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Chapter 5 Is This Taste!
Yunhai Media, Vocal Department.

Whether it is the occupied area or the luxurious decoration, it far surpasses the composition department.

The treatment of the two departments is completely the same day and one place.

In the company, as long as the singers above the third line basically have their own independent offices and lounges, they also have a dedicated team of managers and assistants to serve them.

Even new singers have their own training room.

on the corridor.

A young man about 30 years old was sweeping the floor with a broom.

Someone greeted: "Hey, Mingxing, are you sweeping the floor again? I'll leave this job to Auntie the cleaner."

Hao Mingxing smiled and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, just pass the time."

"Okay, you scan, I'm going to record the song."

"Okay, walk slowly."

When he saw the other party walking into the recording studio, Hao Mingxing's eyes were slightly absent-minded.But he quickly lowered his head and began to sweep the floor seriously.

In front of other people, Hao Mingxing always smiled.

Can't sing.

No one wrote songs for him either.

He does odd jobs in the company.

Serving tea and water, taking documents, sweeping the floor, taking out the garbage, ordering takeaway...etc.

When he first knew that his voice was useless, he felt that the sky was falling.

But as time went by, life wore away all his temper, leaving him calm.

Swept for a while.

Just about to go.

Suddenly Xiaoqing, a beautiful woman at the front desk, came over and shouted: "Hao Mingxing, Mr. Liu of the composition department just called and said that someone wrote a song for you, please go to the composition department to have a look."

Hao Mingxing thought he heard it wrong.

He pointed at himself and said in surprise: "Me?"

Xiaoqing nodded: "Yes."

Hao Mingxing was stunned for a while: "Who wrote a song for me?"

He knew that since his voice was crippled, the company would no longer waste resources on him.So I was really surprised to hear that someone wrote a song specially for me.

Xiaoqing shook her head: "I don't know, President Liu didn't say anything."

Because of Yuan Xiong's special instructions, Wang Mo's entry into the composition department was treated coldly by the company. Except for the employees of the composition department, no one else knew about it.

After all, first of all, this matter is not glorious, and second, it is related to Wang Mo's final face.

Hearing Xiaoqing's words, Hao Mingxing was stunned again, then nodded and said: "Okay, I understand."

Done.

He stood there in silence for a moment, put the broom in the corner of the wall, then straightened his clothes and went to the composition department.

……

After ten minutes.

In the meeting room of the composition department, Hao Mingxing looked at Wang Mo opposite him, completely dumbfounded.

Or.

At this moment, Hao Mingxing's head was quite bursting.

Wang Mo?

He wrote himself a song?

This is simply more absurd than losing your own voice.

Bai was shocked.

White was happy.

Just now he really thought that someone in the composition department had written a song for him.

Liu Zhengwen coughed, his voice a little embarrassed: "Hao Mingxing, Wang Mo is a composer now. He wrote a song for you to sing. What do you think? Well... the score is here, you can take a look before making a decision. ."

Hao Mingxing took the score, but didn't read it, but said: "I have no problem here."

He felt that he understood what Wang Mo meant.

Just like what Liu Zhengwen thought: two disabled, report to the regiment to keep warm.

"it is good!"

Liu Zhengwen heard Hao Mingxing's words and clapped his hands: "Wang Mo, since Hao Mingxing agrees to sing your song, I won't get involved in the next thing. You two can discuss it privately."

He was busy, but he didn't have time to waste time on the two of them.

After Liu Zhengwen left.

Wang Mo then looked at Hao Mingxing seriously.

At about 30 years old, his face is full of vicissitudes, his forehead has wrinkles that cannot be stretched, his calm eyes seem to be full of stories, his arm muscles are strong and his bronze skin is very different from his little white face...

Hao Mingxing came up to meet him, and said with a smile: "Wang Mo, I have admired your name for a long time."

"Ahem, I'm confused."

Wang Mo spread his hands and pointed at the music score: "Brother Xing, how about we try the music first?"

"Ok."

Hao Mingxing agreed, from the beginning to the end, he had a humble smile on his face and was very cooperative throughout the process.

It wasn't until he saw the song title on the score that he revealed a wry smile that no one noticed: "The title of the song is "It doesn't matter"? It really doesn't matter..."

soon.

The two came to the audition room that Wang Mo had booked in advance.

"Want to speak up?"

Wang Mo asked.

He knew that singers usually had to open their voices before singing, otherwise their voices would easily get damaged.

