Entertainment starts with variety shows

Chapter 41 Merging Chapters
The weather in October was cool, and the pedestrians on the road gradually began to say goodbye to their single clothes, and Fang Jing was sweating profusely after eating a meal of Sichuan cuisine.

Zhao Lei and Yu Meng finished eating first, ordered a glass of water, and leaned comfortably on the chair with a toothpick in their mouths.

"Fang Jing, when are you going to record songs? He Kangsheng said that he can use the background music himself."

"anytime."

Yu Meng's eyes lit up, "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, so I might as well go there later."

Her song was given by Fang Jing, and she didn't know how to arrange it to achieve any effect, it would be best if it could be drawn by Fang Jing.

Taking out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, he saw that it was only past ten o'clock, Fang Jing nodded, "Okay, I'll leave after I finish eating, and call Shen Hao casually."

If someone took 10 yuan and didn't even have an arrangement, it would be too ignorant of conscience.

After receiving the call, Shen Hao hurried over, and an hour later, the four of them came to a recording studio in Modu.

"Boss, how do you charge for recording songs?" Fang Jing asked a 50-year-old uncle at the front desk.

"If it's just recording, it's [-] an hour, and the post-production price is extra, and it's [-] for all packages."

"Okay! If the four of us start recording now, when can we finish it?"

"At least three days."

"That won't work!" Shen Hao quit, the day lily was cold for three days, "I'll add money, one thousand for each song, can it be done tomorrow?"

"No problem, you can pick it up tomorrow afternoon."

The rich man is the uncle, if the customer is willing to pay more, then he will work overtime, and the boss will make a decision.

"Which one of you will record first?"

"Lao Zhao and I first, and Shen Hao Yu Meng memorizes the lyrics first." Fang Jing immediately arranged the order.

"Give me the lyrics and music, please."

Fang Jing took off his jacket, walked into the radio room, yawned, moved his tongue, then squatted down a few times, and made an OK gesture.

"Your friend is quite professional!" Outside the glass wall, the boss smiled.

"Where is it professional?" Yu Meng was confused, "Is he trying to relieve tension?"

"No, your friend either plays music or has recorded songs before. I have been in this business for more than ten years, so I can't make a mistake."

"How to say?" Zhao Lei became interested. He also knew a little about Fang Jing's life experience. He was so poor that he participated in Metamorphosis. It is impossible to record a song?
"He took off his coat before entering the radio room because he was afraid that the sound of the clothes rubbing would be absorbed, and the movement of yawning was to move his mouth.

The purpose of squatting is to test whether the body and pants will still produce friction sounds. Just watch, his mouth will remain open after he starts singing. "

On the green grass under the old tree at the head of the village

The dew has not dried

In the morning mist the ferry boat sings songs
cross the creek

I lay on the roof with my arms pillowed
thought all night
Who in the Waxia hall talked about Chang'an on paper
……

"It's true! Isn't Fang Jing hiding too deeply?" Yu Meng turned to look at Zhao Lei, "Are you guys all hiding so deeply?"

"Cough cough! Don't talk nonsense, I'm open and frank, and I've never kept my secrets. When it comes to Fang Jing, I hid it very deeply at a young age, so I should treat it well."

The song Fang Jing sang is called Chang'an, which is an ancient song. It tells the story of a dream-chasing boy who fantasizes about the outside world since he was a child.

Until one day when I embarked on a journey to Chang'an in the story, I saw a scholar from the south of the Yangtze River sleeping on the bank of willows, and a woman from Luoyang showing peonies in a painting building.

Many years later, after traveling thousands of miles, I finally came to Chang'an. There are many pavilions and grand halls, and there are three hundred poems, full of joys and sorrows.

But this is not what he wants, Chang'an in his heart is not like this.

Suddenly, it rained heavily, and the panicked crowd lost their direction when they came.

He was confused. After so many years, what is his hometown like?I just remember turning around and leaving that year, the sound of water wet the river bank, and the village is still there.

Thousands of miles away, he looked back disappointedly in a certain direction.

……

Instead of singing folk songs, Fang Jing deliberately chose an ancient song. This song fits his state of mind very well. The boy in the story is not him. The difference is that he does not regret coming to the place of his dreams.

"Fang Jing, have you ever recorded a song before?"

"No!"

"The boss said..."

"You're talking about this? It's all available on the Internet, a little trick, just pay attention to it and you'll know it."

In a few words, Fang Jing pushed all the problems to Du Niang, who knows that there is everything online, such as the Royal Macau...cough cough...then the online cards are dealt, and most people lose everything after only a few rounds of gambling.

"Old Zhao, go in! We'll wait for you."

Following Fang Jing's example, Zhao Lei took off his denim jacket and carefully placed it on the chair.

Yu Meng couldn't bear to look at it. She swore that this was the most ragged denim jacket she had ever seen, and the waves in the subway were not as good as his.

If Shen Hao hadn't said that he would cover all the money today, I'm afraid Zhao Lei would have been able to sing a cappella until the final.

When it came to music, Zhao Lei seemed to be a different person. In the radio room, he was emotionally brewing and nodded slightly.

