You Made Me a Superstar Chapter 342

   Chapter 342 Shocked, no reason, what happened to this guy!

   Wu Zhenhong retired three months ago.

  Since his debut in the 1970s, he has been very tired from scoring countless movies. After tossing "The Grandmaster" for the scourge of Huang Jiacheng, he felt that his body was completely hollowed out.

  Retirement days are very enjoyable.

Every day I sleep until I wake up naturally, play Tai Chi, bask in the sun in the courtyard of my villa, read the newspaper, travel around on a private plane when I feel interested, meet those old and old friends by the way, chat and brag , not to mention how magical it is.

   He owns a villa on the hillside of Kowloon on Hong Kong Island, which is usually vacant, but at this time it is very lively.

   Countless media, reporters, spectators and so-called fans were eagerly waiting, almost surrounding the entire villa.

  The villa is huge.

  So the noise at the door will not affect the quietness of the villa.

  As the sun sets in the west, row upon row of rockeries surround the trails, and the clear bottom of the lake reflects the pavilions and pavilions.

  Wu Zhenhong looked at John Williams beside Zhou Yang in surprise, greeted him warmly, held his hand cordially, and said a lot.

   An hour ago.

   Zhou Yang called him and said he wanted to bring a guest over.

   He didn't care at first, just nodded and said it, but when the door was pushed open and saw the tall figure of John Williams, Wu Zhenhong was stunned.

  John Williams is definitely a rare guest for Wu Zhenhong. Under the light of the setting sun, Wu Zhenhong, who was originally leisurely, had a sense of brilliance in chatting and laughter, and there was no white ding in his contacts.

   But then he was shocked.

   It was unbelievable that Zhou Yang was able to invite someone like John Williams, and from the appearance of the two, it seemed that the two were on an equal footing.

  When Zhou Yang took out his notebook and showed Wu Zhenhong a melody, Wu Zhenhong's eyes widened.

   Then, he looked at Zhou Yang as if he was looking at a monster!

"all these are……"

   "No, not yet, there are still some melodies..."

"There are many?"

   "I don't know, but still, by the way, Mr. Wu, do you know the saxophone?"

   "Yes, but not very good at it, what's wrong?"

   "It's nothing, I need to rely on the sound of the saxophone to inspire something, by the way, what other instruments do you have in your music room?"

   "There are many, what do you need?"

   "Is there an ocarina?"

"No……"

"All right."

   "What do you want to do?"

   "There is a fragment of the ocarina, I want to get him out..."

  Wu Zhenhong never dreamed that Zhou Yang would suddenly give himself such a thing when he retired for a few months.

   He glanced at John Williams inexplicably.

   He seemed to feel that his supposedly leisurely retirement life was no longer peaceful.

  Some people think the night is short.

   But some people feel that the night is extremely long.

  Django tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, the shadow of John Williams getting into the car next to Zhou Yang was always in his mind.

   Cheers and noises intersected in his ears, and he felt extremely harsh, with anger and jealousy all over his body, making him almost unable to hold his emotions in front of the camera.

   "Why is this happening?"

   He flipped through Zhou Yang's resume over and over again, every word was like a knife, stabbed into the depths of his heart and suffocated him.

   After a long night, he thought about it in the hotel on Hong Kong Island in the middle of the night. He couldn't understand why Zhou Yang suddenly arranged music, and the arranged music made John Williams interested.

   The resume is very simple and ordinary, but since "The Bottom of the Mine", Django feels that Zhou Yang seems to be hanging all the way, and every experience has broken his cognition!

   "This is not logical!"

   "It's really illogical!"

   "It doesn't make sense. Even if he has studied music, he has just learned it. It is impossible for him to make up a world-famous song as soon as he comes into contact with music, right? Isn't this just throwing my IQ into the trash can?"

"Is that human being?"

"Grass!"

   Three in the morning.

   With disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, he muttered to himself in confusion.

   Even some don't believe in science.

   Then, he called Cao Bangguo.

  Cao Bangguo is investigating Zhou Yang.

   What happened today is so unbelievable that Cao Bangguo, who has seen the wind and waves, feels incredible. Even if he knows that there is An Xiao's background behind Zhou Yang, he still feels that he is missing something.

   The call was connected quickly.

   "Uncle Cao, have you investigated anything?"

   "I can't find out, his parents are very ordinary, but his grandfather Zhou Chonghua has a military background and has a lot of military exploits..."

"what about others?"

"there is none left."

   "What's the response from John Williams?"

