I really don't want to be a superstar

Chapter 35, Brother Fang. Did you forget me!

"let's start."

In the recording studio, Fang Wenshan lighted a cigarette without hesitation, chewing betel nuts, the smoke was lingering, leaving some tobacco stains on his beard.

His dress, grooming, and behavior all tell others that he is an 'artist'.

And under the influence of double taste, Fang Wenshan feels that inspiration is continuously pouring out from the depths of his mind.
"Azure is waiting for Misty Rain, and I'm waiting for you."

Fang Wenshan squinted his eyes halfway, thinking about how to sing the next line, what kind of lyrics should be in the next line, where is the high pitch, where is the low pitch, and where to use vibrato.

In this state, no one dared to disturb him.

He is Fang Wenshan.

In the recording studio, a singer was trying to sing his song affectionately, but he didn't care.

It seems to be relieved, it seems not to care.

The person he chooses, he rest assured.

At this time, there was a burst of sound from the side.

"Jianghu laughs, my memories with you are after misty rain"

The sound from the recording studio next door made Fang Wenshan frown.

He hated being interrupted by inexplicable voices when he was thinking about the song.

For example now.

"What's going on here?"

The recording guy in the recording studio next door has long been bought by Ma Xiangdong, and he has already prepared his lines: "Oh, sorry, sorry, there is a problem with the equipment, and now it can only be played outside. Wait a minute, we are solving the problem."

The recording guy was pretending to be fiddling with the equipment, he just ignored the wire that he had intentionally unplugged, and let the singing sound come out from the speaker.

"Your recording studio is not cheap anyway, and the equipment can still have such problems."

Fang Wenshan frowned, but she only complained and didn't take much action.

After all, things like equipment are force majeure.

No matter how expensive the equipment is, there will be problems. This is common sense.

Fang Wenshan is also a reasonable person in most cases, he just continued to sit and simply listened to the singing in the recording studio.

"However, this person's voice is quite good. His singing skills are a bit immature, and his voice is very clear and crisp. He is a good seedling."

It's not that spicy.

There are even some that can!
Should be a good seed.
Of course, it's just a good seedling, not to the extent that Fang Wenshan takes it to heart.

In other words, it can be taken to heart, but it is not necessary.

Fang Wenshan himself is still thinking about the lyrics and songs with his eyes closed.

After recording the sound in the recording studio, the door opened, and Ma Xiangdong came out from inside, came to Fang Wenshan by coincidence, and recognized him by coincidence.

"Master Fang Fang Wenshan? Is that you!"

"Um"

"Master Fang Wenshan, I'm your fan!"

"Oh?"

Fang Wenshan was a little surprised. He didn't expect this boy with a crisp voice and immature singing skills to be his fan?

At this moment, Ma Xiangdong's face was flushed red, his excitement was beyond words, and he felt like a fan circle.

Of course Fang Wenshan had no other reaction, on the contrary she was a little happy.

Who is not happy to meet fans.

Besides, the voice condition of the person in front of him is not bad.

"Boy, you sing well, are you professional?"

"Yeah, I'm currently a trainee."

"Oh? Which company's trainee?"

"Currently a trainee of Tianyu"

"Tianyu?"

Fang Wenshan thought about this company. It used to be pretty good, but now it has been eroded by capital into a different shape. If you call it an entertainment company, it is actually more like a capital company.

The two started chatting, and Fang Wenshan became more and more speculative as they chatted, and felt that the young man in front of him was right for him.

That is of course to your liking.

Ma Xiangdong has researched Fang Wenshan's preferences online, and secretly browsed his Weibo for a day, analyzing all kinds of content that can be used for chatting
He analyzes Fang Wenshan like the girl he wants to chase!

Opportunities are always reserved for those who have them, and Ma Xiangdong deeply understands this truth.

"Boy, it's not bad, it's very good for me."

Fang Wenshan became more and more pleasing to the eye, and even decided to write a song for this kid on the spot.

"Where."

Ma Xiangdong was quite modest, with his head half down, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Stable.

I was appreciated by Fang Wenshan.

"But you are not by my side, I entrust Qingfeng to take you to Ankang."

"Time slow down, don't make you old anymore."

A deep and magnetic singing voice came from the recording studio.

After hearing this voice, Fang Wenshan was stunned for a moment, and did not continue to talk to Ma Xiangdong. Although Ma Xiangdong was still talking at this time, his mind had already flown to the other side.

"This is."

On the other side, the little brother in charge of tuning and calibration suddenly froze, and apologized: "Oh, I'm sorry, sorry, I accidentally played it outside, I'm going to adjust the equipment now"

The calibrator is still complaining.

Who the hell, turned all the speakers to external speakers? !
So wicked.

"Keep playing, don't stop."

"what"

"Brother Wen Shan"

Ma Xiangdong is still courting at the side, Fang Wenshan's thoughts have been attracted to the other side.

this voice.
Is it Liu Donghua?

No, it's a bit like Liu Donghua, but the voice is different. This voice is clearer, younger, and more energetic.

With this deep singing, there are some wonderful chemical reactions.

At this time, Fang Wenshan's expression gradually became greedy.

Fang Wenshan didn't care about it, and came to this tuning boy, and said sincerely.

"Dude, can you tell me the identity of this singer?"

"Sorry, no, this is client secret."

The tuning guy refused decisively, just kidding, this is a matter of professional ethics.

Even if Fang Wenshan is a great musician in front of him, this principle cannot be broken. How can they continue to do this recording studio if they leak customer information.

"Please, tell me, his voice is really suitable for this song of mine, I will give you money, 1 yuan, 2 yuan, okay? How much do you want, as long as you don't points, I will give you all, and I will buy his identity information."

"Sorry, really not."

The tuning guy refused decisively. He would not lose his job and career for 2 to [-] yuan.

"What is the phone number of your boss, I will talk to him personally."

"Our boss won't agree to you either. This is a matter of principle. I'm really sorry."

Fang Wenshan was about to quarrel with this little brother. Like the rumors on the Internet, he was reasonable most of the time. Since there are most of the time, then there is a small part of the time, just like now.

Only Ma Xiangdong was left in a mess, staring blankly at Fang Wenshan who was arguing with others over a song. Now Fang Wenshan had long regarded Ma Xiangdong as an air man.

"Brother Fang Fang"

Did you forget me? !
(End of this chapter)