Dad Academy

"I like your choir very much. The "Lonely Warrior" you sing is very nice. The Dada band all sang your cover..."

The manager surnamed Xiao followed him all the way, saying all kinds of nice things to get closer to him.

Wang Wenming watched the whole process but didn't say anything. After arriving at the recording studio, he communicated with the staff and asked Xiaobai and others to go in and sing, just like singing karaoke.

After everyone went in, the manager named Xiao had the opportunity to ask Wang Wenming about the Malanhua Children's Chorus.

"Do they have an agent?" he asked.

Wang Wenming said: "No."

"You have to find an agent."

"Maybe not."

"How can it be certain? Only by having an agent can you manage your career well."

"They just sing as a hobby."

"Didn't they form a choir? I know what you mean. They have to go to school, right? That's okay. They can participate in activities when they are not in school."

"Mr. Xiao, you are thinking too much."

Wang Wenming said bluntly.

"Director Wang, tell me if you have anything to say."

"Do you know who brought them today?"

"Who?" The agent surnamed Xiao was suddenly startled, "Is it Mr. Zhang?"

Wang Wenming is the office director and the person who surrounds his boss, so it’s not surprising that he guessed it was Zhang Tan.

Wang Wenming nodded.

The expression of the agent surnamed Xiao changed and he said: "That doesn't matter, you have to find an agent. I can apply to Mr. Zhang."

He could see very clearly that the Malanhua Children's Choir sang so many good songs, all of which were written by Zhang Tan. It could be seen that he was Zhang Tan's confidant. If he could become their manager, it would be Zhang Tan's. Direct lineage, status changes instantly.

Wang Wenming smiled and said: "It's better not to, let me just say this, Mr. Xiao, look at the girl with short hair, you don't know her, right?"

The manager surnamed Xiao looked at the few little girls in the recording studio and noticed the short-haired one in the middle. He looked carefully and again. He was about to say that he didn't recognize her, but his face suddenly changed and he hesitated: "Mr. Zhang's daughter?"

Wang Wenming gave him an approving look, "Yes."

The agent surnamed Xiao did not expect to see Zhang Tan's daughter. He had always heard that Zhang Tan had a daughter, and many people had seen her in the company, but he did not.

This is the first time.

He just combined Wang Wenming's language and expression, and then noticed that Xiao Bai's eyebrows and Zhang Tan were quite imaginative, so he thought of it.

Wang Wenming continued: "Do you know who the youngest girl who has been talking to you just now is?"

The manager surnamed Xiao turned his attention to Xi'er and saw that this little girl who looked very festive and happy was singing seriously.

"Who is it? The boss's little daughter?"

"She's his goddaughter."

The manager surnamed Xiao smiled bitterly. No wonder the Malanhua Children's Chorus always gets new songs from Zhang Tan. It turns out there is such a relationship.

Forget it, this kind of boss's group of relatives and friends is not something he can win over.

The Malanhua Children's Chorus has been around for several years. If they had had an agent, they would have had one a long time ago. They wouldn't have waited until now.

However, he was still unwilling to leave and asked Wang Wenming to help him keep an eye on it if there was a chance.

Wang Wenming was noncommittal and said to himself, even if you really become someone's agent, who can you manage? Which one can you control?

He had seen with his own eyes how Zhang Tan treated Xiaobai and Xi'er, and calling them the apple of his eye would not be an exaggeration.

The agent surnamed Xiao left unwillingly.

In the recording studio, the Malanhua Children's Choir was singing vigorously, but all the staff came out.

Wang Wenming stepped forward and asked, "Why don't you need to operate the machine?"

A staff member said with a wry smile: "They sang without structure and for fun. They couldn't record it, and they couldn't tune it even after they recorded it."

The tuner nodded in agreement, even if there were millions of tuners, it would be impossible for them to tune it well.

Because this group of children is totally messing around, singing and singing happily without any cooperation at all.

"I listen."

Wang Wenming walked to a place, picked up the headphones and put them on his head, and he could hear the singing in the recording studio in real time.

He wore it for less than five seconds, then quickly took it off, rubbed his ears without leaving a trace, and smiled at the staff who had been staring at him: "It's so happy in there."

The staff all agreed: "Yes, it's really fun inside."

After a while, the door of the recording studio opened, and Cheng Cheng, Xiaomi, and Dudu came out.

At the same time, the high-pitched singing voice in the recording studio was also leaked.

Fortunately, the sealed door was quickly closed again.

"Why don't you sing?" Wang Wenming asked.

Xiaomi smiled at him and said, "I'm a little tired from singing."

Dudu told the truth: "Pang Liuliu sang so loudly that my head was buzzing."

When Xiaomi heard this, she also looked helpless. Dudu told the real reason. She was just a little tired as an excuse.

Wang Wenming almost laughed out loud.

"Go and sit in the rest area. There are fruits and drinks there."

He took the three of them to the floor-to-ceiling window not far away, and then came back. Through the glass wall, he could see the three remaining little ones in the recording studio singing at the top of their lungs and making many body movements, as if they were in a ring. Similar.

Xi'er took off her headset and hurried out.

As soon as she went out, she held onto the wall and took a few quick breaths. Seeing Wang Wenming staring at her, hiahia laughed twice.

"I'm going to be sung to death by Xiaobai and Liuliu, so I'd better take a rest."

"Take a rest when you are tired, they are over there." Wang Wenming pointed to the positions of Dudu and the others.

Xi'er held on to the wall and walked for a while, finally regaining her composure, and then broke away from the wall and walked independently.

It’s not easy for this child, Wang Wenming thought to himself.

Okay, now it's the finals in the recording studio. The red side is Xiaobai, and the blue side is Luoliu. Let's see who can have the last laugh.

Although there was no sound, Wang Wenming was very interested, and the other staff members remained silent, staring at the situation in the recording studio to see the final result.

Suddenly, they didn't know what was being sung in it, but what they saw before their eyes was that the red side and the blue side suddenly started fighting and wrestling together.

Wang Wenming and others were stunned for a moment, then pushed the door open and went in to break up the fight.

As soon as I entered, I heard a sound.

"You little bastard, you sneak up on me! You have no sense of martial ethics at all."

"You're so stupid. You're singing so badly, Luliu, that I'm going to be disturbed to death by you."

"You can't afford to play duck, Xiaobai, you little melon. If you have the ability, don't do it."

"Eat my jio, look, I'm moving the jio~"

"Ah - Gua Wazi, I will fight with you! I won't let you go, I must defeat you!"

"Eat my sword~"

"You also take a blow from my sword!"

"Look at my flower arrangement, hey! I lied to you, take my sword!"

"Ah - I almost died, who will save me? Who will save me -"

Wang Wenming and the staff quickly pulled them away.

Seeing their lingering anger, Wang Wenming couldn't help but laugh. It's a strange thing in the world, even those who sing can get into fights.