Huang Ziyong sent away the four-eyed field chicken, looking at the contract in his hand, his head hurt a little.

The world of the rich, he doesn't understand.

I just signed the contract casually and received the money for nothing.

The little bit of complacent hidden in my heart disappeared in an instant.

He suddenly discovered the fact that there was still a long way to go before he could achieve real success, so far away that he couldn't see the end.

It's cruel and it's terrible.

However, life has to go on, and he can only keep telling himself that he must be strong.

Through this self-hypnosis, he felt a little better.

"I'm sorry, I'm late. ”

Xie Yumeng burst in breathlessly, her face full of apologies.

Huang Ziyong looked at the time and was half an hour late.

His first reaction was not anger, but thinking about how much money Zhou Guangtou could earn during this time?

Buy 5 million songs, it's really TM rich!

"Don't say sorry to me, you should say it to yourself. ”

Someone who was hit to the point of having no mentality, lazily and authentically.

Anyway, he didn't plan to cooperate with Xie Yumeng, it was too disrespectful.

"I'm sorry. ”

Xie Yumeng's quiet face was a little more dizzy, and he handed over the food bag in his hand, and said weakly, "'The world's first smelly' is a little hard to find, I'm really sorry." ”

Huang Ziyong looked at the familiar food bag and was stunned.

He only mentioned it to Xie Yumeng once, he likes to eat stinky tofu, and there is a "stinky store in the world" in the old lane in the south of the city, which is a store he frequents, and it can only be bought at six or seven o'clock in the morning.

Well, it's also an uncle who sets up a stall at the corner of the street, the location is difficult to find, and if you don't know the way, you may not be able to find it for a day.

Xie Yumeng actually made a special trip and bought it for him.

I have to say, very hearted, very, very hearted.

"Thank you!"

Huang Ziyong chose to forgive her very unhappily.

Reaching out to take the food bag, he asked a little puzzled, "That...... Where's your brother?"

Xie Yumeng beckoned behind him, "Come in." ”

Then, a big boy in leather pants and leather jacket came in with a suitcase, tall, heroic, and the overall look was very musical, special man.

It's a pity that the face under the long hair, pointed and long, spoils all the beauty.

"Is this your own brother?"

The two sisters and brothers, in terms of appearance, can be described as angels and devils.

The elder sister is beautiful, and the younger brother looks like he is joking.

He thought so, and said so, "Why do you look like you're joking?"

With this look, how to attract fans, and what is the cultivation value?

"My brother. Xie Yumeng blushed and replied in an affirmative tone.

The younger brother's appearance is like a thorn stuck in the depths of her throat, which can't be pulled out.

Almost all of them had an expression of disbelief when they saw their looks.

Although she had become accustomed to it, it still stung her deeply.

"My name is Xie Tingfeng, Brother Yong is good. ”

The older boy bowed his head in greeting, as if trying to hide his anger and grief expression.

Huang Ziyong looked at it in his eyes, listened to the dinging sound in his head, and felt a little guilty.

Those words, he blurted out without even thinking about it, and this has become a habitual disease in his profession.

I can't help it!

"Your appearance is a bit terrible!"

This sentence is also unthinking, fortunately, everything is still in time to remedy, "But it doesn't matter, if the voice can, there is still a chance to come out." ”

Xie Tingfeng finally squeezed out a smile, "Thank you, Brother Yong." ”

"Don't rush to thank you just yet. Huang Ziyong raised his hand to stop it.

Big brother, you're so sincere.

He was just talking, how could he take it seriously if he gave Xie Yumeng three thin noodles?

It's like a top chef introducing a high-quality dish to a guest, even if the dish is fragrant and delicious.

But if the chef has a pimple on his face and abscesses, let alone taste, it is already polite for the guest not to vomit so nauseously.

As far as Xie Tingfeng's dignity is concerned, he looks like an eggplant, to be honest, it is estimated that the concert will be cleared.

It's something essential, given by God, and it's hard to change.

"I want to hear your voice. ”

Huang Ziyong has already made a calculation in his heart.

As soon as this guy opened his mouth, he immediately raised a red card and sent it off.

Then he shook his head inscrupulously, with a gloomy face and a silent face.

If Xie Yumeng knows each other, he should be able to understand what he means.

"Okay, Brother Yong, then I'll sing a piece of "The Rest of My Life" first?"

Huang Ziyong nodded quietly, but he was speechless in his heart.

Eldest brother!

Hurry up! Anyway, it's a formality, so what are you doing seriously?

Xie Tingfeng snorted twice and adjusted his vocal cavity in a good manner.

Then the singing begins.

"For the rest of my life

The wind and snow are you

It's you

Poverty is also yours

Glory is you

The tenderness at the bottom of your heart is you

Caused by the gaze

It's you, too."

The voice is rich, very penetrating, with a strong sense of rhythm, and the vocal vocal skills of the vocal cords are just right, not too much, not too much.

In the song, emotions are revealed.

Huang Ziyong didn't understand music, but he immediately thought of these advantages.

"It's OK!

Huang Ziyong noticed that something was wrong and immediately shouted to stop.

"Brother Yong, how is it?" Xie Tingfeng asked cautiously.

"You ...... The treble concept is somewhat missing, that ...... Vocal cord closure is also not good, there is a ...... The feeling of paste, the grooming of the ...... The skills are also average. ”

These days, Huang Ziyong follows Ren Xi and understands the principles of music.

These words were all stumbling out of his brains.

"Ziyong, Xiaofeng graduated from the Conservatory of Music, and his mentor Dean Liu Chang said that his sound quality is very special, and he is a student with the most natural high-bass transition, and his technical talent is also the best. ”

Xie Yumeng called for his younger brother on the side, "He sings really well, you see, I have brought the trophies he has participated in over the years." ”

As he spoke, he snatched Xie Tingfeng's suitcase and turned out a large number of trophies and certificates.

Huang Ziyong was dumbfounded.

Liu Chang, president of the Huaguo Conservatory of Music, once served as the conductor of the Hansler Symphony Orchestra, and was rated as the most elegant gentleman of the piano concerto, and a very bullish musician.

Almost everyone knows who makes music.

Why would he know?

Because Ren Xi was fortunate enough to listen to Liu Chang's class, he was shocked, and he has always used it as a capital to show off.

There are also those trophy certificates, which are enough to prove Xie Tingfeng's singing talent.

It's embarrassing, combined with what he just said, what's the difference between this and slapping him in the face?

And it was both accurate and ruthless, and it was beaten loudly.

"I didn't say anything about him...... Musical talent is not good. ”

Huang Ziyong's mind turned, and he quickly found a new excuse for refusal, "Of course, the studio welcomes talents like Ting Feng, but if you sign with my studio, you must hand in 500,000 yuan for every song."

Then because you are a newcomer, training, publicity, and marketing are very expensive, and during the three-year contract period, you can only share 5% of your income.

After signing the studio, everything is subject to the company's arrangement, and if there is a breach of contract, according to the severity of the circumstances, the minimum claim is 10 million. ”

This kind of harsh condition should not be accepted by anyone.

The next moment.

He's stupid!

"Thank you, Brother Yong, for your care. ”