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Chapter 440 Chapter 440: Finding the Gunner
A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Su Sheng's mouth: "Without the keyboard player, let's see how they can perform this time."

The agent heard a clue: "Are you drinking again?"

Su Sheng sat down on the bed with a wine glass: "Happy, have a drink."

The manager faintly had a headache again: "Have you practiced all the songs? There are only two days until the public performance."

Speaking of this, Su Sheng lost his temper again: "What kind of broken song did you ask someone to write for me this time? It's so difficult to sing!"

The manager was so angry that he lost his temper. He gritted his teeth and said, "This is the best lyricist and composer I've ever hired. Sing better for me and don't show your secrets!"

If it weren't for this person's incompetence, he wouldn't have gone on the road to find the gunman.

In addition to the first album, he wrote a few songs himself.

In the later stage, I can no longer write decent songs.

But his image is not bad, the company wants to praise him, and even spend money to find a shooter for him.

Who would have known that the lead singer of such a band spent money to find someone to write all the songs he sang afterwards.

Su Sheng still didn't care: "Why? When I sang before, it was pretty good, too?"

The manager didn't bother to say anything to him anymore, so he could only tell him over and over again: "Just take it to your heart and drink less!"

"Got it, got it." Su Sheng replied perfunctorily, and hung up the phone casually.

He drank the glass of red wine in one go.

He closed his eyes comfortably.

Next, just wait and see the good show.
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Soon it was the day of the performance.

The temperature has dropped recently, and many people's private servers have changed from thin sweaters to thick coats.

Today's performance venue is not big, and it is in an indoor studio.

The mode adopted by the program group is still synchronized to the network for playback.

Everyone got up at seven o'clock in the morning to gather, and took the bus to the performance venue.

Backstage to the dressing room.

Xu Bochuan also followed, his hands still wrapped in gauze.

He is worried about special circumstances, if it really doesn't work, he can still top it.

Of course, Si knew what happened to them recently, and glanced at Xu Baichuan's hand: "What are you going to do today?"

Fengcheng still had that lazy look, with long and narrow black eyes, without any emotional ups and downs.

It seems that he doesn't care at all about what will happen today.

The tone is very casual: "Do whatever you want."

Si took a look at his attitude, but he didn't look worried at all, so there shouldn't be any problem.

I was about to walk to the makeup mirror and sit down.

Suddenly thought of something, Feng Cheng raised his head and looked at Si: "By the way, do you know any more powerful stylists?"

"Stylist?" Si was taken aback for a moment.

He has figured it out, is he going to do styling?

Si leaned in front of the makeup table: "I have a professional styling team, if you need it, I can ask them to do it for you."

Feng Cheng's thin lips slightly hooked: "Girl's."

Hearing this, Si's eyes subconsciously fell on Xu Shengxiang next to him.

Girls have higher requirements for clothing.

If it is now, his team should not be prepared.

When Si was about to say something, the door was pushed open from the outside.

The assistant came in from the door carrying two bags of water: "I bought a lot of water, everyone, come and get some water."

Si thought for a while, and his mood was very light: "I know that there are some private clubs, but, if it is now, they may not be able to come here, and they need to go to their clubs."

(End of this chapter)