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Chapter 131 This Is Called Professional!

Zhang Bicheng did not come to open the door for Wang Kun, but a female assistant.

The female assistant stuck her head out and looked around for a while, then closed the door to the room.

Zhang Bicheng said apologetically: "Director Wang, it's late at night. I'm sorry to bother you. I'm going back in the next two days."

The female assistant placed a glass of water in front of Wang Kun, and then sat far away.

Wang Kun said politely: "Understand, understand, the main responsibility lies with me. I should have given it to you long ago."

After the greetings, Wang Kun said with a serious face: "Come on, Bicheng, sing a song, and I'll listen to your voice."

Zhang Bicheng asked Wang Kun's opinion, "Which song should I sing?"

'Eighteen touches. A thought came to Wang Kun's mind. He shook his head to get rid of distracting thoughts. Wang Kun put on a warm smile that made people feel close to him, "Sing a song that you feel good at."

Zhang Bicheng nodded, then took out his mobile phone, played it on mute, and sang a cappella to the lyrics.

It spreads its hands and lowers its head.

It never sees this around.

It stands on its own two feet.

It froze the face.

This Nutcracker was a song written, composed and sung by Zhang Bicheng last year. The song was released as a promotional song for the movie "Alzheimer's Village".

Judging from Zhang Bicheng's choice to sing this song, Zhang Bicheng himself should like this song very much.

Perhaps he also wanted to show off his lyrics and composition skills in front of Wang Kun.

Wang Kun closed his eyes and listened to the song quietly.

I have to say that Zhang Bicheng has two skills.

Although Wang Kun's singing skills are still very immature to Wang Kun's ears, he has big problems with ventilation and pronunciation, which are far from those of the previous music queens.

But among his peers, Zhang Bicheng is considered to be very good at singing.

It doesn't matter if Zhang Bi presents the dish, others can just change it.

These days, it all depends on the support of peers.

Although the lyrics and music are written by Zhang Bicheng, Wang Kun doesn't know whether he is.

Anyway, in the eyes of Wang Kun, who has master-level musical ability, this Nutcracker can only be regarded as mediocre.

The so-called mediocre does not mean that it is bad, it can only be said that it has no characteristics.

Except for fans, no one else has forgotten this kind of song after hearing it.

After singing the song, Zhang Bicheng looked at Wang Kun expectantly, hoping to gain Wang Kun's approval.

Whether it’s recognition for singing skills or lyrics and music.

Zhang Bicheng doesn't care about the approval of ordinary people, but if Wang Kun, whose musical literacy is bottomless, recognizes him, then Zhang Bicheng will be very happy.

Wang Kun looked at Zhang Bicheng strangely and said bluntly: "What are you expecting? Your singing skills are average, your lyrics and music are average, you're not waiting for me to praise you, are you?"

Zhang Bicheng had a question mark on his forehead, why didn't he play according to the routine? At this time, shouldn't he give a few compliments and then give his opinions?

Zhang Bicheng said hurriedly: "No, I'm just waiting for Director Wang to give his opinion and point out the shortcomings."

Wang Kun said in a deep voice: "You are a singer. Let's not talk about writing lyrics and music. Let's talk about your singing skills first."

The stern Wang Kun reminded Zhang Bicheng of his teacher when he was a student.

Wang Kun did not hide his secrets. He pointed out the shortcomings in Zhang Bicheng's singing skills and gave solutions.

Almost an hour later, Zhang Bicheng's notebook was almost full, and Wang Kun stopped and asked, "Do you understand?"

Zhang Bicheng:. . .

Have you misunderstood my abilities?
"Understand?" Zhang Bicheng is like a person who listens to the teacher's lectures in class like a book from heaven, but still insists on saying that he understands.

Wang Kun looked at Zhang Bicheng with a half-smile, "Very good, then you can demonstrate the singing skills I taught you."

Zhang Bicheng was numb.

When I was a student, if I didn't understand something in class, I could still hang out in a group of people and yell that I understood it, betting that the teacher wouldn't draw me.

But now it's one-on-one teaching, and it's impossible to muddle through.

Zhang Bicheng bit the bullet and began to demonstrate his singing skills.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was stopped by Wang Kun, and Zhang Bicheng had a bitter look on his face.

Tens of meters away from the hotel, outside the wall of the construction site with lights on.

Paparazzi Xiao Li was sneaking around outside the construction site carrying a camera bag.

"Bang bang bang!"

Paparazzi Xiao Li came to the gate and patted the iron door.

"Who is it?" An old voice sounded.

Paparazzi Xiao Li whispered: "Uncle, open the door. I have something good for you!"

Behind the door, the uncle's voice sounded unhurriedly, "What a good thing, why didn't I see it?" Xiao Li, the paparazzi, rolled his eyes, took out his wallet, took out five red bills, thought for a moment, and took back three more.

