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Chapter 4 Two Useless People
This is just a caring greeting from Liu Zhengwen.

But he never expected that Wang Mo would climb up the pole.

Wang Mo smiled: "Okay."

???

!!!

Liu Zhengwen almost choked to death on his own saliva.

Brother, can you be humble?
Although you, Wang Mo, were once top class, but how did you become top class, don't you have a B number in your heart?
Not just him.

The eyes of other colleagues also became strange.

Liu Zhengwen swallowed, and squeezed out a smile: "That's fine, you...just play freely."

No matter what other people think.

But at this moment, Wang Mo's heart is excited, because the opportunity he has been waiting for has finally arrived.

In the next few days, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Wang Mo sat honestly in front of his computer every day, working seriously.

Pretending to be very busy, although I don't know what I am busy with.

Until the fifth day, the composition department completed all 50 songs and submitted them to Liu Zhengwen for review.

Wang Mo stopped pretending.

He printed out the score of "It Doesn't Matter" that he had prepared, and took it to Liu Zhengwen's office.

office.

Liu Zhengwen is reviewing the songs submitted by the department staff.

"Dong Dong Dong~~~"

There was a knock on the door.

Liu Zhengwen raised his head and said tiredly: "Please come in."

Wang Mo pushed the door open and said politely: "Mr. Liu, my song has been written, can you take a look?"

"What?"

Liu Zhengwen didn't react for a moment, but he was stunned after a moment: "Did you really write a song?"

The last time he saw Wang Mo agree to write a song, he thought it was a joke.

Wang Mo nodded: "Really."

Liu Zhengwen had doubts in his eyes: "You... know how to compose?"

Wang Mo showed a good-looking smile and said, "Mr. Liu, you may have forgotten. Before I debuted, I majored in art and technology at the Academy of Film and Television. Although it is not a composition department, I also have to study composition."

"Oh!"

Liu Zhengwen suddenly realized, no wonder Wang Mo is so confident.

He smiled slightly: "Okay, give me the song, I'll take a look."

Wang Mo handed over the printed sheet music.

Liu Zhengwen took a closer look, and the name of the song came into view: ""It doesn't matter"?"

He shook his head and sighed secretly.

It seems that Wang Mo came up with such a song name because he was already desperate.

The more indifferent it seems on the surface, the more troubled it is in my heart.

Looking at Wang Mo's calm look in front of him, Liu Zhengwen was sure that the other party was trying to force him on purpose.He had already imagined how desperate and sad the boy in front of him was, and felt that feeling of ashes.

After all, no matter how strong the mind is, few people can bear the feeling of falling from the top to the mortal world.

Ugh……

This is life!

In fact, speaking of it, this child is also a poor person, much more pitiful than himself.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhengwen's grievance towards Wang Mo slowly disappeared. He sighed and patted Wang Mo's shoulder: "Wang Mo, look away, don't think so much?"

???

What am I thinking?

Wang Mo was taken aback, and said, "I didn't think much of it?"

Liu Zhengwen: "I know, you have thoughts."

Wang Mo: "I really didn't think about it."

Liu Zhengwen: "Okay, I won't say anything anymore, I understand."

What do you know?

Wang Mo was suspicious.

Liu Zhengwen was not talking, but looked down at the song score Wang Mo gave him.

Although he was convinced that Wang Mo couldn't write any good songs, his eyes still showed seriousness.

As the person in charge of the composition department, his dedication does not allow him to treat any musical work with contempt or ridicule, even if this work is written by Wang Mo.

He doesn't care how bad Wang Mo's writing is.

He only cares about his attitude.

Being able to become the manager of the composition department, Liu Zhengwen also has a strong professional ability in composition, and can even form a simple melody in his mind just by the score, so as to judge whether the song is good or not.

"It doesn't matter who falls in love with whom; it doesn't matter who makes whom haggard..."

Liu Zhengwen hummed a few words according to the melody, then frowned.

What surprised him slightly was that the lyrics and melody of this song didn't look like they were written by a newcomer.

All are complete.

But nothing more.

Because the quality of the song was not high in his opinion, anyway, he sang it... a bit ugly.

In other words, this song is unlikely to have commercial value.This kind of result was expected by Liu Zhengwen. It would be strange if Wang Mo could write a good song.