"In the northern village, there lived a..."

"stop!"

As soon as Zhao Lei spoke, he was interrupted, and the staff in the control room shook their heads, "Stay away from the microphone, the sound of breathing is coming in."

"Stop! Don't tap your feet, the footsteps are recorded."

"Stop! Don't close your mouth, there is a sound of saliva."

……

After stopping four or five times in a row, Zhao Lei, who was recording a song for the first time, almost collapsed, and Yu Meng outside was even more terrified.

Even Zhao Lei, who is so good at singing, has so many NGs, won't he have to record until dark when it's time for him?
Fang Jing lightly patted her on the shoulder to comfort her, "Very few people can record in one go, even professional singers are no exception, let alone recording for the first time.

You also read it just now, even I only passed it three times, otherwise why do you think people charge by the hour?Anyway, the money has been paid, so you can build it hard, just try a few more times. "

Half an hour later, Zhao Lei still hadn't finished recording, so he simply stopped to rest for a few minutes to adjust his state, and finally got it done this time.

Fang Jing chatted with the boss and put forward post-production requirements, trying to achieve the original appearance.

It was already dark when the few people came out, Shen Hao was embarrassed and invited them to eat crayfish to compensate them.

Fang Jing originally thought that Yu Meng was slow enough, but he didn't expect that there was Shen Hao who was even slower. Over and over again, he almost fell asleep sitting on the chair.

Fortunately, there are crayfish to eat, so it's dinner!How can a man eat without wine? Shen Hao bought more than a dozen bottles of beer, and the three men shared a few bottles equally.

After being reborn for so many years, Fang Jing has never drank alcohol, and suddenly his hands were itchy and he drank two bottles, but he didn't feel anything at all.

If he hadn't looked at Zhao Lei whose face was flushed, he would have thought it was water.

I drank half of the bottle in one breath, but still didn't feel anything. After drinking the fifth bottle, I finally felt the need to urinate.

When he came back from the toilet, Zhao Lei was six to seven points drunk, Yu Meng was giving him water to hangover, and Shen Hao was already unconscious.

"That's not enough? I haven't exerted my strength yet?"

Yu Meng rolled his eyes at him, just now this guy said that he can't drink enough, he downed three glasses, and he didn't see anything wrong after drinking for so long.

On the contrary, Shen Hao, who was drinking with him, almost vomited, and now his head is still on the plate.

"It's getting late, let's go back to our homes, and we'll get together another day."

"Wait!" Seeing that Fang Jing was about to leave, Yu Meng called him down, pointed at Shen Hao and said, "You got him drunk, you are responsible for getting him back."

"Isn't there still Old Zhao? Besides, I don't know where he lives?"

Zhao Lei: "Come on! Let's continue drinking. I don't think I'm drunk. I can drink a few more bottles."

Yu Meng: ...

Fang Jing had no choice but to say, "Okay! I'll be in charge of this, you in charge of that, just find any hotel and throw them in, and they will wake up by themselves tomorrow."

The Voice of Huaxia Dream is broadcast once a week. What Fang Jing didn't know was that with the broadcast of the previous two episodes, he was already popular.

A Weibo account that I registered casually some time ago now has 10,000+ fans, thousands of comments below, and several music companies looking for him in private messages.

At this moment, Fang Jing is playing table tennis with Zhao Lei. He has moved to the dormitory for a few days, and the others are either practicing singing or dancing, and the rehearsal stage is simply not enough.

"Old Zhao, is there something wrong between you and Yu Meng?"

"Why do you say that?" Zhao Lei paused, but the ball missed and fell to the ground. "What can I do with her?"

"No, I just feel that you don't seem to talk much these two days, and she seems to be preoccupied."

"This matter, she seems to be pressed by the school, telling her to go back to class quickly, so she is struggling.

At the moment of the competition, she can either give up her studies and concentrate on singing, or go back to class and give up here, she has no choice. "

"What about you?" Fang Jing put the pat on the back and sat down on the bench next to him, "I see you don't practice singing, you either play basketball or sleep, don't you want to participate in the competition?"

The staff dormitory of Magic City Satellite TV has comprehensive facilities. In addition to basic sports facilities such as basketball courts and table tennis tables, there are also mini KTV and pool tables.

There were too many wolves on the stage but not enough meat, so everyone rushed to the rehearsal, wanting to get acquainted with the stage before the competition.

So Zhao Lei didn't fight or grab, Fang Jing didn't see him go there in the past two days, he had a great time playing every day, those who didn't know thought he was here to support the elderly.

"It's not like you don't know my temper." Zhao Lei curled his lips, "If you stay with the same person for a long time, you will get tired. I'm going to play for a few days before leaving."

"It's hard to come here, so willful?"

"What is hard work? It's easy, okay? Forget it, let's not talk about this, I wish you win the championship in advance and fulfill your star dream."

Looking at Zhao Lei's smile, Fang Jing always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. Although this guy didn't like restraint, he wasn't a quitter either.

……

Magic City, Dongpu, high-tech park, a certain office building, Yuedian headquarters.

