The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 100 Wang Luoqi: You can just lie down

The song is over.

Looking at Wang Luoxi, who was squinting his beautiful eyes, he asked warmly:

"Sister Luo Qi, how do you feel?"

I'm angry, I'm angry, I can't praise him, I can't praise him, Wang Luoxi meditated in his heart.

She restrained her smile and looked away: "It's okay, it's okay."

"It's okay." Wen Yan smiled.

He knew Wang Luoqi's arrogant temperament very well, and it was obviously impossible to expect to hear praise from her at this time.

He deliberately asked, "Then, should I write or not write this song?"

"Whatever you want." Wang Luoxi picked up the document and continued to read.

Her face was very calm, it seemed that whether she was gentle or not had much to do with her.

"Alas, composing music and filling in lyrics is pretty useless."

Wen Yan shook his head: "Why don't you write it."

Wang Luoqi continued to correct the documents without speaking.

Tsk, you are sure about me, Wen Yan sighed in his heart.

He was sure that if he really didn't write it, when he left the private room later, he would probably make Wang Luoqi unhappy because he took his left foot first.

Recognizing the reality, Wen Yan sat helplessly on the sofa, ready to rest for a while, and then went to write the song.

Lest Wang Luoxi find an opportunity to pick on his thorns.

But as soon as he sat down, he heard Wang Luoxi say:

"Sit down, what does it look like loose?"

Wen Yan: "..."

Well, he still overestimated a woman's patience when she wanted to find something.

He hasn't gone out yet, he has just sat down, is this the beginning?
What can Wen Yan do for such an upright big sister?
He can only honestly write songs.

He took out the pen and paper from Wang Luoxi's handbag, and Wen Yan sat directly beside her.

He was still muttering and complaining:

"Get up, get up, don't know if I need room for inspiration when I write songs?"

"Okay, my sister will make room for you." Wang Luoxi moved his butt to the side.

"Stay farther away." Wen Yan said inch by inch: "When you moved your body, you squeezed my invisible wings."

"Okay, my sister will put your wings on for you." Wang Luoxi scratched his body, and then stroked Wen Yan's back.

It seems to be really helping him, putting the invisible wings behind him.

Then, she sat down next to Wen Yan again, even a little closer than what she posted just now.

This time, Wen Yan did not talk about wings, nor did he mention the need for inspiration in creation.

Well, it's enough, so as not to really piss off Wang Luoxi.

He didn't want to have to ride someone while he was writing songs.

That would be embarrassing!
Putting the folder under the white paper, Wen Yan began to draw the staves by hand.

For him with advanced painting skills, playing such a straight line is only the difficulty of getting started.

Um, Ji Cao, don't be six!
Looking at the big boy beside him who composed the music, Wang Luoxi's beautiful eyes were full of tenderness.

The play just now looked childish, but it reminded her of the old days.

As Wen Yan grew up in the past two years, the scruples in all aspects have gradually increased, and the two have rarely made such moves.

Perhaps, he also noticed these changes, so he deliberately made himself angry. Looking at Wen Yan's profile, Wang Luoxi thought silently in his heart.

Wen Yan, who was burying his head in composing music, felt a strange touch on his shoulder, and he turned his head to look.

He saw Wang Luoqi was using Xue greasy little hands to help him knead his shoulders.

Wen Yan was a little puzzled: "Sister Luo Qi, what's wrong with you?"

"A reward for writing songs for you." Wang Luoxi lowered his eyebrows and smiled.

That's it?Wen Yan was a little dissatisfied.

I don't know since when, the kiss reward gradually disappeared in the past and became his long-term memory.

After composing the song, when filling in the lyrics, Wen Yan asked casually:

"Sister Luo Qi, are you going to find that singer to sing this song?"

"Who do you think is suitable?" Wang Luoqi asked rhetorically.

"I suggest you find a big name with a foundation of popularity."

Wen Yan thought for a while and said, "Moreover, this singer must have a good reputation."

In the previous life, the song "Friend" could be circulated so widely, and Zhou Huajian, the "King of National Songs", definitely accounted for a large proportion.

You know, songs also pick people. Some people sing the same song as sounds of nature, while others sing it as noise.

Of course, professional singers are definitely not at this level, but Wen Yan still wants to find a good home for his copied works.

These works are the hard work of the creators, and he doesn't want to waste other people's hard work.

Even if it can't reach the height of the previous life, it can't be too different.

"Or... let's not find a singer." Wang Luoxi gave an unexpected answer.

"Not looking for a singer?"

Wen Yan was a little confused: "who will sing?"

Wang Luoqi stopped what he was doing, and Mei Mei stared at him.

Uh...Wen Yan raised a bad premonition.

He pointed to himself and asked uncertainly, "Sister Luo Qi, don't you want me to sing?"

"Can't you?" Wang Luoxi blinked.

How could a man say no? Wen Yan felt that his dignity was being challenged. He took a deep breath and said with some resentment:

"I'm still... I can't!"

This is not good, it's not about singing skills, but about fame.

If you want a new song to become popular quickly and spread among the public for a long time, in addition to the quality of the song itself and the operation of capital.

The popularity of the singer itself is also a very important factor.

Tianwang releases new songs and third-tier singers release new songs, these are completely two concepts.

What's more, Wen Yan can't even compare to third-tier singers, he is just an amateur who hasn't debuted yet.

"You obviously like music, don't you want to enter the music scene?" Wang Luoxi was a little puzzled.

It was because she knew Wen Yan's love for music that she asked Wen Yan to sing this song.

"I like music, but I'm not ready to debut." Wen Yan explained.

"What are you preparing for?"

"Accumulate more capital."

Thinking of the experience of the previous life, Wen Yan said with some self-deprecation:
"I always feel that most people in the entertainment industry are just tools for you capital bosses."

"Why do you think so?"

Wang Luoqi is a little strange: "The artists who are really enslaved by capital are those who are supported by capital and cannot go on without capital."

"A truly powerful person, even if they depend on capital, can only be said to cooperate with each other. This is a matter of mutual benefit."

"Sister Luo Qi, such an artist as you said is the top class in the entertainment industry after becoming famous."

There are such artists in the past life, just like the milk tea week in the music world.

Wen Yan expressed his inner thoughts: "My plan is to accumulate enough capital first, and not be coerced by capital from the beginning."

"Xiaoyan, did you forget something?"

Wang Luoqi raised his snow-white chin and said arrogantly:

"Sister is the capital, okay? I'm the backer behind you. With me here, you don't have to worry about this at all."

Sure enough, the premonition ten years ago came true!

Alas, Wen Yan sighed inwardly, Sister Luo Qi, you are trying to feed me softly!
He has a lot of resources in his hands, as long as he grows vulgarly, it won't take long for him to get ahead.

But Wang Luoqi was always thinking of letting him lie down.

This is so frustrating!

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(End of this chapter)