He took 200 yuan and stuffed it under the door.

Paparazzi Xiao Li said confidently: "Uncle, look at your feet. Is there anything good going on?"

From behind the door, the uncle's surprised voice came, "Huh? It's really a good thing. Thank you, young man."

Paparazzi Xiao Li couldn't wait to say: "Uncle, I've given you the benefits, can you open the door?"

After the uncle happily put the money into his pocket, he turned his back and said, "What kind of benefits did you give me? These 200 yuan were clearly dropped by people on the construction site. Don't talk nonsense."

Paparazzi Xiao Li was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Damn it, this old man has no martial ethics!

Paparazzi Xiao Li couldn't bear it and said in a low voice: "Uncle, if you open the door, I will give you another two hundred."

The uncle said, "That won't work. If I let you in and something is lost on the construction site, I can't bear the responsibility."

Paparazzi Xiao Li accompanied him with a smile, "Uncle, I am a photography enthusiast, and I just want to come in and take pictures of the real scenes on the construction site. I am only one person. I can't carry anything with my shoulders or hands, so what can I steal?"

The uncle said confidently: "How do I know what you want to steal?"

Paparazzi Xiao Li’s fists were hardened and his chest was heaving.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Five hundred, no more!"

"Deal!" The uncle made the final decision, opened the door, and stretched out his hand.

Paparazzi Xiao Li counted the money and handed it to the doorman.

After the uncle collected the money, he babbled, "Young man, I have to follow you. There are potholes everywhere on the construction site. Don't get into trouble."

Paparazzi Xiao Li raised his head, looked at the tower crane standing in the night, and asked: "Uncle, can I go up to the tower crane?"

The uncle said cheerfully: "Yes, yes, but that will be a different price."

Paparazzi Xiao Li said with a bad look: "Didn't I just give you 500 yuan? Why do I have to give it to you again!"

The uncle said happily: "Then you go up."

Hearing this, Xiao Li's expression softened.

Xiao Li's body is flexible, like a monkey, and he can climb up to a huge height.

The uncle muttered in a low voice: "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer a lot. There is a tower crane and anti-climbing device. Let me see how you get up!"

Ten minutes later, paparazzi Xiao Li came down with a dark face.

Reluctantly, he took out the money and got the key from the uncle.

The uncle took out the safety lock and rope from the security room, "I don't want your money in vain. Now, there are two sets of safety locks. Use them interchangeably. You must fasten one before you can untie the other. Go to the end of the tower crane and shoot. Be clearer.”

Paparazzi Xiao Li was stunned, "Uncle, do you know what I do?"

The uncle said with a smile: "It's just a dog. Ahem, a freelance photographer. If you had come yesterday, you could have made a couple."

Paparazzi Xiao Li looked up at the 50-meter-high tower crane and was speechless. Is the paparazzi career so complicated?

Climbing up to the driving platform, the night wind was blowing.

Paparazzi Xiao Li swallowed his saliva and felt a little weak at his feet.

After thinking about the pie that the boss had drawn for him, Paparazzi Xiao Li took out the lock and tied it, and moved bit by bit towards the end of the tower crane arm.

It took half an hour to cover just a few dozen meters.

After taking a few deep breaths, paparazzi Xiao Li sent a text message to Wang Kun and then raised the camera.

in the hotel room.

Wang Kun corrected Zhang Bicheng's vocal skills.

The screen of the mobile phone in his hand lit up. Wang Kun unlocked it and put it into his pocket calmly.

Wang Kun said with a smile: "The temperature of the air conditioner in the room is a bit high. It's a bit hot after being turned on for a long time. Open the window to get some fresh air."

Zhang Bicheng nodded, "It's a bit hot."

Wang Kun opened the curtains and opened the side window in the corner.

The night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is unobstructed.

Returning to his seat, Wang Kun said to Zhang Bicheng: "I want to put my hand on your chest and feel the vibration frequency of your pronunciation. This can better correct the intonation of your pronunciation."

Zhang Bicheng was a little embarrassed, but looking at Wang Kun who looked upright, Zhang Bicheng still agreed.

Wang Kun's hands were well behaved and he did not overstep, but unfortunately Wang Kun's hands were too big.

In teaching, it’s normal to have some bumps and bruises, right?
Wang Kun said with encouragement on his face, "Yes, that's it, very good, let's do it again."

Zhang Bicheng, who was still a little reluctant to let go, lost himself in Wang Kun's praises and performed better and better.

At the end of the tower crane dozens of meters away, the paparazzi Xiao Li's feet were shaking, and he raised his camera in the cold wind to take pictures!

What is a professional?

This is called professional!

(End of this chapter)