I'm just telling the artist what's wrong!

Chapter 8
Inside the break room.

Zhou Di drank hot tea and swiped his phone with his legs crossed.

The posture is very much like a leisurely old man.

A few short-term guests opposite him were also swiping their phones, but there were obviously a few eyes that would pass Zhou Di vaguely.

It seems that he wants to talk to Zhou Di, but he doesn't know where to find a breakthrough.

In the end, it was a male artist who was more courageous, stepping out in front of Zhou Di.

"Dick."

"What are you doing, did I tell you not to eat your chicken steak?"

Zhou Di raised his head and saw the figure blocking his light, and spoke first.

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The male artist scratched his head in embarrassment.

"No, I'm just here to ask you, after the show, are we going to have a late-night snack and have something to eat together?"

Zhou Di glanced over the male artist and looked at the opposite side, and several artists cheered.

"Go, Digo."

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, let's go together."

Zhou Di hesitated a little, and changed his words again.

"Okay, let's go together then."

It's not nice to talk about wine and meat friends, but for Zhou Di now, these mean connections.

I am short of money, so I just asked if they have any announcements to introduce.

If you don't work hard, how can you pay back 50.

With Zhou Di's reply, the faces of several artists eased a lot, and they chatted with Zhou Di by the way.

"Mr. Zhou Di, have you been on a lot of variety shows before? Your rhythm is good."

"Brother Di, have I recorded a variety show with you?"

In the recording of the first half just now, Zhou Di's sense of variety show was beyond their reach.

The rhythm of speaking and the reversal of the story also became one of the most impressive guests in the whole first half.

If there is no accident, this performance should be completely put on the program.

Short-term guests like them are most afraid of plum blossoms.

Sometimes a well-prepared performance is cut, and sometimes a wrong sentence is put on.

It can be said that the quality of the artist's personality is related to the editing.

They can decide whether you're a lunatic or a sage on the show.

One of the rhythms is very important, and there is no way to start with a good editing, so Zhou Di will show a tone that is almost asking for advice.

Zhou Di didn't mind chatting with them.

However, the sense of variety is not necessarily something that can be taught.

Intermission time passed quickly.

The red light on the wall came on, and the announcement of everyone entering the venue sounded on the radio.

The artists packed their things and prepared to return to the stage.

Dressing up, remake up.

The core theme is that I can not speak, but I must not look bad.

Back on the stage, the audience was still buzzing and discussing. Seeing that the artists had returned, the discussion gradually became quieter.

When Zhou Di returned to the studio, he happened to see the director Hu Ming behind the camera talking to Wang Han beside him, holding a notice in his hand.

The two deliberately turned off the microphone, so they couldn't hear clearly.

As for other artists, they are busy with their own work.

Or talk to people, or swipe your phone.

As for Jin Chen, he was surrounded by several staff members.

When Zhou Di looked at her, he just looked away, so he didn't know if he looked at himself.

But when Zhou Di came in, he could obviously feel a lot of gazes from all directions.

"Hey, is your name Zhou Di?"

A soft voice behind him told Zhou Dila to come back to his senses.

Turning around, it was Wang Cong and Liu Wei.

Liu Wei stood next to Wang Cong, half joking.

"Brother Di, this is Sister Wang Cong, you don't need me to introduce what you do."

In terms of fame, Wang Cong is within eight taels of them.

But at least they are hosts with regular programs.

Wang Cong belongs to the type of sister next door, with the temperament of good grades and good personality.

It was also because I wore colored contact lenses during the recording, which weakened it a bit.

If I put on the glasses I brought, I guess the temperament of a school bully will be more obvious.

And Wang Cong is also a true scholar, a graduate of Capital Communication University.

However, Wang Cong's performance was not as good as Liu Wei's in "Partner Intelligence Bureau".

Although Liu Wei didn't talk much, at least there was a singing and dancing session to get some shots.

Wang Cong's few speeches were not very exciting.

If Zhou Di remembers correctly, it was in the first issue he watched.

Wang Cong's speeches were not as many as Liu Wei's, with a total of less than 5 sentences.

There are not as many cameras as Xue Fu. Although he doesn't have much to say, but standing next to Wang Han, the cameras can always take care of him from time to time.

But these are not reference factors in Zhou Di's eyes.

Zhou Di, who controls the face, doesn't care about these things.

Greeted warmly.

"Hello, Miss Wang Cong."

"You performed very well just now. I heard from Liu Wei that you have known each other for a long time?"

Wang Cong said with a smile.

She transitioned from the weather forecast channel to record variety shows.

But the performance in two consecutive episodes was not satisfactory, so I always feel a little bit more envious of those who control the rhythm well.

Hearing that Liu Wei and Zhou Di knew each other, they decided to make friends.

Zhou Di glanced at Liu Weiwei and replied truthfully.

"Yes, we have known each other for a long time, and he introduced me to record the show."

"Can you teach me if you have time? I think you have a good rhythm."

"No problem, I can teach you by hand."

"That's great, let's add a WeChat."

Wang Cong took out his mobile phone, Zhou Di naturally did not disagree.

However, Zhou Di felt that when he added Wang Cong's WeChat account, there would always be glances over him.

After adding WeChat, Zhou Di returned to his seat.

As soon as he sat down, the head in front turned around.

"The story you told earlier was so funny."

"No, Teacher Mengchen is the one who is funny."

"what?"

"No, I mean your story is funny."

"Hahahahaha, you are so funny, we can play together in the future."

"no problem."

Zhou Di breathed a sigh of relief.

As time approached here, everyone returned to their seats one after another.

But the director Hu Ming behind the camera is still chatting with Wang Han.

It seems that there is no intention to start.

Everyone watched this scene, but no one urged.

Instead, he waited.

Less than 5 minutes later, Wang Han walked slowly from behind the camera to the front of the stage.

His suit jacket was still buttoned up in his hand.

"Sorry for keeping everyone waiting, let's get started."

An explanation is very decent and very polite.

The field manager is holding a beater and standing in front of the camera.

"Alright, recording for the second half, the second proposal, get ready, start!"

"Snapped!"

As soon as the sound of the beater fell, the camera was turned on.

A standard smile appeared on Wang Han's face.

It felt as seamless as the first half.

Still holding the microphone with one hand, and supporting the hosting platform with the other hand.

After looking around, he said.

"Then who will start our second proposal... Oh, Brother Yu."

"I found out! The embarrassment of life can easily make people lose face."

Zhang Yu, with gray hair, read with a folder in his hand.

Born in Hong Kong, he speaks with a touch of dubbing from an idol drama.

But the actual family is a veteran singer.

After the proposal was over, Shen Mengchen planned to get up, because according to the arrangement, she should get up first.

But the voice that sounded immediately made her move.

"Xuefu, what do you think about the embarrassment in life?"

(End of this chapter)