"Wang Mo...this song..."

Liu Zhengwen hesitated for a moment and said politely: "Let me put this song here for now. Then I will hand it over to the vocal department to see if there is a singer who can be selected."

Wang Mo saw Liu Zhengwen's expression and understood.

I know that the other party thinks that the quality of "It Doesn't Matter" is not good.

He didn't feel that Liu Zhengwen had poor eyesight, but rather admired Liu Zhengwen's level.Because Wang Mo knew in his heart that if the song "It Doesn't Matter" was sung by ordinary singers, few people in the entire music scene could sing it well.

Even the king and queen of heaven are difficult to control.

It can be seen that almost no singer dares to cover "Indifferent" 20 years after it was released in the previous life.

Because of this song, apart from Brother Kun's unique voice, letting other singers sing it is like the scene of a car accident.

Only a smoky voice similar to that of Brother Kun can turn decay into magic.

and so.

How could Liu Zhengwen know the true value of this song?
but.

It is impossible to give a song to the vocal department, otherwise it will definitely be thrown into the trash can by the vocal department.

Wang Mozhen said: "Mr. Liu, can I choose the singer for this song?"

Liu Zhengwen snorted: "You choose the singer yourself?"

Wang Mo nodded and said: "Yes."

Liu Zhengwen rubbed his eyebrows.

Brother, what is the status of our composition department, you still don't understand?

To put it bluntly, we are all tool people.

Only singers choose us, there is no reason for us to choose singers.

If the composition department had the right to choose singers, then he, Liu Zhengwen, would have left the company long ago.

It seems that Wang Mo is used to the top-notch life, and has not settled his current position.

"no!"

Liu Zhengwen said tactfully.

Wang Mo: "Mr. Liu, I know the status of our composer, so please rest assured that I will not cause you any trouble. I will communicate with the singer I choose in private. If the other party is willing to sing my song, I will Give the song to him. If you don’t want to, I won’t force you.”

"Oh?"

When Liu Zhengwen heard this, he nodded.

After all, according to Wang Mo, there is no problem at all.

The point is... Which singer can appreciate the songs written by Wang Mo?
Unless you are blind.

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask: "Do you have a favorite singer?"

Liu Zhengwen thought, if the singer Wang Mo was fancying was a big name in the vocal department, he would have to persuade him anyway, so as not to be humiliated in time.

In the past few days, Wang Mo already had a candidate, so he blurted out: "Hao Mingxing."

"Who?"

Liu Zhengwen didn't react for a while, but soon he almost called out the eunuch: "What? Hao Mingxing?"

Hao Mingxing is not a well-known singer.

On the contrary... this person is nothing.

But Liu Zhengwen knew the other party's name.

Because this person's situation is a bit special.

Originally, Hao Mingxing's voice was not bad, he was a resident singer in a certain bar, and then he was recruited by Yunhai Media and became a new member of the company's vocal department.But not long after the other party joined the company, because the singing was too hard, the vocal cords could not vibrate, so he had to undergo vocal cord surgery.

Unexpectedly, after the operation, Hao Mingxing's voice lost its cleanliness and clarity and became very hoarse.

In short: waste!

A disabled voice is equivalent to becoming disabled for a singer.

"You choose Hao Mingxing?"

Liu Zhengwen almost lost his composure: "Do you know, he is a..."

He is a useless person... Liu Zhengwen didn't say the last two words, but Wang Mo understood what he meant.

Wang Mo said firmly, "That's right, it's him!"

Liu Zhengwen stared at Wang Mo for a while and found that Wang Mo was not joking, but showed seriousness in his eyes.

He thought for a while and nodded: "I understand."

Wang Mo was stunned?

Do you understand again?

Liu Zhengwen really felt that he knew the reason why Wang Mo chose Hao Mingxing.

Hao Mingxing is a useless person.

But now Wang Mo is not a useless person?
In his opinion, Wang Mo chose the other party out of sympathy for each other.

Because if Wang Mo chooses other singers, no one will look down on his songs.In order not to lose face, he chose someone who couldn't sing.

Hug to keep warm.

"Ugh……"

Liu Zhengwen sighed in his heart.

Both of them are disabled, but they are a perfect match.

Forget it, let them toss.

Anyway, I can't make a fuss about it.

(End of this chapter)