My house collapsed from the top, and the system just came?

This is just a caring greeting from Liu Zhengwen.

But he never expected that Wang Mo climbed up along the pole.

Wang Mo smiled: "Okay."

? ? ?

! ! !

Liu Zhengwen almost choked to death on his own saliva.

Brother, can you be more humble?

Although you, Wang Mo, were once a top player, how did you become a top player? Don’t you have some B in mind?

It's not just him.

Other colleagues also looked strangely in their eyes.

Liu Zhengwen swallowed his saliva and forced a smile: "That's alright, you... just play freely."

No matter what anyone else thinks.

But at this moment, Wang Mo was excited because the opportunity he had been waiting for finally arrived.

In the next few days, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Wang Mo sat in front of his computer every day and worked seriously.

Pretend to be busy even though you don’t know what you are busy with.

It was not until the fifth day that the composition department completed all 50 songs and submitted them to Liu Zhengwen for review.

Wang Mo stopped pretending.

He printed out the score of "It Doesn't Matter" that he had prepared and walked to Liu Zhengwen's office with it.

office.

Liu Zhengwen is reviewing the songs submitted by department employees.

"Dong dong dong~~~"

There was a knock on the door.

Liu Zhengwen raised his head and said tiredly: "Please come in."

Wang Mo pushed the door open and said politely: "Mr. Liu, my song has been written. Can you take a look?"

"What?"

Liu Zhengwen didn't react for a moment, but he was stunned after a moment: "Did you really write a song?"

The last time he saw Wang Mo agree to write a song, he thought it was a joke.

Wang Mo nodded: "Really."

Liu Zhengwen had doubts in his eyes: "You... know how to compose music?"

Wang Mo showed a nice smile and said: "Mr. Liu, you may have forgotten. Before I debuted, I studied art and technology at the Film and Television Academy. Although it was not a composition department, I still had to study composition."

"oh!"

Liu Zhengwen suddenly realized, no wonder Wang Mo was so confident.

He smiled slightly: "Okay, give me the song and I'll take a look."

Wang Mo handed over the printed sheet music.

Liu Zhengwen took a closer look, and the name of the song came into view: ""It doesn't matter"?"

He shook his head and sighed secretly.

It seems that Wang Mo came up with such a song title because he was desperate.

The more indifferent it seems on the surface, the more troubled it is in my heart.

Seeing Wang Mo's calm look in front of him, Liu Zhengwen was sure that the other party was deliberately forcing himself. He had already imagined how desperate and sad the boy in front of him felt, and felt the despair.

After all, no matter how strong their psychology is, few people can bear the feeling of falling from the top to the mortal world.

well……

This is life!

In fact, speaking of it, this child is also a poor person, much more pitiful than himself.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhengwen's inner grudge against Wang Mo slowly disappeared. He sighed and patted Wang Mo on the shoulder: "Wang Mo, please look away and stop thinking so much?"

? ? ?

What did I think?

Wang Mo was stunned and said, "I didn't think much about it?"

Liu Zhengwen: "I know, you have thoughts."

Wang Mo: "I really didn't think about it."

Liu Zhengwen: "Okay, I won't say anything anymore, I understand."

What do you know again?

Wang Mo looked suspicious.

Liu Zhengwen was silent and looked down at the song sheet Wang Mo had given him.

Although he was convinced that Wang Mo couldn't write any good songs, his eyes still showed seriousness.

As the head of the composition department, his dedication does not allow him to treat any musical work with contempt or ridicule, even if it is written by Wang Mo.

He doesn't care how bad Wang Mo's writing is.

He only cares about his attitude.

Being able to become the manager of the composition department, Liu Zhengwen also has strong professional ability in composition. He can even form a simple melody in his mind based on the music score alone to judge the quality of the song.

"It doesn't matter who falls in love with whom; it doesn't matter who makes whom haggard..."

Liu Zhengwen hummed a few words to the melody and then frowned.

What surprised him slightly was that the lyrics and melody of this song didn't look like they were written by a newcomer.

All complete.

But that's it.

Because the quality of the song was not high in his opinion, anyway, it sounded... a bit ugly to him when he sang it.

In other words, this song is unlikely to have commercial value.

This result was expected by Liu Zhengwen. It would be strange if Wang Mo could write good songs.

