The Liang Yin Band

Tian Yang immediately gave a bitter smile. Even Brother Da Fei had times when money was tight!

Liang Yin said, "It's fine! You rest. The results are what matter most—we're not short on money!"

Tian Yang was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Big Breasted Sister to be the investor.

What entertainment company is she the boss of? I've never seen her before!

She was quite pretty, though. Could Brother Da Fei have been kept by a rich woman?

Lin Chudong said, "No need. Let's start directly. Just give me ten minutes to warm up my voice."

Following Lin Chudong's instructions, the recording began. Beautiful accompaniment filled the room, followed by the start of the vocal recording.

"Let Me, bring tears to my eyes, not just last night's wine."

"..."

Three minutes later, Tian Yang said, "That was a one-take success. Brother Fei, the result is quite good."

"Play it once so I can listen."

Lin Chudong put on the headphones, picked up a pen, and began taking notes.

After listening through it once, he took off the headphones.

"Record it again. I'll redo the second measure of the second verse and the third measure of the chorus. Just record the whole thing. Take those two measures' tracks out separately and edit them together."

"Understood."

Tian Yang couldn't help admiring him. Even though everything already sounded perfect, Brother Fei still wanted to record it again.

He had encountered singers before who refused to record a second take even when they had clearly gone off-key in places. There was no choice but to have a sound engineer fix it in post-production.

Putting everything else aside, that level of dedication absolutely deserved respect.

Tian Yang had wanted to ask why he had been kicked out of the band, but in the end, he still didn't say it.

The accompaniment took two hours to record, and the vocals took another two hours. It took more than thirty attempts before everything passed. It was clear how strict he was about music.

After listening to it once, Liang Yin and Wang Zhi were both extremely satisfied.

At three thousand an hour, the Recording Studio had not been a waste of money. The quality of this voice was so good that merely listening made one's ears feel pregnant.

"Good. Now we just have to wait for the paperwork to be approved before we can release it!"

Although Liang Yin hadn't done any of the work, she still felt greatly relieved.

"By the way, what name should we release this song under? We need to come up with a band name, right?"

"Sure."

"What should we call it? Do you have any good ideas? Can we borrow some of Da Fei Band's popularity? Maybe call it A Fei Band?"

"Probably not."

"Then do you have a good name?"

"No."

"What do you think of Liang Yin Band?"

"Sure."

Hearing their conversation, the corner of Wang Zhi's mouth twitched. They had decided on the band's name that easily?

Naming the band after the boss's wife? Wasn't that too hasty?

"Um, Brother Fei, is there really no chance for me to become the guitarist?"

Lin Chudong patted Wang Zhi on the shoulder. "There really isn't."

Good grief, he was really direct!

"Fine. Then I'll switch to bass. Save me a spot."

"Sure. Practice, and I'll teach you when I have time."

Wang Zhi was an honest, straightforward, rather rigid person, and the same was true of his guitar playing.

His technique was quite good. He was steady and had a strong sense of rhythm, making him very suitable to be a bassist.

Bands had never valued bassists much in the past, but in reality, it was a crucial position. The bass was what controlled the entire performance.

Without bass, it was like eating a sumptuous feast without eating rice.

If Wang Zhi got the hang of it, he could do it.

Liang Yin took the opportunity to ask, "Da Fei, what about me? Teach me. Maybe I could be the drummer."

Lin Chudong said, "The drummer is the heart of a band. It's very important."

After waiting for a long while without hearing anything else, Liang Yin's face filled with confusion.

And then?

Keep talking! It's very important, so shouldn't you tell me to work hard or something? What do you mean, there's nothing after that?!

Seeing Liang Yin's expression, Lin Chudong gave a bitter smile.

"You're the boss's wife. You're very busy."

"True..." Liang Yin pursed her lips, somewhat dissatisfied. Her hands subconsciously wrapped around her arms again, slightly lifting the heavy weight there.

"By the way, can you get Su Yulin to join our band once her contract expires?" Liang Yin grew excited. Su Yulin was her Most Liked celebrity. If she could recruit her into Liang Yin Band, it would definitely make them even stronger.

Lin Chudong shook his head. "Leaving aside whether you can afford her annual salary, can you provide her with all those Variety show opportunities?"

"You don't have any resources at all. What would she come here for, to live on coarse food and plain vegetables?"

Liang Yin immediately became dejected. It was true—she had nothing. Even if she offered enough money, the other party might not come.

Look at Shen Jianbin. Even a keyboardist like him could become a mentor on The Voice. She hadn't even seen the auditions for The Voice, so how could she possibly get such a top-level drummer to join?

"Then what should we do? We need to recruit musicians, right?"

Lin Chudong said, "Yes. Since we've already started, let's begin recruiting. First, recruit a drummer and a keyboardist. Set the monthly salary at around seven thousand—don't go overboard—and add five percent of performance fees. Recruit the drummer as you see fit. The keyboardist has only one requirement: they must be proficient in classical piano."

Wang Zhi asked, "Why does the keyboardist need to be proficient in classical piano?"

Lin Chudong said, "Why are you, a bassist, asking so many questions? Order takeout for us later. I'm having Braised Chicken."

Liang Yin said, "I'm having spicy hot pot."

Wang Zhi: ...

Wasn't this bullying an honest man?

Early the next morning, Lin Chudong had just gotten up when he checked the Treasure Chest. It would be ready to open in a few hours, sometime today.

While he was brushing his teeth, Liang Yin pushed the door open and walked right in.

"Da Fei, I found a drummer!"

Lin Chudong tugged up his pants and said helplessly, "Sis, don't you knock before coming in? What if I'd been using the toilet?"

Looking at Lin Chudong's bare upper body, the sharply defined muscles on his arms, his two square-cut pectoral muscles, and his faintly visible abs, Liang Yin's cheeks flushed.

"A true man shouldn't fuss over trivialities. The drummer's here, so come out and take a look!"

With a red face, Liang Yin hurried back out.

Lin Chudong was helpless. Why was this boss's wife so absentminded? They said big breasts meant a small brain—could that really be true? Having a clueless boss would be a disaster.

After washing up and getting dressed, he went outside.

Beside the Drum kit on the second floor sat a very well-behaved-looking girl. She wore light-blue jeans and a pink hoodie, with twin ponytails. She looked to be just over twenty, and her face carried a trace of awkwardness and nervousness.

"Da Fei, let me introduce you. This is my high school classmate, Jia Lu, and she's your fan."

Jia Lu stood up and rubbed the hem of her clothes with both hands. She looked up at Lin Chudong, then quickly lowered her gaze again.

"Hello, Brother Fei. I'm Jia Lu, your fan."

She had already said it once, but Jia Lu repeated it herself. She really did look nervous.

"You're really my fan?"

"I am! The genuine article. I repost every one of your updates!" Jia Lu said with a serious expression.

She was probably one of those few tens of thousands of fans.

Normally, any updates from the band were posted through the company's official band account. Lin Chudong's account was private, and he usually only reposted things, so the fans were all over there, with relatively few following him personally.

She reposted every update on his private account. It seemed she really was a die-hard fan.

"Thank you for your support. But this isn't a fan meeting this time—it's an audition for a drummer. You don't need to be nervous."

Jia Lu lowered her head and clasped her hands together, her thumbs endlessly circling one another.

"Y-you saying that makes me even more nervous."