As soon as she got up the next day, Su Youmeng found Uncle Zhang's recording studio according to the address given by Uncle Zhang.
"Xiao Mengmeng, it's been a long time! I remember the last time I saw you, you were just up to my chest, and now you've grown so tall that you've reached my shoulders!"
Uncle Zhang greeted Su Youmeng very warmly, then brought Su Youmeng to the office and ordered someone to prepare tea.
He and Su Qingyu were comrades in arms. After they were discharged from the army, the relationship between the two was still very good. It would be no exaggeration to say that Su Youmeng was the one he grew up watching.
When Su Youmeng was young, he would visit Su Youmeng every once in a while. Because he had no daughter but only two sons, he liked Su Youmeng very much.
He treated her like a goddaughter. However, as Su Youmeng grew up and his studies were arduous, his career also improved step by step, so gradually, he went to see Su Youmeng less often.
"Uncle Zhang is becoming more and more handsome and younger!"
"Hahaha... You are still so sweet with your little mouth! It's not like my two sons who seem to have a grudge against me all day long. If you don't worry, you will be so angry that I will almost die." Uncle Zhang was killed by Su. The young and cute girl was so excited that she threw her head back and laughed heartily.
Zhang Su's laughter echoed throughout the room.
At this time, the staff in the recording studio brought the tea to Su Youmeng as instructed, and then withdrew.
Uncle Zhang picked up the tea cup in front of him, smoothed it with the lid, and then took a sip: "Well... this tea tastes good."
Then she put down the tea cup in her hand and motioned to Su Youmeng to taste her cup.
"You're welcome, Pinpin. I don't come to this recording studio very often. I asked them to buy these teas temporarily. I wasn't disappointed. The taste is pretty good!"
Su Youmeng smiled, obediently picked up the tea in front of her, took a sip, and then put down the cup.
"It's really delicious. Uncle Zhang still loves tea so much. Some time ago, someone gave my dad a box of fine tea. To see when Zhang Su would return to Kyoto, I secretly took it out and gave it to Uncle Zhang without telling my dad!"
When Su Youmeng said the second half of her words, she deliberately leaned forward a little, as if she was planning something shameful, and deliberately lowered her voice with a playful tone.
After finishing speaking, he sat upright again.
"Hahahaha..." Uncle Zhang laughed again: "Old man Su knows, he won't trouble me!"
Although he said this, he knew in his heart that with his relationship with Su Qingyu, even if he took the initiative to ask Su Qingyu for the tea, the other party would give it to him without saying a word.
Of course, it was impossible to cause trouble for him. He was just joking to tease Su Youmeng.
Su Youmeng pouted, as if she didn't care whether her father lived or died, and casually picked up the tea in front of her and took another sip.
"He doesn't dare to do it when I'm here! Uncle Zhang, just wait for tea!"
"Okay...I'm going to take advantage of Old Man Su!" Uncle Zhang smiled so hard that wrinkles piled up on his face.
The two of them had indeed not seen each other for a long time. After chatting and laughing and drinking two cups of tea, Su Youmeng started to talk to the main topic.
"Uncle Zhang, actually, I am looking for you this time. In addition to me needing to record a song myself, I also want to ask you for a favor."
The smile on Uncle Zhang's face faded a little, he put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Su Youmeng sitting opposite.
"Oh? What are you busy with? Tell me!"
Su Youmeng held the teacup in front of her with both hands, rubbing her thumbs back and forth on the mouth of the teacup.
"That...is...I have a friend, his name is Fang Yu, who also wants to record songs. I want him to come to Uncle Zhang's recording studio to record songs."
Although Su Youmeng was also very afraid that Zhang Su would not let him come after hearing that Fang Yu was going to record a song.
However, since you want to come here to record songs, of course you have to explain everything clearly.
You can't hide the fact that Fang Yu wants to record a song. If you hide it and Uncle Zhang agrees, when Fang Yu comes to the recording studio to record the song, Uncle Zhang sees him in person and regrets it, which makes it even more embarrassing.
Of course, based on her relationship with Uncle Zhang, even if Uncle Zhang really regrets midway, he will not turn his back on the song and kick them out, and will still let Fang Yu finish recording the song.
That would be too emotionally damaging.
"Fang Yu?" Uncle Zhang frowned slightly: "Is it the Fang Yu who has a bad reputation recently?"
