The rehearsal was actually quite simple.
Gong Juren's professional skills were currently very strong. As long as he was given a score, he could learn a song quickly.
Moreover, under Su Yu's guidance, he soon achieved a perfect understanding.
"Yu Ge, why are we singing scales here? Is the lyric not ready yet?" Gong Juren finally asked the question in his heart.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is the lyric," Su Yu said grumpily.
This song, "Qing Tian," was something he had thought about for a long time before deciding to give it to Gong Juren.
After all, it was a song by Jay Chou. Before this, apart from singing "Qing Hua Ci" for Lin Yanyu, he had sung other songs himself.
And this time, in "Qing Ge Wang," Su Yu felt that if it were the final episode, it could be considered the finals. Using "Qing Tian" for the finals was absolutely perfect.
On Earth, this song was known as an evergreen in the music industry. No matter how much time passed, this song could always be found on the charts, and sometimes it would even climb into the top three. This alone was enough to show how powerful the song was.
Furthermore, as a campus nostalgic love song, "Qing Tian" was absolutely qualified to become the youthful memory of many people.
With Su Yu's current status and position, songs offered him very little added benefit. It was better to use this song to elevate Gong Juren to the throne, which would also fulfill one of his goals.
Moreover, "Qing Tian" was not suitable for international competitions; it was more suited to the unique style of the Chinese music scene.
"Oh, oh, Yu Ge is trying something new." Gong Juren patted the guitar in front of him. "I'm already looking forward to the next episode of 'Qing Ge Wang.' Never mind the singing; the guitar intro alone has already won."
Although Gong Juren's appreciation for songs now couldn't compare to professional music critics, after being in this industry for so long, he could still discern whether a song was good or bad. Especially the intro of "Qing Tian," Gong Juren knew that once it was released, it would definitely amaze countless people!
"You're getting carried away already," Su Yu said grumpily. "Do you think Teacher Mo Yan and the others have nothing up their sleeves?"
"Yu Ge, I was just speaking casually," Gong Juren said, shrinking his neck.
He naturally knew the strength of Mo Yan and the others. After all, they were among the top performers in the Chinese music scene, and they were in the love song genre. They would definitely have something good.
Moreover, the show had given them ample time, meaning everyone could produce a masterpiece. Su Yu's advantage of writing songs quickly was gone.
...
After explaining some of the details of "Qing Tian" to Gong Juren, the latter practiced with great enthusiasm in the recording studio. Su Yu, having nothing else to do, prepared to leave Xinghui.
Just as he reached the elevator, he ran into Zhao Yuan returning.
"Getting ready to leave?" she asked, tilting her head and glancing at Su Yu.
"Yes, I'm getting ready to go back," Su Yu nodded.
"You're really comfortable being a hands-off manager," Zhao Yuan said with a wry smile. Then, she walked out of the elevator and beckoned Su Yu. "Come to my office. There's something I need to discuss with you."
Su Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and followed her.
The two passed by the composition department.
Many colleagues turned their heads to look at Su Yu.
Their eyes held deep admiration, as most of them had come to Xinghui because of Su Yu's reputation.
The Xinghui composition department had now expanded to nearly a thousand workstations, but more than half of the seats were empty, not because there were no people, but because of the unique nature of the producer's job; it was better to seek inspiration outside the company than to sit there. After all, art originated from life, and interacting more with people or things could lead to more relatable songs.
"Is Old Yuan not here today?" Su Yu glanced at the people in the composition department, not seeing many familiar faces.
He remembered that when he first joined Xinghui, Old Yuan and his colleagues had treated him very well.
However, his status had changed now. He could no longer return to the days of joking with each other.
This was unavoidable. No matter if Su Yu had changed or not, in the eyes of others, he had transformed from a colleague to a boss, and even in the professional field, he was someone they could no longer reach.
"Old Yuan was stimulated recently and is currently in seclusion, aiming for the Times Music Chart," Zhao Yuan said, shaking her head with a hint of amusement.
"What stimulation?" Su Yu raised his eyebrows.
Old Yuan was just a senior producer, yet he had such ambitious aspirations.
"Perhaps it's because there are more and more ace producers in the company, and he felt stimulated," Zhao Yuan said as she opened her office door.
Su Yu followed her in and went straight to sit on the sofa.
Zhao Yuan took out a box of tea from a nearby cabinet and began to boil water to make tea.
"Manager Zhao, what is it?" Su Yu asked curiously.
After preparing the tea, Zhao Yuan handed a cup to Su Yu and then took a stack of documents from her desk, placing them in front of Su Yu.
The latter took a sip of tea and was stunned when he looked at the documents in front of him.
"Concert plan???"
He looked up at Zhao Yuan. "Whose?"
"Yours, of course," Zhao Yuan said, a faint smile curving her lips.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, sat down next to Su Yu, and continued, "You are different from other producers. After all, besides this identity, you are also a singer, and a concert is the best way for a singer to interact with their fans."
There was no singer who didn't wish to have a solo concert, not because of the money, but because the feeling of being the center of attention and having a crowd respond to your every call was incredibly alluring.
Although the "Masked Singer" live performances were similar to concerts, they were not stages that belonged solely to Su Yu, and the audience below was not solely Su Yu's fans.
"Why do you suddenly want me to have a concert?" Su Yu asked, somewhat surprised.
"Generally speaking, in the Chinese music scene, reaching the 'King of Singers' level qualifies one to hold concerts. But you are different; you directly ascended from singer to 'God of Singers'," Zhao Yuan said, picking up the stack of documents and opening them to show Su Yu.
A plan for a massive concert with an audience of half a million people.
Su Yu was astonished again.
A concert of this scale likely couldn't be accommodated by any venue, and security work would also be a significant challenge.
"Playing this big??" he looked up at Zhao Yuan.
"A large venue was built in the capital, which can accommodate 500,000 people. The developer actively sponsored the venue for this concert, likely because they saw your popularity and wanted you to be the grand opener for their venue," Zhao Yuan said with a smile.
"So, it's free of charge?" Su Yu grasped the key point.
"Although it's a bit vulgar, you can understand it that way," Zhao Yuan gave Su Yu a sideways glance.
Venue costs are a significant expense for a concert, but in this case, the venue approached Xinghui proactively for sponsorship, meaning they could have a concert venue for 500,000 people without spending money. In the entire Chinese music scene, only Su Yu had this qualification.
"When?"
"This is just a preliminary proposal. After you agree, I'll make arrangements. After all, a concert for 500,000 people requires considerable time for reporting, and we'll need to find other sponsors. It definitely won't be happening anytime soon. The preliminary estimate is early next year," Zhao Yuan said with a smile.
Large-scale concerts like this require a long time for reporting and cooperation with sponsors. Given Su Yu's current standing in the Chinese music scene, not only would he not have to pay to hold a concert, but he would also make money.
"Alright, you handle it," Su Yu agreed after some thought.
The ten-thousand-person live performance at "Masked Singer" hadn't helped much in lifting his memory seal. This concert of half a million people should have some effect.
Early next year, "Times Music King" should have concluded, making it a good time to hold a concert.