I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 108 I Don't Want To Go To Heaven

Yang Xiaoe finally followed Jing Xiaoqiang and the others.

Because Yu Shufan activated the matchmaker in an instant... No, the heart of HR gave Jing Xiaoqiang a suggestion: "When I went to get the sample tape, I heard the manager of the song and dance hall talk about the little concert you are going to hold this weekend. Think about it... If you introduce her to sing one or two songs, will it be more enriching?"

After finishing speaking, he did not hesitate to sell himself: "If you want me to be your music manager, I think this is my first suggestion. There are many possibilities, isn't it?"

Huh, that's a good suggestion.

During the rehearsal that day, Jing Xiaoqiang felt that he had more than a dozen songs from beginning to end. If someone interrupted in the middle, the effect of singing two songs might be better.

You can't go to Yu Shufan and the others for this matter, they don't have that kind of wild and popular taste.

Jing Xiaoqiang turned his head to look at the heavily made-up face that was close at hand.

The childish facial features immediately showed a flattering expression, and he should know that she was being discussed.

It should be Yu Shufan's deep-rooted gentleness that made Yang Xiao'e unsuspecting, but she still had a half-understood youthful coquettishness towards men: "Teach me, big brother..."

Wu Nong's soft language is uniquely soft and greasy, which is well played by her, but Jing Xiaoqiang still clearly feels the talent for proficiency in special areas: "Would you like to go to Shanghai to sing with us?"

Under the messy heavy make-up, the eyes clearly hesitated, but immediately burst into anticipation for the unknown ahead, and nodded with certainty: "Yes!"

She should be able to see Yu Shufan as far as she can see.

The main reason may be that he is young and easy to deceive.

Look at those who are slightly older and will not move easily.

Lao Kong had already spoken in a local accent: "Which factory are you a female worker from? I am Lao Kong from Huanyu Garment Factory. I asked your boss to come and talk to me!"

He was still powerful, and immediately asked the owner of the nightclub to come over and say hello: "What is Boss Kong's plan..."

Old Kong was simple and direct: "You heard the singing just now. This is a top student in Shanghai. They want to take this girl to learn singing. There is no problem. I think she must be from which factory. Is she an adult?"

Later, on the road, Jing Xiaoqiang heard from Uncle Cheng that Lao Kong was a security officer before he went to sea, and he had a lot of dealings with the police, so he was very similar to him.

The other party wanted to go wild and pluck the hair: "Yang Xiao'e took 500 yuan to her brother..."

Before he finished speaking, Lao Kong had already slapped the other party's chest with 500 yuan: "Someone from her family asked me!"

It was hard to take away the obsessed and obsessed Uncle Cheng, Yu Shufan carried Yang Xiao'e who was still wearing a poor-quality cheongsam, and the four of them quickly went downstairs and got into the car to leave.

Jing Xiaoqiang also said goodbye to Lao Kong: "I will go to Pingjing next week, and I will definitely come to pick up samples of Dior before the end of the month, and then we will open a store in the city together."

Lao Kong said yes very firmly.

Except for her ID card, Yang Xiao'e didn't even change her clothes, mainly because Yu Shufan's imagining of the plot of rescuing the girl who lost her foot was too thrilling and exciting.

In fact, under the high pressure of various policies and the attention of the people, in the early 90s, most of them were escorts. At least this kind of nightclubs on the main roads of towns were not as unscrupulous as they were a few years later.

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't want to waste time here, and if he didn't leave, Uncle Cheng might want to buy a suite here and settle down.

Moreover, Jing Xiaoqiang's operation obviously reminded him, and they discussed in a low voice: "You said... Is it possible for me to arrange someone to work in your store?"

Hahahaha, Jing Xiaoqiang laughed out loud, isn't this the development track of Baoyang.

Patting the back of Uncle Cheng's hand: "Be decent, you still have to have a bottom line, just relax occasionally, don't get addicted to it, what if Missy finds out?"

When it came to his daughter, Uncle Cheng came to his senses from his obsession and leaned back on the seat without saying a word, probably thinking about it.

Yu Shufan was still excited, and explained to Yang Xiaoe what problems she had just sung, from the way of vocalization to the change of breath.

It was past nine or ten o'clock in the evening, and it was pitch black outside, and the street lights that occasionally flashed across the town were sparse, and the girl with messy and heavy makeup looked outside without saying a word, and she must still be apprehensive.

From sitting in this luxurious rear seat, the shiny chrome-plated ashtray on the door, the mahogany handle, even the warm air conditioner, and the comfortable sofa made her feel like another world.

Occasionally look at the driver's seat with the light green dashboard in front of him with nervous and flustered eyes.

Of course Jing Xiaoqiang glanced at it from the rearview mirror, and was speechless at the academic spirit of the graduate student: "I don't understand what you said, little girl, come on, listen to this song, and try to sing along..."

Quickly tuned to "Like You" on the deck, and it was obvious to the naked eye that the girl's interest was concentrated, and she began to lean forward on the backrest of the front row from the beginning of the prelude.

Then quietly moved his lips.

While driving, Jing Xiaoqiang taught simply: "You need to understand the emotions in the lyrics, and people who listen to the songs need to compare to be easily moved. The climax part is particularly high when the singing is low in the front. Not all songs use one song from the beginning to the end. Singing at a high level sounds good, come on, learn this sentence, and press down hard, in fact, singing at a low level is the test of kung fu..."

How can it be so easy to sing softly.

Yu Shufan stopped talking and watched the two talented players exchange.

