It was half past three in the afternoon, and there was an endless stream of applicants and a long queue.

My cousin was so busy that she was dizzy, and Fu Yuxin was about the same.

Only Su Sa Youzai wandered, drinking tea in the office with Erlang's legs on his feet.

He also wanted to solve problems for Fu Yuxin, but he was not right professionally.

It is estimated that the company's cleaning aunt knows a lot more than him in terms of entertainment.

In line with the principle that being idle is also idle, Su Sa turned on the computer in Fu Yuxin's office and played Spider Solitaire.

Wow!

There was a knock on the door.

Su Sa took a sip of tea unhurriedly: "Please come in." ”

A young girl dressed as an OL pushes the door open with several papers in her hand.

"Mr. Su is good, is Mr. Fu here?"

Su Sa smiled and said, "Mr. Fu is in charge of the interview, just tell me if you have anything." ”

"That's right, didn't Mr. Fu tell our company's songwriters to make the theme song first, and now the lyrics and songs have been completed, but there are no singers in our company who can record a demo..."

"Well, it's a problem. Su Sama rubbed his chin and muttered.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he remembered Jerbaugh just now.

Since he can do such a technical job as women's live broadcast, singing should be no problem, right?

Just do it, call the front desk assistant that Fu Yuxin had just recruited, and ask her to call Jerbau to the office.

Within a few minutes, a panting Jelba came running.

"Mr. Su, are you looking for me?"

Su Sa nodded, looking at Jerbau, who had bought a new outfit, with interest.

Not to mention, change your hairstyle, change your clothes, this thing is really like a person!

"yes, can you sing?"

"Yes, yes, I have long been perfected in a coquettish singing style. Jerbau said proudly, patting his chest.

Su Sa is very satisfied with his self-confidence, and he is worthy of being the person he picked out with his own hands, that is, all-round and professional.

"The company has a few demos for you to record, I'll be fine, go to the recording studio to see your level!" Su Sa smiled and walked towards the recording studio with Jerbau and the young woman OL.

But when he got the score, Jerbau froze.

What the hell is this ghostly drawing on paper?

When he raised his head, he saw Su Sa's encouraging eyes.

"How's it going, is there a problem?" Su Sa asked enthusiastically.

Jelba swallowed and nodded with difficulty, although he couldn't read the phonetic transcription of the ghostly notes, but he could.

"Then go in and let me hear how you sing!"

Syllable!

After being wheeled into the studio, Jerbaugh plucked up his courage and stood in front of the microphone, making an OK gesture with headphones on, as he did on TV.

As the music played, Jeerbau was undaunted, his face unchanged, and his eyes stared directly at the score in front of him.

Su Sa nodded appreciatively, this calm energy is quite the style of a general.

Gradually, however, he realized that something was wrong.

Why didn't Jerbault, who was standing inside, just open his mouth and keep his mouth open?

Su Sa couldn't help it, and was about to take the microphone to talk to Jerbaught.

The middle-aged recording engineer next to him took the first step, took the microphone and shouted: "You are singing, why do you turn on the mute mode?"

Inside Gelbau said curtly, "That... You replay it and I didn't keep up. ”

The music stopped abruptly, and after a few seconds it started again.

Jerba looked at the people through the glass, and sighed faintly, "Death, death, death."

As the music drew closer, he snapped his mouth to the microphone.

"I'm thinking, your, recommended vote~"

"Thinking about the day, thinking about the night~"

Comparable to the slaughter of a pig, the cry of the pig and the rough mulberry of the butcher are mixed together, and the powerful sound spreads.

Outside the recording studio, everyone's faces were distorted, as uncomfortable as if they had eaten flies.

What about the knife, what about my sword? I want to slash him a hundred and eight times!

"Stop, stop, stop, come out, what else is this recording, none of the tones are accurate, and there is no way to fix the sound for you!"

Su Sa covered his face with one hand, he knew why this old brother was so depressed when he did the live broadcast.

Made, who can bear this?

Embarrassed and polite, Jerba put the headphones in place and walked out in a curt.

"Mr. Su, the company over there requires us to submit a demo within three days, you see?"

Su Sa pinched the root of his nose weakly with his hand, which was so disappointing.

Fu Yuxin is already very busy, wouldn't it seem useless to bother her with this little thing?

"The company hasn't used other signed artists or anchors yet?" asked Su Sa.

"No, I've inquired, I'm the only one at the moment," Jerbau said weakly as he crouched in the corner.

"Is there anyone who can sing, like a vocal teacher?"

"No, the previous vocal teacher has been fired. This time, the sound engineer said.

"Actually, I personally think that Mr. Su can give it a try. The recording engineer looked at Su Sa and said seriously.

"Huh, what do you say?"

The recording engineer explained: "Mr. Su, your voice is very good, you can hear from your Mandarin that your pronunciation is very standard, and besides, it's just a demo, as long as the out-of-tune is not very serious, I can save it." ”

The young woman next to her twitched, as soon as she heard this, she knew that it was the old Jianghu, looking at your thick eyebrows and big eyes, Ma De didn't expect to turn around and lick this trick!

Su Sa couldn't help but crack his mouth, he had no reason to refute it.

Well, then follow the will of the people!

Su Sa sighed in embarrassment, walked towards the recording studio, and said as he walked: "It's all for the company!"

The recording studio leaked a scheming smile when he heard this, and at the same time made up his mind that even if Su Sa sang as badly as Jerba, he would cultivate a natural sound!

Su sprinkled into the room to familiarize himself, looked at the score, and frowned.

He can read the score, but it's too humble, isn't it?

At first glance, you can see that it is an old man who writes novels.

"Hey, are there any other songs, pass this song, and bring in another one!"

But I changed several songs in a row, but none of them met Su Sa's wishes.

"No, which company's list is this? Why do they all look like they are all on the street?" Su Sa asked suspiciously.

"Yuewen Group, the list of the creation platform!"

Writers on the streets are everywhere, and eunuchs are as many as dogs.

No wonder, it makes sense.

"Look at what this word is written, you want to recommend votes, you want to subscribe, it's too humble, you can't write it like this, change it, you have to change it!"

The young woman took out the pen and paper she had with her and stared at Su Sa seriously, ready to record what he said.

"If you want to write that kind of sad point, you will know that the author is not clothed and can't eat preserved fruit when you hear it, by the way, just refer to the lyrics of the song "Tears in the Iron Window", the arrangement should be taller, and it is best to have pop elements. ”