   "There is no answer, the phone has been unanswered, Xiao Jiang, I have bad news for you, John Williams' assistant doesn't seem to be interested in the soundtrack of "Dark Walker" anymore."

   "Ah, this, this..."

  Django lowered his head.

   He, who was supposed to be the protagonist, inexplicably became Zhou Yang's supporting role, or even an irrelevant passerby.

   That is a feeling of making wedding dresses for others.

  Why him again!

   Outside the house, a bright moon shines.

Inside the house, Django felt that his heart was slowly sinking, and a sense of suffocation and depression began to grow stronger. But he didn't feel anything at all. Compared with the pain in his body, the emotion in his heart was many times stronger!

   He hated Zhou Yang, the hatred in his bones!

  Before he met Zhou Yang, he had always been a highly anticipated successful man, the pride of heaven in the eyes of all elders, the first of the six generations of directors in the future, and the leader of future films.

   And now...

   He felt that Zhou Yang was a thief who stole his life, not only stole his life, but also destroyed everything about him!

   "I don't know what tricks you used, but!"

   "You can't beat me by doing this!"

   "You think this will make me submit? Impossible, I will take back everything I lost!"

   "You're lucky, but you can't be lucky all the time."

   gritted his teeth, his teeth rattled.

   Jealousy turned into motivation and flooded his whole body. He had never been as eager to succeed as he is now, and even more eager to stomp Zhou Yang under his feet.

   Time passes by little by little.

   Finally got through the oppressive and suffocating darkness and ushered in the dawn.

   Django, who stayed up all night, didn't feel tired, but walked out of the hotel in great spirits, got in the car and drove towards the "Night Walker" crew.

   But I don't know if it's an illusion or what, he always feels that the eyes of the kings and queens in the crew are very weird...

   That must be an illusion.

   he reminded himself.

   then forced a smile and started arranging all the work in the crew.

   Lunch was a half-hour break, and he saw a few news items.

  【John Williams is interested in "Infernal Affairs", or will join the soundtrack of "Infernal Affairs"? 】

  [James Bond came to Hong Kong from the old United States and stayed in the "Infernal Affairs" crew for a long time. It seems that he intends to invite Zhou Yang to be the film consultant of the new film "Jaws"? 】

   Django, who was holding on strongly, instantly collapsed after seeing these news.

  The melody of the piano played slowly and melodiously.

  John Williams played the piano, skilled and noble.

  Saxophone's voice is full of nostalgia for the past and longing for home.

  Wu Zhenhong played that melody and immersed himself in it in the music room, as if returning to that summer many years ago, that old house.

  James Bond was sitting in a chair, drinking coffee and enjoying the wonderful music, which was quite enjoyable.

   As if an era has quietly been born.

   Zhou Yang listened to the melody and wrote it over and over again.

   There was a sense of honor in his heart.

   At the same time, like a sponge, it madly and greedily absorbs all the nutrients it can absorb.

   These characters all help compose their own music, provide themselves with what they call "inspiration" as much as possible, and teach themselves the styles and tunes that each instrument is good at.

   Before I knew it, it was dawn.

  Some people have a hard night.

   And some people's nights are full of unprecedented beauty.

  Wu Zhenhong kindly greeted John Williams and James Bond to rest, while Zhou Yang wrote the notes of "victory" in spirit.

  With the help and guidance of these people, Zhou Yang felt that he had opened the door to a new world, and gold was everywhere.

  At noon, he came out of the music room.

   Just saw John Williams chatting with James Bond and Wu Zhenhong. When he saw himself coming, John Williams stood up and showed a smile.

   "Mr. Zhou Yang...Is it convenient to talk to you about something?"

"what?"

   "Do you need a soundtrack for your "Infernal Affairs" movie? I can act as a soundtrack consultant for the film at any time during the filming, no matter how long the film takes, until you have a complete score! But..."

   "But what?"

"Actually, a few years ago, I was thinking of preparing for a grand symphony concert of the century. There are too many ordinary classic repertoires and too many musicians to play, which can't cause any shock, let alone surpass those seniors, so I think..." After John Williams finished speaking, he paused for a while and looked at Zhou Yang with burning eyes: "I want to wait for your "victory", "Going Home" and other full versions of music to come out, I hope to be able to What do you think of getting the first performance of the symphony and the rights to the arrangement?"

   "Huh?" Zhou Yang looked at John Williams' expression a little stunned, then nodded subconsciously.

  If John William Pusken stayed until the end of the filming, he would definitely learn more about the music, and even the full version of some of the tracks in his mind might actually be able to come out with their help!

   (end of this chapter)

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