"Wang Mo...this song..."

Liu Zhengwen hesitated for a moment and said politely: "Let me put this song here for now. Then I will hand it over to the vocal department to see if there is a singer who can be selected."

Wang Mo saw Liu Zhengwen's expression and understood.

I know that the other party thinks that "It Doesn't Matter" is of poor quality.

He didn't think Liu Zhengwen had poor vision, but admired him for his skill. Because Wang Mo knew in his heart that if the song "It Doesn't Matter" were sung by ordinary singers, few people in the entire music world would be able to sing it well.

Even the king and queen of heaven are difficult to control.

It can be seen from the twenty years since the release of "It Doesn't Matter" in the previous life that almost no singer dares to cover it.

Because this song, apart from Brother Kun’s unique voice, would have been the scene of a car accident if other singers sang it.

Only a smokey voice like Brother Kun can turn decay into magic.

so.

How could Liu Zhengwen know the true value of this song?

but.

It is impossible to give a song to the vocal department, otherwise it will definitely be thrown into the trash can by the vocal department.

Wang Mozhen said: "Mr. Liu, can I choose the singer for this song?"

Liu Zhengwen exclaimed: "You choose your own singer?"

Wang Mo nodded and said: "Yes."

Liu Zhengwen rubbed his eyebrows.

Brother, you still don’t understand the status of our composition department?

To put it bluntly, we are all tool people.

Only the singers choose us, there is no reason for us to choose the singers.

If the composition department had the right to select singers, then Liu Zhengwen would have left the company long ago.

It seems that Wang Mo is used to the top life and has not yet settled into his current position.

"no!"

Liu Zhengwen said tactfully.

Wang Mo: "Mr. Liu, I know the status of our songwriters, so please rest assured that I will not cause you any trouble. I will communicate with the singer I selected in private. If the other person is willing to sing my song, I will Give the song to him. If you don’t want to, I won’t force you.”

"oh?"

When Liu Zhengwen heard this, he nodded.

After all, according to Wang Mo, there is no problem at all.

The key is...which singer can like the songs written by Wang Mo?

Unless you are blind.

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask: "Do you have a favorite singer?"

Liu Zhengwen thought that if the singer Wang Mo liked was a big shot in the vocal club, he would have to give some advice to avoid being humiliated.

In the past few days, Wang Mo already had a candidate and blurted out: "Hao Mingxing."

"who?"

Liu Zhengwen didn't react for a moment, but soon he almost shouted: "What? Hao Mingxing?"

Hao Mingxing is not a well-known singer.

On the contrary...this man is nothing.

But Liu Zhengwen knew the other party's name.

Because this person's situation is a bit special.

Originally, Hao Mingxing had a pretty good voice and was a resident singer in a bar. Then he was recruited by Yunhai Media and became a newcomer in the company's vocal department. But not long after the other party entered the company, because he practiced singing too hard, his vocal cords could not vibrate, so he had to undergo vocal cord surgery.

However, unexpectedly, after the operation, Hao Mingxing's voice lost its previous cleanness and freshness and became very hoarse.

In short: It’s useless!

A broken voice is equivalent to becoming disabled for a singer.

"You choose Hao Mingxing?"

Liu Zhengwen almost lost his composure: "Do you know, he is..."

He is a useless person... Liu Zhengwen didn't say the last two words, but Wang Mo understood what he meant.

Wang Mo said firmly: "Yes, it's him!"

Liu Zhengwen stared at Wang Mo for a while and found that Wang Mo was not joking, but showed seriousness in his eyes.

He thought for a while and nodded: "I understand."

Wang Mo was stunned?

Do you understand again?

Liu Zhengwen really felt that he knew the reason why Wang Mo chose Hao Mingxing.

Hao Mingxing is a useless person.

But now Wang Mo is not a useless person?

In his opinion, Wang Mo chose the other party out of sympathy for each other.

Because if Wang Mo chose another singer, no one would think highly of his songs. In order not to lose face, he chose someone who couldn't sing.

Let’s huddle together to keep warm.

"well……"

Liu Zhengwen sighed in his heart.

Both of them are disabled, but they are a perfect match.

Forget it, let them figure it out.

Anyway, nothing can be accomplished.