Night, Artist Weekly Editorial Office.

The lights above the head were bright, but there were only a few people left in the editing room who were still rushing to the manuscript.

Hu Lifu smoked a cigarette and let the smoke condense into a cloud of smoke above his head, but he only frowned tightly.

The computer screen was on, and the blank document was open for a long time, but he still didn't write a word.

Next to the keyboard, there is a large notebook, which is being spread out at the moment, and it is full of news reports cut out from various newspapers and magazines, including about Liao Liao, He Runqing, and Wuxingwu. They were all carefully sorted out by Hu Lifu and pasted one by one in chronological order.

For ordinary readers or fans, these are just some normal reports about their favorite singers, or accentuating, or sensational, or amazing, in short, there is material to be expected, but just seeing the mountain is the mountain.

However, in the eyes of insiders, for example, Hu Lifu, in his eyes, this is not just a simple report of a few singers' album sales, behind these reports, there is a genius and a thrilling wrestling.

And now, what he wants to do is to sort out these stories that are hidden behind the reports and are not known and paid attention to by ordinary people, and make the genius who has always been hidden behind the scenes, as well as the awesome things he does, public.

About him, about the super collision of the three major female voices in China at the beginning of this summer, there is information, and the clues are also in his mind, very clear, it seems that he can be brought out at any time, but he is really to write, but he is always hesitant.

It is not difficult to write it, but the difficult thing is how to get the editor-in-chief to agree to send his own manuscript in the current social environment!

After all, although everyone in the industry knows his strength and status, he is not well-known in the public. And, to be honest, there are really few news breakpoints.

He didn't finish a cigarette, and another person in the editing room was busy with something. He turned off his computer, said hello to the few people left, and pushed the door open.

Hu Lifu sighed, suddenly felt a little sore in his waist, and couldn't help but sigh that he was really old. Especially as an editor and reporter, I stay up late at every turn to write manuscripts, and I am only in my early thirties, and I already have a feeling of being old.

He shook his head, raised his hand to extinguish the butt of his cigarette, and was about to return to the question he had just thought about, when suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed, and his eyes lit up instantly.

With a hard slap on his thigh, he quickly dropped his hand on the keyboard. Crackling and starting to type.

"What were you doing when you were eighteen?"

This is the first line.

That's right, here's the selling point.

Nothing is more convincing and explosive than age.

Although in the past year, it has nothing to do with age, just the things that that person did are strong enough, and in Hu Lifu's heart, it is enough to support his own "in-depth report". But, no, to attract readers, or to put it bluntly. If you want the editor-in-chief to pass and give you the layout, you must grasp some gimmicks that are more likely to arouse the public's curiosity -- so many ridiculous things turned out to be the work of an 18-year-old young man.

Hu Lifu thinks that it must be enough!

Thereupon. All his spirit was soon put into the computer in front of him, and the sound of typing crackled -- although it was only in the last two years that computers were introduced to work in China, newspapers, magazines, and other literary organizations were certainly among the first to do so, and moreover, Hu Lifu, as a well-known veteran editor of the "Artists Weekly," was one of the first to be specially authorized to be equipped with a computer for office work, and his typing speed was naturally honed a long time ago.

So, after about two hours, he was the only one left in the entire editorial room, and finally, an article of five or six thousand words was finally completed under his hands.

He looked back, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Pulling the document to the front, he hesitated for a long time, and typed a line in the blank space of the title - "He is only eighteen years old, and his student's name is Liao Liao!"

After writing it, he checked it again, and felt that there were no mistakes, so he saved it and sent an email directly to the editor-in-chief.

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When he came to the newspaper office early the next morning, Hu Lifu put down his things, he didn't care about drinking water, so he knocked on the door of the editor-in-chief first, and when he heard the sound "come in" inside, he quickly pushed the door and went in.

"Editor-in-chief, the manuscript I sent you yesterday ......"

The editor-in-chief's surname is Su, fat, and belongs to the chubby style.

