking, 'Maybe he'll actually produce something different if I don't stop him?'

The sausage had already sat down on the chair and began operating the equipment.

Jiang Cheng had already written the rhythm of the piece; he only needed to create an accompaniment based on it.

Composing would take some time, so Jiang Chen and Ye Qing sat on the outside sofa.

The photography young lady also came out.

Jiang Cheng saw him coming and simply turned his face away.

He didn't want to look.

If she hadn't just interrupted, I might have refused.

The young lady leaned on the sofa armrest, her legs crossed, her high heels tilted.

Jiang Cheng didn't want to hear her explanation; he just wanted her to leave quickly… 'When you're done, don't you have to go back to your shop?'

The young lady stopped fiddling with her high heels and said: 'I will go back, but I want to hear what effect that song plus accompaniment has.'

Jiang Cheng said nothing.

After busying for about an hour, Lao Chen hurried out and said: 'It's done; everyone come listen.'

As Jiang Cheng walked past him, he reached out and patted Jiang Cheng's shoulder hard twice, saying: 'Brother, after you listen you'll know I guarantee you'll be satisfied!'

A group of people then went into the workroom outside the recording studio again.

The mixer had already prepared the trial listening; Ye Qing and Jiang Cheng brought the headphones.

Hearing the song with accompaniment coming from inside, Ye Qing's eyes flashed; frankly, she was quite satisfied!

"Hey, little brother, can I listen?" the photography young lady said, unable to hold back.

Jiang Cheng gave her the headphones.

The young lady put on the headphones, leaned her upper body on the workbench, and arched her lower back as if she could place a bottle of water there.

As soon as she heard it, she turned her head, her eyes going 'gurgle-gurgle', expressing her excitement.

After listening to two more sections, the young lady gripped both sides of the headphones and said: 'I told you Old Cheng's technique is fine; his composition is definitely not a problem!'

Lao Chen stood beside, his eyes full of smug intention, occasionally glancing at Jiang Cheng.

He wasn't afraid of anything else; he just feared Jiang Cheng would bring up his past freeloading again. After everyone put down their headphones, Lao Chen said confidently: 'How about it, brother, are you satisfied this time?'

As for the lyrics, his are indeed not as good as Jiang Cheng's; he can't deny that.

As a professional, he still has the ability to judge; he can't just spout nonsense.

But when it comes to composition, to an amateur like him, that's nowhere near good enough in front of him! He's already waiting for Jiang Cheng's praise.

But Jiang Cheng said: 'Just so‑so, nothing wrong, but it lacks flavor.'

'No flavor?' Lao Chen widened his eyes, simply unable to believe these words came from Jiang Cheng's mouth at 37 degrees!

Is he pretending? Lao Chen was left speechless by Jiang Cheng's single sentence.

The mixer also looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, thinking Jiang Cheng might be a sophomore unwilling to admit others' excellence.

The photography young lady spoke bluntly: 'It's this good, yet you say it lacks flavor—do you actually like strong flavor?'

Is he showing off? Lao Chen was left speechless by Jiang Cheng's one sentence.

The tuner also looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, thinking he might be a sophomore unwilling to admit others' excellence.

The straightforward photography lady said, "It's so good, yet you say it has no flavor—could it be you like strong flavors?"

Jiang Cheng:. Ye Qing, who stood beside and never spoke, said: "I trust Chengge's judgment!"

Lao Chen turned his head and looked toward Ye Qing.

This girl is beyond saving; she was born with such a pretty face for nothing, and will be dumped by this scumbag.

"Brother, since you say mine has no flavor, you must have something flavorful?"

"Otherwise you come and do it; if you do it better than my accompaniment, I, Lao Chen, will keep my word and not charge any fees today!"

(End of chapter)