Although he does not have a business in the entertainment industry and usually does not care much about the entertainment industry, he does open a recording studio.
Recently, the news that Fang Yu was looking for a recording studio to record songs spread among several recording studios in Jiangcheng.
Everyone is opposed to Fang Yu going to their own house.
It is difficult to make a profit by opening a recording studio. If the reputation is ruined, the few customers who often come will not be willing to come, and they will even stop playing.
"Xiao Mengmeng, I have heard of this Fang Yu recently. He seems to have a bad reputation, and it is said that his composition level is very poor. The songs he sang before were not written by him, but they were said to be written by him. , this... can he record a good song if he comes to my recording studio?"
Uncle Zhang touched his chin and told the information he heard bit by bit.
"Although I don't make money from the recording studio, it is still my hard work, and I need to avoid all risks."
Su Youmeng stood up and took the initiative to sit next to Uncle Zhang, picked up the teapot and poured tea for Uncle Zhang.
"Uncle Zhang, Fang Yu came to record the song this time just to clarify the rumors on the Internet that he did not write the song. He is so popular now. Although he does not have a good reputation, after he finishes clarifying, your recording studio will also Follow and take advantage of it!"
Uncle Zhang picked up the tea that Su Youmeng brought to him, took a sip in silence, and said nothing for the time being.
Su Youmeng looked at Uncle Zhang's face and didn't show too much rejection, so she took the initiative to stand behind Uncle Zhang and squeeze his shoulders.
"Uncle, what do you say? This is a good deal! The program "Heart Beating Melody" is very popular now. If your recording studio is broadcast live, it will directly become a check-in place for Internet celebrities, and your performance will skyrocket!"
Uncle Zhang twisted his shoulder in pain: "Okay... stop squeezing. You are not squeezing my shoulder. You are obviously torturing me. You girl, you have such strong hands." Why are you so big? You want me to beat you into submission!"
Su Youmeng immediately put her hands away and laughed heartlessly.
Uncle Zhang: "Okay, even if the songs he sang before were all written by him, can he clarify it by recording the songs? How does he want to clarify? What if the recorded singing is not good, or the quality of his song is not good enough? My recording studio has not become a check-in point for Internet celebrities, but it has become a shut-down point for being scolded."
The songs written by one person are inherently unstable. Even kings and gold medal composers would not dare to claim that each of their songs is of high quality and sounds good.
Su Youmeng: "I don't know what he wants to do, but I believe he can do it. Since he has made such a decision, there is a reason for it. He is really good and should not be reviled by the public opinion on the Internet."
Uncle Zhang looked at Su Youmeng and smiled: "Xiao Mengmeng, aren't you just like a child playing house? Just believe him when you don't know anything!"
Su Youmeng saw that it didn't make sense to reason, so she started to act rogue.
He pursed his lips, lowered his head to ponder for a while, then raised his head again, his eyes were reddish, his eyes filled with tears, and he looked like he was about to cry.
"Uncle Zhang, do you really not want to help Mengmeng with this?"
Uncle Zhang saw Su Youmeng's tears falling one by one. He touched his bald head dumbfoundedly and didn't know what to do.
"Mengmeng has never asked Uncle Zhang for anything since she was a child, just this once!"
The more she talked, the more tears Su Youmeng shed.
Uncle Zhang really had nothing to do with this child, and he felt soft for a moment: "Okay, don't cry! Alas, it's not that Uncle Zhang doesn't agree with you. It's just a recording studio. Even if it closes, it won't be a big loss for me. It's just that you Uncle Zhang, I am also a businessman, I like to weigh the pros and cons, I wonder if Fang Yu knows that I am blocking this recording studio."
Hearing Uncle Zhang relent, Su Youmeng's tears stopped instantly, she sat next to Uncle Zhang, and happily poured another cup of tea for Uncle Zhang.
"He deserves to be believed!"
Uncle Zhang looked at Su Youmeng thoughtfully while drinking tea.
"I'll wait and see. It's best not to disappoint me. The recording studio is a small matter, but my daughter is a big deal."
Su Youmeng didn't understand what he meant, but she didn't have time to think too much, so she couldn't wait to take out her phone and call Fang Yu.
"Teacher Fang, there is a recording studio. Hurry up and record the songs. I will send you the address!"
