I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 107 Push it down in an orderly manner
It's not that Jing Xiaoqiang looks down on women who have stumbled.

Even at this point, most of them are still their own choices.

The main reason is that I am used to this simple money-making model. Even if I pull it out to do other businesses, it is easy to relapse just like smoking alone. If I encounter some difficulties and setbacks, I will go back to my old business.

It doesn't make sense.

And this is someone else's life, no one is qualified to point fingers.

It's just to satisfy my sense of nobility.

In fact, no one in this world is more advanced than anyone else.

If it wasn't for Huang Jiaju's life regret, he wouldn't even pull beyond.

But Yu Shufan was shocked just like anyone who came to this kind of place for the first time.

It is completely unexpected that under the various good situations of positive publicity, there is such a reality: "Xiao'e's voice is very special and has high plasticity. I don't want her voice to disappear slowly in such a place!"

Jing Xiaoqiang disdained: "I have a good voice? There are many talented voices in the world, can you handle it?"

Yu Shufan reached out from the pile of makeup and hugged Jing Xiaoqiang's arm: "I beg you..." Still leaning into Jing Xiaoqiang's ear in the dark, "Let me introduce you to the school girl from the music academy..."

Jing Xiaoqiang was so happy that he hiccupped, and said loudly: "Thank you! No need, I'm so handsome, I'm already bored to death!"

The girls and aunts next to him could only hear his words, and they laughed happily.

How can there be half of suffering in dire straits.

Jing Xiaoqiang also skillfully handed over to the other side to thank him for his support.

A pungent girl asked him to toast again, saying that they were so strange that they didn't sing or dance when they came here.

I am not used to asking them to be escorts.

Yu Shufan quickly recommended: "Sing and sing! Xiao'e, you can accompany Xiaoqiang to sing a song..."The Affection of Green Leaves to Roots", yes yes yes!"

In this era, it is not a private KTV room, but a stage, a dance floor, surrounded by train seats.

In fact, the symphony orchestra dance hall is similar to this, but because it has to rehearse for the orchestra during the day, and because it is in the city center, it is surrounded by elegant single armchairs. Uncle Cheng, an old snake skin who likes to play tricks, must know difference.

Hearing the sound, a slender figure jumped up and went to the stage to report the repertoire to the sound engineer. Jing Xiaoqiang doubted that she would get a commission for a 20 yuan song request.

The sound engineer manipulated the very high-end laser disc player LD in a very arrogant manner, and played the projected screen with selected songs.

Jing Xiaoqiang, who has just recorded his third album, knows that this is the most equipped video equipment currently on the market, so he will inevitably think of the small concert conference he will hold in the dance hall on the weekend.

Casually in the mouth: "I have never sung this song..."

Should have heard it 30 years ago.

Under the spotlight, I can finally see the Xiao'e that Yu Shufan mentioned. She is a very ordinary bean sprouts with a height and body. Even under the heavy makeup, she still has a rural atmosphere. She should be a rural girl somewhere around.

It is slightly different from other colleagues, that is, it should be younger, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Old Kong was suspicious: "Which factory are these female workers, these bastards..."

The familiar prelude on the stage had already sounded, and Jing Xiaoqiang could immediately follow the song as if he had returned to his high school days in the 80s, and began to concentrate.

Opening up the voice is not amazing, and even a little Mandarin pronunciation is not standard, but after two or three sentences, it starts to show the hovering power!

This 80s very famous song of homesickness for wanderers contains a lot of chanted endings.

Even when singing the word at the end of the sentence, you still have to bite down deeply and lower it, turn around several tones, and use the resonance of the oral cavity, nasal cavity, and chest cavity.

Songs that seem to be sung in a popular way actually require repeated switching between high pitch and low pitch to reflect emotional expressions of different dimensions, which is very difficult.

Especially for this song, as the melody advances layer by layer, the emotions slowly accumulate, and when the chorus bursts out, it is as majestic as an aria.

Amateur singers like to challenge this song very much, but they often end up with a big personal addiction.

After all, from the composer to several singers, they are all well-deserved leaders.

But this little girl, who obviously has no professional training, can push it up without any effort. Even because she doesn't understand the layering of this song, she exerts too much force from the beginning, making the whole song The sense of climbing is greatly reduced.

But who in the whole nightclub understands this kind of artistic processing from low to high, but many people are attracted by the girl's continuous high-pitched voice and applaud again and again.

The girl was even more energetic, and even more forgetful, soaring her high-pitched voice, abruptly turning this heavy chant full of deep nostalgia and reluctance into a heart-piercing farewell.

That's it, the girl didn't break her voice.

Yu Shufan probed to ask for credit: "How is it? How is it? Uncut jade! Can you bear the sound of this dissipating here?"

Hehe, what kind of voice does Jing Xiaoqiang listen to?
I can go to Broadway to sign up and want to play a role. Singing is definitely talent and training. It exists at the top of professional colleges, and then hundreds of people compete for a role. Strip bars are not uncommon.

What's so rare about this is that if you have to use your talents to climb the pinnacle, instead of serving the general public, you will squeeze the single-plank bridge.

As a result, a bunch of gods fight, and many people will always fall to the top of the clouds.

This is the result of his non-participation.