When he looked up and saw that it was Hu Lifu, he frowned, and said unceremoniously: "Old Hu, are you making trouble?"

"Uh......" Hu Lifu was stunned when he heard this, "this ...... How so?"

They have worked together for many years and are very familiar with each other, so Su Fatzi is not polite, and directly criticizes, "You are the old editor of our weekly newspaper, can you still not know what I mean? You say you get this, can I send it? Dare to send it? Does anyone like to read it? I know, I don't need you to say that I also know, whether it is the rise of Liao Liao, or the bloody story of Wuxing Wusu, it must be good material, but you can't deviate the focus, who is the focus? Liao Liao can do it, the Five Elements Wusu can also do it, and even He Runqing can do it, but you write Li Qian... … You go to the street and ask, who knows who Li Qian is!"

Hu Lifu licked his dry lips, hesitated, and said, "What do you mean?"

Su Fatzi just said: "What do I mean? I mean you are killed!"

Hu Lifu was silent.

After a while, he tentatively asked, "Is it okay to give a secondary page?" Or can I cut it down?

Fat Su looked at him, looking like he hated iron but not steel, and sighed: "Old Hu, you ...... You're a brain, really...... Look at how many new editors are far worse than you in terms of writing and analytical skills, but which one of them doesn't make more money than you? You are an old editor, and you let a bunch of newcomers step on them, do you know it? Then why do people earn more than you? Because people understand a very simple truth, that is, a manuscript that can be published is a good manuscript! What kind of manuscript is easy to publish and can get a bonus? Hot spot, hot spot, hot spot!"

After a pause, he glared at Hu Lifu and said, "You go back and rewrite the manuscript." Just write ...... Uh, anyway, the main perspective and the protagonist must not be Li Qian, as for Liao Liao. It's still the five elements, you can do it yourself, and then, I'll watch the chess game or the next period, and give you half a version. That's right. You know this circle very well, and it is a very in-depth understanding, about Zhou Yan's comeback, you are not willing to write an in-depth interpretation or something?"

Hu Lifu hesitated for a moment, and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll go back and rewrite, that's it...... Zhou Yan, I won't rob them of this, Zhou Yan's things, it is estimated that everyone can grab their heads. ”

Hearing this, Fat Su glanced at him helplessly. Sigh and wave your hand, "Then you go!"

Hu Lifu hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't say the words "Please think about it again", turned around and went out, closed the door, and saw Zheng Guochang smiling at himself from a distance, so he shook his head helplessly.

Zheng Guochang walked over and asked with a smile, "The manuscript is dead?"

Hu Lifu nodded, "Killed, let it be rewritten." To write the history of Liao Liao's rise, you can't write Li Qian. ”

Zheng Guochang patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "The situation is such a situation, the common people know a fart producer? Who does they care who writes the song for you?" As long as the song is good, just remember who sang it!"

Hu Lifu nodded and smiled helplessly, "Then ...... Write Liao Liao!"

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Liao Liao is red and purple, Huang Yuqing is red and purple, and He Runqing terminated the contract. Zhou Yan made a comeback.

Li Qian's studio has opened.

Before the official opening, Qi Jie had already begun to plan for recruitment, and after the official opening of the studio, the recruitment advertisement of Li Qian's studio was soon published in several newspapers.

Of course, this type of recruitment is for clerks, front desks, and professional managers.

At present, the studio has only roughly set up a basic office shelf, and the specific music business is actually not able to be carried out for the time being, as the boss, Li Qian can only take time to go to Changsheng Records to give Lin Xiufeng and a few of them supervised works, which can be regarded as earning a little extra money, but the ordinary staff who should be recruited must be in place as soon as possible.

So, in the following week or so, Li Qian was busy going to Changsheng Records as a producer, and Qi Jie stayed in the studio day by day, responsible for contacting and interviewing candidates.

By the beginning of October, the number of people was basically recruited.

