I Rely on Cultivating Immortals To Spread All Over the World

At ten o'clock on Saturday morning, Wei Jun arrived at the villa where Shengjingheng lived on time.

It was Chen Le, Sheng Jingheng's life assistant who opened the door for him.

Sheng Jingheng doesn't like having strangers set foot in his house, so he never invites aunts or part-time workers.

Whether resting at home or going out to work, Chen Le is the only person responsible for all his trivial matters.

It can almost be regarded as 24 hours a day.

Sometimes when Wei Jun saw Chen Le, he couldn't help feeling a little bit.

Obviously looking at a young man in his twenties, he has never been anxious or complained, doing housework is more meticulous than a woman.

If it was him, even with the annual salary equivalent to that of a general company director, he couldn't hold on for that long.

"The boss is in the recording studio, Wei Ge, have a cup of coffee first?"

After Chen Le welcomed Wei Jun in, he walked directly to the tea bar.

The coffee is freshly ground and brewed, and it is still steaming.

Wei Jun followed, sat down in front of the bar, and nodded, "Thank you."

When Sheng Jingheng is in the recording studio, he is at work, and he doesn't like any interruptions.

Today, there is no special announcement, that is, at noon I will have a meal with the screenwriter Chai Wentao and talk about the revised script.

Then in the late afternoon, I have to go to work in the "Idol New Era" program group to prepare for the semi-finals in the evening.

Therefore, Wei Jun was not in a hurry, and drank coffee while chatting with Chen Le leisurely.

The doorbell rang before Sheng Jingheng was down after a cup of coffee.

Wei Jun was taken aback and glanced at his watch subconsciously: "Who will come at this point?"

Chen Le went to check the doorbell monitor and answered him: "It's Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Jingrui also has a villa here, but he basically lives in Shengzhai and rarely comes to live here.

He was wearing a white sportswear, apparently he had just returned from exercising outside.

There was a friendly smile on a handsome face, and the hair on his forehead was not combed up, but dropped naturally and casually, making him look like a college student.

"Wei Jun is here too? Will there be an announcement to run later?"

Wei Jun respectfully called Mr. Sheng first, and then gave a general outline of the work arrangement.

Sheng Jingrui listened at will, nodded and said: "Then I will go up and find him."

After speaking, people went up to the second floor, unable to stop, and no one dared to stop.

Wei Jun and Chen Le looked at each other, showing the same helpless smile, and then went back to the tea bar to sit down.

Sheng Jingheng is writing a song, while playing a general tune on the electronic keyboard, while recording it on the score.

Intermittent, non-professional people can't tell why.

After watching for a while, Sheng Jingrui went up and knocked on the door, then waited for Sheng Jingheng to raise his head before pushing the door directly in.

"Aren't you preparing to make a new movie? You want to post a new song?"

Sheng Jingheng glanced at him lightly, then took off his headphones: "Something?"

"I sent you a video last night, did you watch it?"

Sheng Jingrui closed the door, dragged a chair over and sat down, and added: "It's related to Nanyue, don't you still praise her?"

"Look," Sheng Jingheng's expression is still very pale, as if his thoughts are still immersed in the inspiration of writing songs, and he has never escaped. "You are here, just for this?"

"That's your reaction when you see it?" Sheng Jingrui couldn't help but snorted, then took out his phone, found another video, and leaned to his side, "I asked Nancy to find it for me, you listen to it."

After speaking, regardless of whether Sheng Jingheng wanted to listen, he just pressed play.

A female a cappella suddenly came out of the mobile phone. The sound quality of the mobile phone was average, and the video was suppressed, and the tone was already damaged. .

Hearing that, Sheng Jingheng wrinkled his eyebrows slightly, and quickly loosened it.