"On the banyan tree by the pond, Zhidao is calling out summer."

"On the swing by the playground, only butterflies rest on it;"

……

"I said Ziliang, can you turn off your broken music? It's annoying." Xianxia editor Changhe looked at supernatural editor Ziliang with a displeased expression.

"What is broken music, do you know how to appreciate it?" Ziliang crossed his legs and stared at the computer without looking back.

"This is a song that just came out. I heard it last night on Huaxia Mengzhisheng, but I can't find it now, only the live version."

"Old lady, do you also watch the Voice of Huaxia Dream?" Another editor happened to pass by, "I watched it yesterday too. Are you singing by Fang Jing?"

"If your Mandarin is not up to standard, don't bark, can you?" Ziliang said helplessly, "Do you think it's appropriate for me to call you Lao Zhu?"

"Fang Jing?" Chang He was taken aback for a moment, the name was a little familiar, it seemed that someone in the group had mentioned it in the past few days.

"Why, do you know each other?" Zi Liang asked with a smile after turning down the volume of the computer.

"I know a fart, and now I'm so upset, I finally found a new book that is expected to become a god, and I gave it all kinds of recommendations, and now it's been off the street for a few days.

It’s still the kind that doesn’t say hello, and doesn’t ask for a wig and doesn’t respond to messages, do you think I’m angry?”

The basic salary of online editors is very low, and most of the income mainly comes from the grades of their authors. If the authors have good grades, their salaries will be high.

So whenever I am optimistic about a novel, I will try my best to pour in the best resources at hand.

"You mean Zhu Xian, right?"

Ziliang smirked, now who in the editorial department doesn't know that Changhe has discovered a divine book, and it has been on the shelves for just half a month, and now it has more than [-] orders.

Another great god has risen. It is estimated that this year's rookie king will fall to Xianxia, ​​but I didn't expect it to be discontinued now.

"That's not it!" Chang He sighed, "It's okay if it's really broken, but at worst, I won't get a little year-end bonus, and if the eunuchs, I can only drink the northwest wind.

In order to bet on this rush, I let him take all the recommended positions that can be taken, and I also applied for those who couldn't.

In the meeting today, the editor-in-chief looked at me in the wrong way. After this goes on, I'm afraid that he wants to kill me. "

Ziliang mourned in silence for this old brother, it is unlucky to have such an author on the booth, "Why don't you find Zhuxian to contract and call the reserved number above to ask?"

"It's the only way to do it now."

Chang He got up and walked towards the signing department, spent half a pack of cigarettes and promised two meals, and finally saw the author's information about Zhu Xian.

Book Title: Zhu Xian

Pen name: the most handsome man in the world

Real name: Fang Jing

ID number: *************8
Home address: Group [-], Huangling Village, Rongcheng, Guizhou Province
Telephone:**********
"Fang Jing? Does this name sound familiar?" Chang He squinted his eyes and thought about it. By the way, who sang the song that Zi Liang said just now?It should be just the same name, right?
"Changhe! Have you finished reading, sir? If we don't go for a while, our team leader should deal with me when he comes back!"

Yuedian is a company with a market value of several billions and has millions of authors. It involves a lot of personal information, which is generally not allowed to be viewed privately.

That is to say, Changhe is an old employee who has been working for seven or eight years and knows a lot of acquaintances, so he dared to drag his favor to investigate, and he would have been punished if he changed to another editor.

"Okay, let's go," the phone took a photo.Chang He returned to the editorial department and immediately made a call.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed is turned off, please try again later."

"Fuck!" Chang He felt the urge to smash the phone.

Zi Liang smiled, "What, empty number?"

In order to hide information, many authors made up everything except the correct bank card. The ID card may belong to a relative.

They are all familiar with it. He once heard from his colleagues in the signing department that he had seen ten-digit phone numbers.

"It's not an empty number, it's turned off! By the way, how big is the square scene you're talking about?" Chang He suddenly asked this question out of nowhere.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt that he was crazy, "Forget it, you are busy."

Ziliang was spinning the pen in his hand, and said casually: "His folk songs are very nice, do you want to pass them on to you?"

"Eighteen?" Chang He thought, and the author of Zhu Xian seemed to be eighteen, "Where is he from?
"I know!" Zhu Sha suddenly appeared behind him, startling him, "Fang Jing is from Guizhou, my fellow townsman, and I was in Metamorphosis not long ago."

"Your Province, Fang Jing, can't it be such a coincidence?" Chang He's heart skipped a beat, he turned on the computer, and entered Fang Jing in Metamorphosis.

He didn't watch this show before, but for the sake of salary and year-end bonus, he still reluctantly clicked on it.

As soon as the screen changed, Huangling Village was introduced at the beginning. Looking at the dark-skinned kid in Tiankanshan, Changhe pressed pause.

Click on the phone photo album, and compare it with the ID photo of the author of Jade Dynasty that he just took, "Fuck!"

"I said you have been surprised and stunned?" Lao Liang, who was reviewing the book, was speechless.

(End of this chapter)