Unexpectedly, the girl dragged the long cable jokingly, and took down the microphone wrapped in red cloth and handed it to Jing Xiaoqiang. The childish eyes that hadn’t taken off seemed to say, shouldn’t I sing with you, let’s sing a song, stop touching...

Maybe those who are close to the ink think that Jing Xiaoqiang's hand is where Yu Shufan is.

Yu Shufan quickly pushed Jing Xiaoqiang up.

The five or six women who were waiting to get tips easily clapped and booed, showing a happy atmosphere of dedication and dedication. Maybe they just like being a social butterfly, and it's none of your business.

Jing Xiaoqiang thought about it, but took the microphone but it was so far away, it felt like it was pushed up from the waist, staring at the lyrics on the projection screen: "Don't ask me where I come from..."

As soon as the master opens his mouth, I have the absolute world!
A deep and resonant sense of power!
Even if it was the first time to sing, Jing Xiaoqiang was excited and fresh, as if he was checking whether his 5.7 displacement could slowly climb from low speed to the red line area.

Fully control the roaring feeling when the accelerator is gradually lifted!

He took the microphone far away, just to prevent the speakers from being knocked out.

He himself is more than capable.

Old Kong just picked up a piece of watermelon, he was so sluggish that he didn't even notice, Xiaoqiang, hey, are you the major shareholder or the singer?

The entire nightclub has been sublimated into a high-end concert hall, and many paws stayed on the top of the valley and did not move, and they were stunned together, did they come to the wrong place?

Because suddenly there is a bright and atmospheric light shining!
Even in the dark hall, everything remains the same.

But I can feel the brightness of the green leaves flying, the luxuriant foliage, and the sunshine!
This is how this song should be sung, suppressing first and then rising, and pushing up layer by layer, methodically, like an onion... Well, there is a song called "Onion" in later generations, which also has this structure, layer by layer At the end of the peeling, the passionate climax can appear extremely brilliant.

That's right, that's how Jing Xiaoqiang pushed it up. The soft melody in G major makes Jing Xiaoqiang push it without smoke and fire. It seems effortless, but the listener feels that his heart is pushed, his chest and body He straightened involuntarily... Uncle Cheng quickly grabbed two handfuls!

He had been baptized on the way here, so it wasn't that shocking.

But the girl named Xiao'e was completely frozen. She had never seen anyone sing so that she felt so oppressed that she couldn't breathe!
It was not until the chorus part that Jing Xiaoqiang fully demonstrated the top singer's control and understanding of the rhythm.

This can already be said to be a re-interpretation and expression of one's own emotions.

It's as if you have already climbed Mount Everest, and you are still dancing on the peak, one piece at a time, the waves are majestic, completely turning the spots of light sprinkled among the green leaves into mighty sunshine!

especially in the last part
The entire sensual space actually sang the momentum of the Great Hall.

The only thing missing is the red pentagram headlight in the middle of the roof illuminating you old snakes...

Golden vocals!

Dispel the darkness dignifiedly.

At the end, Yu Shufan almost forgot what little girl he had to take away, and took the lead in applauding with his eyes shining!
It drove the audience to applaud. Although it didn't last long, it was a bit of effort from the heart. I guess all I wanted was to take a rest!
It scared us all.

Jing Xiaoqiang himself didn't care at all, he threw the microphone to the dumbfounded little girl, and sat back beside Yu Shufan: "How about it, do you still want to continue your singing career?"

Yu Shufan fell to the ground from the golden sky and took a deep breath: "I've been a little hopeless since Lao Zhou brought you back. The two years of graduate school are a waste of time. I can't sing about the changes in the stage. Theoretical research Forever? Hehe..."

This is the deep frustration and helplessness that professional schools feel when they see super talents.

No matter how hard you work, you can't reverse the talent dimension gap.

No wonder the mood is a bit gray, and I began to study brothel culture with great concentration.

Jing Xiaoqiang patted her on the shoulder: "Think about it, I will definitely continue to sing, but I still need to do business to make money, and I need someone to help me take care of the singing and dancing performances. I want to set up a company by myself to deal with it. My own affairs are also to explain to Lao Zhou or our school, are you interested in helping me?"

Yu Shufan finally asked the question that he had been wondering since he had been watching: "You obviously have such a good talent, why can't you concentrate on singing, but spend so much energy on doing business, selling cosmetics, messing with this and that, Lao Zhou doesn't say anything about you ?”

Jing Xiaoqiang said casually: "Life is not just a thread. Only people who have no knowledge of the world view will feel that the world is black and white, simple and boring, because they have lost the thinking ability to explore and understand the world. Only the unknown What lies ahead will bring more emotions, and Professor Zhou certainly understands that this will enrich my artistic pursuits."

Yu Shufan was speechless: "No matter what you do, she will protect you. If we want to do this, we will not do our job properly..."

At this time, the little girl who had been standing blankly by the side finally tried to sit down, sitting close to her thighs, her hands still holding Jing Xiaoqiang's legs, and she said softly, "Brother...you teach me Bar……"

Then I couldn't believe it and looked at the place I was pressing, and felt that it was still a human leg.

Jing Xiaoqiang almost sent the woman flying with a slap with his arm, and fumbled everywhere.

(End of this chapter)