In fact, it’s hard to say how talented Yang Xiao’e is. Yu Shufan, who was able to study as a vocal music graduate student at the Conservatory of Music, definitely beat her up, that is, her wild voice was not professionally trained, but it seemed a bit distinctive.

The set of the conservatory of music is not for ordinary people to listen to.

So Jing Xiaoqiang is really not interested in finding Yu Shufan and the others to cheer him up.

This way is not boring.

It only takes an hour to listen to the entire tape, let Yang Xiaoe feel which two songs are the most touching, and then break them down and explain how to sing.

She took the lyrics on the cover of the tape and copied them, and there were no academic terms. Jing Xiaoqiang sang a line and Yang Xiaoe learned a line.

Uncle Cheng was in charge of being the sound engineer in the front row, repeatedly tossing the poor tape.

When we arrived in Shanghai and it was past midnight, we first put Yu Shufan and Yang Xiaoe in the graduate student building, where there were spare beds, and made an appointment to meet in the vocal music classroom tomorrow.

Then take Uncle Cheng back to the hotel to take a shower and change clothes, at least the lipstick marks on his collar and the smell of inferior perfume have to be washed off.

Jing Xiaoqiang also communicated with his old brother by the way, this kind of personality that has been suppressed for a lifetime, it is okay to let go of nature and play, but crossing the bottom line and harming the family is not worth the loss.

Isn't it a good state to be very happy just thinking about going to play like this? If you insist on making chicken feathers all over the place, and even take charge of another person's life with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, is it really an onion? !

Uncle Cheng acted like an old child, and said with a smile that he was a little dizzy.

The overwhelming feeling is so much fun.

On the way back, Jing Xiaoqiang simply made a list.

After deducting the 30 yuan fee for actually buying the right to use this single patchwork, the two of them each got a little over [-] yuan, and Cheng Yuling's right to use it was [-] yuan: "I suggest you don't spend your [-] yuan indiscriminately. Take it to buy a suite."

Uncle Cheng's family motto is deep: "You can't have assets, everyone is watching. Didn't you notice that I didn't say anything about all the signings and talking about money? No matter how I use my family's relationship, I can't collect money. Girl... It's best not to Buy, isn't it the same as her when you buy and hold?"

Jing Xiaoqiang had a headache: "I bought a fart. When I went to go through the formalities of the real estate in the morning, I couldn't get through the collective account. In the end, I could only be registered in someone else's name. I can't wait for the policy to allow it. What the heck, if the housing price goes up year after year, all you lose is money!"

And now holding so much cash is even more painful.

Uncle Cheng said he would come to find a way.

Jing Xiaoqiang went back to sleep with peace of mind, and chatted with Mr. Pierre about the progress of the product the next morning. The samples should be ready to go on the market at the end of the month.

As it happens, from December to the end of the year and after the Spring Festival, it is considered as the peak of consumption before the Chinese New Year. Let's see if we can take a wave of brand situation.

The agent said he was waiting to see the effect.

Uncle Cheng casually mentioned that when he came over, he saw the Nakong sisters doing makeup for people at the entrance of the small shop!
Jing Xiaoqiang can only lie, Lu Xi is a desperate third sister.

Don't dare to flirt.

At first, I couldn't help but want to go out after breakfast to find some sales department to look at.

Even if you can't buy it for the time being, you have to live with your eyes first.

You have to understand the feeling of having enough money in your pocket to buy a suite, and then keep jumping out.

In his last life, he was almost 50 years old, and it was impossible for Jing Xiaoqiang to buy a house in New York. As for the big houses in the suburbs, they are far away from Broadway’s life style. It’s like talking to people in Pingjing about buying a house in Jinmen and commuting. It’s an eternal pain. .

But Yu Shufan called him to find him, and hurried over to see Yang Xiaoe and rehearse the song, Lao Zhou was already waiting.

It's okay, just like Uncle Cheng needs to restrain his lust, Jing Xiaoqiang also needs to control his greed.

The reason is the same.

So I didn't drive and walk there. Outside the postgraduate classroom, I saw a cleaner bending over to sweep the floor and wipe the railings for sanitation.

Zhou Qingyun first put on his glasses and carefully observed that Jing Xiaoqiang was getting stronger again, and it was attributed to his efforts towards a body dedicated to art.

Then I also asked about the time and arrangement of going to Pingjing to participate in the singing competition next week.

Jing Xiaoqiang and all of Phuket Island were all recruited by the art troupe, probably in two or three days, because Lu's mother said it in a relaxed manner.

Yu Shufan seemed much more relaxed than before, and dared to intervene: "I already asked yesterday, but the time is not right, it's almost the end of the month over there, and when is it?"

Jing Xiaoqiang asked what it was.

Yu Shufan was even more lively: "The National Young Singer Grand Prix is ​​held every two years. You don't know that the provinces have been fighting each other since May. Professor Zhou hopes that you can represent Shanghai in the next year."

Jing Xiaoqiang looked at the professor who was full of expectations, and patiently explained: "I don't want to sing for fame and fortune. It is my responsibility to go down to the grassroots to sing to officers and soldiers all year round, and then I just follow my own interests. To sing to more people, let me report this "Blue Sky Rhapsody" to you first, okay?"

Zhou Qingyun doted on her well, Yu Shufan curled her lips beside her, and the other graduate students didn't dare to say anything.

The cleaner finally squeezed to the door with eyes full of envy and anticipation.

Still pretty.

(End of this chapter)