First of all, he is a professional manager, named Duan Yuguo, thirty-three years old, he looks very calm, he has been a financial reporter for several years, and then he resigned, he did business by himself, lost money, and then he went to various companies, and he was always a middle-level manager, and he was recruited to be mainly responsible for personnel and administrative management. At present, his ability is not obvious, but he is not slow to do things, and he is very disciplined, Li Qian also met and felt quite satisfied, so he was set to be the internal supervisor, with a monthly salary of 8,000 and a bonus.

Then there is a financial cashier, an accountant, a front desk, and a clerk.

Counting Li Qian, the music director, Qi Jie, the general manager, and Li Jinlong, the artist manager who plans to go to the studio by the end of October, there are a total of nine people in Li Qian's studio, and the shelves are preliminarily erected.

Of course, at present, the studio basically has no substantive business, so for Qi Jie, it is necessary to start gradually exercising and learning management skills, and for the new people who join the studio, the main business is two major parts: first, pay attention to, sort out, and summarize the dynamics of the entertainment industry, especially the music industry, at any time;

But anyway, everyone is gradually getting acquainted, and the work that is currently very easy on the hand has also begun to get started, and, as it becomes more and more familiar, when everyone hears that after New Year's Day, Liao Liao, the most famous singer in the music industry today, will sign a studio, the passion and confidence are simply unprecedentedly high - obviously, everyone knows that a newly established studio can actually attract big names of Liao Liao's level to join, which shows how optimistic people are about this studio!

In other words, at least the job I just got so far will not be lost anytime soon. At least, it doesn't seem like the studio is going to close its doors in the blink of an eye!

And then, when Liao Liao, who came back after going out to participate in several commercial performances, really came to the studio and proved that Qi Jieqi's words were not nonsense, the situation seemed to suddenly become more and more clear.

Isn't one Liao Liao enough to support this small studio? Everyone knows that big singers can make a lot of money!

In fact, Liao Liao's attitude was very modest, so modest that a group of young men and girls in their twenties were amazed - they wanted to sign it, they wanted to sign it, they wanted to sign a photo, they wanted to take a group photo, no problem, it was no problem to take a group photo in the studio!

Of course, the biggest problem at the moment is that several weeks have passed, and these newly recruited people, except for Duan Yuguo, the only manager-level person, have never seen the boss!

Everyone just heard that he was still in college, and then he seems to be spending all his spare time making albums for other people lately. And then, well, it's said that the boss is handsome and has a great position in the circle.

In fact, when he first recruited all the people, at the first plenary meeting, Qi Jie first showed up his boss's resume, considering that the names that have frequently appeared in his resume have become popular in the past year, so his great deeds are easy to be remembered by the new staff of the studio.

Well, several albums and singles related to Li Qian, in short, a total of twenty-four songs have been listed in all his works, including three albums and one single, all of which have been sent to each person for free by Qi Jie.

Working in this studio, there are no other benefits, the biggest advantage is that you can listen to songs publicly when you go to work, and even Qi Jie, as the general manager, simply put forward relevant hard requirements, that is, all the staff are required to listen to the twenty-four songs at least a few times, not to be forced to sing, at least to know.

Of course, in fact, those songs have been popular all over the country in the past year, and even if she doesn't ask for it, most of the young men and women in the company have heard it.

So, why Liao Liao came to this studio is clear.

As a result, I originally only thought that the singers were so powerful, but these laymen, who were completely ignorant of the so-called producers and the like, had a deeper understanding of the greatness of the studio owner.

Well, in Liao Liao's words, Qi Jie's brainwashing work is quite good.

In mid-October, the first batch of music equipment ordered by the company arrived, and they were busy chattering for several days, all of which were installed and debugged.

However, just as music, gossip and the boss's great deeds took over the rhythm of the studio's life, one day in late October, the studio suddenly welcomed a mysterious guest wearing sunglasses.

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Hurry up, hurry, or fall after twelve o'clock. (To be continued.) )