"No need." Hao Mingxing shook his head, but explained: "Actually, I hang my voice every morning, but it doesn't matter whether I hang my voice or not."

Wang Mo asked in surprise: "You still train every day?"

Hao Mingxing smiled wryly: "I'm used to it, do you think I'm stupid?"

stupid?

Wang Mo shook his head: "If the heart is there, the dream is there."

If the heart is there, the dream is there?
Hao Mingxing was in a daze.

Wang Mo raised the USB flash drive in his hand: "I have a finished arrangement here, do you want to play it?"

Only then did Hao Mingxing come to his senses, shook his head and said, "I'll first familiarize myself with the lyrics and music, and sing a cappella a few times to get a feel for it. Finally, I'll match the accompaniment."

"Row."

Wang Mo nodded.

Next, he sat aside and looked at each other.

He was also a little apprehensive and excited. Although he was sure that Hao Mingxing's voice was most likely suitable for the song "It Doesn't Matter", he still had no idea before the other party actually sang it.

Talking and singing are completely different.

Whether you speak well or not has nothing to do with whether you sing well or not.

Time passed by minute by minute.

It has to be said that Hao Mingxing has a solid foundation.

Only half an hour later, Hao Mingxing raised his head: "I can do it."

"it is good."

Wang Mo signaled Hao Mingxing to start the audition.

Gollum~
cough!
Hao Mingxing took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and then began to sing a cappella: "It doesn't matter, who will fall in love with whom..."

Bang!
The next second, Wang Mo slapped his hand on the table, and the pain was so painful that he almost shouted.

Hao Mingxing was startled: "Wang Mo, what's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing, you continue singing."

Wang Mo couldn't care less about his red hands at this moment, his heart was beating violently, and his eyes looking at Hao Mingxing were even more intense.

That's it!
Although Hao Mingxing only sang one sentence, Wang Mo's mood had already become agitated. This is it!
He even heard a bit of the original singing from Hao Mingxing's cappella.

If coupled with the recording studio equipment and some necessary sound modifications in the later stage, Wang Mo is sure that the final result will not disappoint him.

After singing a cappella several times, Hao Mingxing has gradually found the feeling and his performance is getting better and better.

The smile on Wang Mo's face became brighter and brighter.

"Okay."

Almost an hour later, Wang Mo stopped Hao Mingxing who was still singing a cappella over and over again.

Hao Mingxing hurried to Wang Mo's side, rubbing his hands, his face full of embarrassment: "Um... Wang... Mo, I didn't scare you by singing, did I?"

He knew that his singing was terrible, and he wanted to slap himself when he heard it.

Although today when he sang this song "It Doesn't Matter", Hao Mingxing found that it was very different from his previous singing.But he only thought it was his own illusion.

"will not."

Wang Mo looked at the cautious look on Hao Mingxing's face, and knew that the other party would not believe what he said at the moment.

So he just said: "Brother Xing, let's get acquainted again when we go back today, and we will officially record the song tomorrow."

record song?

Hao Mingxing shook his head: "Is the company allowed to record?"

Wang Mo frowned: "Why not let it go?"

Hao Mingxing said awkwardly, "It's a waste of resources."

Recording a song costs a lot of money.

Wang Mo smiled: "Don't worry, I said I can record it, I can record it!"

"..."

Hao Mingxing took a deep breath: "Brother Wang... Mo, if you don't treat me as a useless person, then I will fight it out. I will definitely do my best for tomorrow's song recording."

Why did he suddenly become Brother Mo?
You are more than ten years older than me.

Wang Mo said helplessly: "Brother Xing, you should call me by my name, and call me old."

"Okay, Brother Mo."

"Call Wang Mo."

"I got it, Brother Mo."

"..."

The two came out of the audition room, only to find that the corridor outside was in a commotion.

After seeing Wang Mo and Hao Mingxing, all the noise stopped abruptly.The outside is basically full of employees from the composition department and the vocal department, and everyone's eyes on the two are very exciting.

Because Wang Mo asked Hao Mingxing for a singing test, it had already caused a commotion in the two departments.

A mushy little piece of meat.

A singer with a broken voice.

What a spectacular test song for the double disabled!

"Ah!"

Wang Mo turned a blind eye and passed through the crowd calmly.

Behind him, Hao Mingxing picked up the broom again, and the ground he just swept was stained by these guys again.

Several people shouted:

"Old Hao, sweep over here."

"There's still garbage here."

Hao Mingxing bowed and agreed: "Okay, here we come."

(End of this chapter)