The production must be made. Ding Peng has to worry about Bali's songs, so he must not let them be left idle. Moreover, Ding Ding really needs firepower now.

After dinner, Ding Peng lay on the desk and started to arrange the music. Each instrument and music score must be clearly planned, otherwise the accompaniment staff would not know what to do.

Sometimes it takes more time to arrange the music than writing lyrics and compiling music. After Ding Peng made the arrangement of eleven songs, it was already dark.

For a whole day, Ding Peng sat in the office without going out. He kept writing and writing. The guy was dizzy and slumped on the chair after the end. After resting for a long time, he recovered.

"Brother, don't fight like this." Zhao Yueguang said.

Ding Ding took a towel to wipe Ding Peng's face, tears of distress were about to flow down, and he said, "Dad, don't be in a hurry, you can write tomorrow."

Ding Peng took the towel over and wiped his face, and smiled and said, "It's done, is the band gone?"

"I've left long ago. Look at what time it's now?" Pan Dabao said with a smile.

Ding Peng looked at the time and it was around 7 o'clock again, which was almost the same as yesterday.

"Okay, then I'll practice it tomorrow, but the twelve songs a day are indeed a bit difficult. Brother Zhao, can you contact them all and come here sooner tomorrow."

"Ah? A little earlier? How early?"

"Yeah~"

Ding Peng looked at his phone again and said, "It's half past five, there's no traffic jam."

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Zhao Yueguang and others all looked at Ding Peng like a crazy person, thinking that they didn't even leave the bus at half past five, and there were not many people getting up at all. There must be no traffic jam. This is too early.

"Is it too early?" Ouyang Shan said.

"What's the early one? I mean, I can have all night tonight, but now they're all gone, so it's better to come here early. They are all young people, so it's okay to sleep less for their careers."

"overnight?"

Zhao Yueguang and others were completely speechless. It turned out that Ding Peng was still kind to start work at 5:30, but this guy was still thinking about all night.

"Okay, I'll contact them and tell them,"

So Zhao Yueguang opened the address book of Gold Medal Entertainment and notified everyone in the accompaniment department.

Liu Zongsheng is a drummer. After working for a day, he was having a dinner with a group of friends in the circle. He was a little surprised after receiving the call.

"Mr. Zhao, are you sure it's 5:30?"

"Yes, Mr. Ding said he would start at half past five, can he get up?"

"It must be! I won't delay what he ordered."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"It's my honor to be able to work with him."

When the phone was closed, Liu Zongsheng's friends looked at him. A bassist with earrings on his ears smiled and said, "Brother Sheng, can you turn off your phone when you drink? It will affect the atmosphere more! You have to be fined two glasses of wine."

Without saying a word, Liu Zongsheng poured two glasses of beer and drank it, and said with a smile: "Brothers, I'm going back after playing for a while."

"Ah? Brother Sheng? What's going on? Don't you go back at one or two in the morning every time? The subsequent program has not started yet." said the man with a stud.

Everyone else looked at Liu Zongsheng in surprise. They had been together for more than a day or a half. In the past, they would drink and sing, and sometimes they would take a bath. Liu Zongsheng would accompany him to the end. What's wrong today? They were leaving before they even finished their meal?

Liu Zongsheng smiled and said, "The company will be rehearsed at 5:30 tomorrow, so I'm afraid I can't get up."

"Tsk, I thought it was such a big deal. If I couldn't get up, I couldn't get up. So what would happen if I asked them to wait for a while? Are you still afraid of being fired? You know how many people want to ask you to cooperate with me."

"Just, I'm afraid of being a hairy person. Come and drink."

Liu Zongsheng smiled and waved his hand, saying, "It's different, brothers, I'm not bragging. Let's talk about other small companies now, I won't go even if I go to the tenth and seed culture to dig me."

"Uh~No, right? Brother Sheng, are you so awesome now?"

"It's not me who's awesome, it's the one I'm with."

As soon as this matter was discussed, a group of people talked about more topics.

"Brothers, in my opinion, no matter how awesome the music industry is, they can't compare to Ding Peng. That's the myth of the entertainment industry today. You know the songs written for a few singers? And that's the arrangement, I, Aqiang, to be honest, no one is convinced. Now I am convinced by Mr. Ding, a god, and I have all been a top-notch lyrics and music arrangements. There are still only one such person in China in decades."

"I agree with Qiangzi's words. If it's one or two songs, it's fine. The key is that Mr. Ding's works are so many, all of them are of high quality. The key is that the interval between each song is so short, especially the songs of Lu Yuan, Liu Qi, Hong, Pan Zihua and others. I doubt whether they were created at the same time. This is really a terrible thing."

"Oh, it would be great if I had the opportunity to meet Mr. Ding, learn from him."

"Don't think about such a good thing. Now, except for a few people, many people only hear their names but do not recognize them. Such existence is not something that we little musical instruments can see."

"Don't say that these are useless, it's still really good to drink now. Come on, let's go."

Liu Zongsheng had another drink with them, stood up and left.

"Brother Sheng, is it really leaving? It's so boring." said the man with stud earrings.

Liu Zongsheng smiled and said, "It's really boring if I don't leave. This person asked us to go at 5:30, and I have to go at 5:30?"

"Which star is so awesome, you can't just not serve him."

"Ding Peng, Mr. Ding."

"Oh, Ding Peng...who?!!!"

This time, Liu Zongsheng's friends were in a mess.

"Brother Sheng, is it true or false?"

"I'll go, Brother Sheng, today is not April Fool's Day, don't joke."

"Mr. Ding is in your company?"

"Brother Sheng, you scared me."

Liu Zongsheng smiled, then picked up his clothes and put them on, and said, "It's true. Mr. Ding wants to praise his daughter Miss Ding Ding. Oh, that's the female singer who sang the mouse loves rice and congratulations. I heard that Mr. Ding didn't go out in the office for a day during the day, and he didn't know how many songs he wrote and how many songs he composed in one breath. But I know that no matter how much he wrote and how much he composed, I have to go back to accompany him. When Miss Ding Ding became famous, she played drummer Liu Zongsheng on the subtitles. Damn, I was excited just thinking about it. OK, okay, brothers drink it first. Today, I really can't accompany you anymore, leave."

After saying that, Liu Zongsheng left directly.

After Liu Zongsheng left for a long time, his friends had not yet reacted.

"I'll go, I'm talking like it's true."

"I think it's probably true. Brother Sheng rarely jokes about such things."

"It's really Mr. Ding? I didn't expect that Brother Sheng could cooperate with Mr. Ding. If it were me, I would have no objection to two or three nights. It would be a glory to cooperate with Mr. Ding!"

A person with an average relationship with Liu Zongsheng said sourly: "Damn, I really don't know which ancestral tomb of that guy has smoked. This kind of good thing can fall on him."

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Chapter completed!