As if feeling Zhou Qizhi's speechlessness, Fu Qingyao chuckled: "What are you afraid of, it's not you who pays anyway." When the company's affairs are done, arrange it as soon as possible, it is not clear on the phone, and we will talk in detail when we meet. ”

has known Fu Qingyao for so long, as if she doesn't care about what she is worried about.

Although he is used to her domineering, Zhou Qizhi still has some bad feelings in his heart.

The ambition under this girl's calm exterior is too deep for every man who faces her.

It seems that the ancestors said well, a woman is virtuous if she is not talented!

Getting along with too talented women, ordinary people really can't hold it.

It hurts a man's self-esteem too much.

Thinking of Su Luoran's thoughts, Zhou Qizhi smiled, how much psychological endurance does this have to be to like such a girl who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside.

In the face of Zhou Yuzhidu, Fu Qingyao, whose face has not changed, Su Luoran, who represented Huaxia in the International Piano Competition in high school, is really a group of powerful characters who want to defy the sky.

"Okay, then I'll wait and see."

hung up the phone, in the end he was still worried about Mo Keyan and Yin Qinglin who were outside, Zhou Qizhi quickly arranged the things in hand, took the two out of the album promotion team alone, and got them back to Beijing.

As for the others, they have been in this circle for so long, and they have agents to take care of them, so it's none of his business.

Zhou Qizhi was very efficient, but Mo Keyan and the two flew back to Beijing from Shanghai in two days, and the venue of the meeting was also set, which was the China Club in Beijing.

Fu Qingyao may not have heard of ordinary clubs, but the top private club like the Chinese Association is too famous. It's too difficult to think about it.

Last time, Song Yan took her to the Chang'an Club, which is as famous as the Chinese Association, and is also the four congress halls in Beijing.

The Chinese Association is located in Xidan Xirong Line Hutong, Xicheng District. It was originally the prince's mansion, and it was renovated from four five-hall courtyards. One courtyard is connected to another, which is a typical house with Chinese characteristics.

The blue bricks and gray tiles, the vertebral beams and paintings, the palace lamps and ancient acacias, the heavy atmosphere of history lingers in Sitong.

Although it is only a stone's throw away from the bustling Xidan, it retains the silent and mottled original appearance of the residence of the twenty-four sons of Emperor Chongzhen of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which makes people feel like returning to the ancient meaning of the royal marigold bowl, which is filled with a strong traditional flavor and retains the essence of traditional Chinese architecture.

Such a top-notch private club is generally progressive, unless a resident member brings it in.

And its resident membership fee is rumored to be a membership. It is 150,000 US dollars, which is equivalent to about one million yuan.

In other words, the membership fee alone costs millions, not counting the various expenses in it, which is simply outrageously extravagant.

The scale, style, and layout of the courtyard houses in Beijing are all built in strict accordance with the feudal ritual system, and the difference in rank is very obvious.

During the Zhou Dynasty, there was a rule that the number of ninety-five was for the emperor. Officials and civilians are not allowed to build houses with 95 bays.

The corners of the mountain, the heavy eaves and heavy arches, the painting caisson wells, the red windows of the red door, etc., are all imperial palaces. Those used exclusively for temples are not allowed to be used in the residences of officials and civilians.

Handing over the car to the parking brother, Fu Qingyao opened the door and came down. Take a closer look at the mansion of the ancient prince.

The last time I went to Song Jingtian's house, I had this opportunity, but unfortunately people came and went. Coupled with the face of her servant, Fu Qingyao didn't have the heart to look at it.

There are five gates of the Chinese Congress. The beams, the bucket arches, the eaves corners are decorated with color paintings, the doors and windows are decorated with black lacquer oil, and there are gold lacquer animal face tin rings on the door.

I didn't have time to look more, the waiter at the door came, and several people entered through the corner door next to it.

Bypassing the small corner, there is a road, and many banyan trees are planted in the middle of the courtyard, with lush branches and leaves, extending to the side houses on both sides. The maid wore Hanfu and walked gently on the middle corridor, like a lady walking out of an ancient painting.

There is no noise, no impetuousness, in this quiet and long place, the ancient with a hundred years of heaviness.

The antique courtyard houses, palace lamps, old-fashioned tables, chairs, beds, wind lotus, willow, peach trees and ginkgo biloba in the courtyard, the traditional combination of natural flavors, has created a mysterious and noble temperament in a folk house.

I don't know how many hand-copying verandahs and hanging flower doors have passed through the road, and the waiter gently pushes the door open.

The room is not too big, there is a square table in the middle, not big or small, just right for eight people.

Next to it is a screen that covers the small door at the back, and inside is a bed for guests to rest.

The whole house is antique, with antique mahogany furniture, calligraphy and paintings of celebrities on the walls, and antique porcelain vases on Duobaoge, which can be seen by Fu Xiong and Xie Heng.

There was a tea set and fruit snacks on the table, the water in the small teapot was just boiling, a few people sat down, the waiter was about to make tea, Zhou Qizhi waved his hand and said, "You go down, we will come by ourselves." ”

"Okay, Mr. Zhou, please ring the bell if you need to." As he spoke, he nodded to everyone in the room, and pushed out respectfully and elegantly.

As soon as she left, Fu Xiong stuck out his tongue and said, "Sister, that sister was really noble just now, how could such a beautiful person become a waiter?" ”

Zhou Qizhi said with a smile: "The waiter in this place, how many girls want to come in." ”

"Is there any detour that you haven't been able to do as a waiter?" Fu Xiong turned his head and said.

"There's a lot of knowledge in this. First of all, you have to be beautiful, have a good temperament, and have a good figure; secondly, you have to have a high degree of education, just that girl, at least a doctoral diploma; In the end, even if you meet the first two and have no way, you still can't get in. Zhou Qizhi smiled and pointed his finger and said, "Little Brother Fu, you have to learn something." ”

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Su Luoran said, "It's just a servant, in the eyes of a person like your Brother Zhou, it's not just a thing." ”

Fu Qingyao glanced at him with disgust, "There are still girls here, don't talk about this." ”

This person naturally refers to Song Jingtian, she is naïve and really doesn't look like she came from a wealthy family.

However, the Chinese club looks very good to them, but in Song Jingtian's eyes, it is too ordinary, and it is not even as good as his own room, so he is holding his mobile phone and playing non-stop.

Su Luoran has always obeyed Fu Qingyao's life, so she naturally stopped her mouth, carried a pot to make tea, and poured tea for everyone.

Looking at his elegant movements, coupled with a noble temperament, he is just like the ancient son of the turbidity.

Zhou Qizhi turned a blind eye and pulled Fu Qingyao next to him to speak, "Eh, you haven't said what you are going to do when you find everyone together today." ”

"That's right, didn't I write a new song for Ah Xiong, I thought that while it was his first album, let's have something extraordinary. I'll sing a song with him in it, which is kind of adding a little weight to his album, and then add the original eight songs, and there will be nine songs in total. So I wonder if you want to make your first vocal performance in it, and if you do, I'll create a song for you and record it on CD together when the time comes. ”

"If you are in need, it is our duty to do so." Mo Keyan was the first to speak, "What do we have to do with each other, we still have to talk about these fictitious things." It's just one point, isn't this Ah Xiong's album, a few of us singing in it, will it be a little nondescript, there hasn't been an album in China that looks like this. ”

Fu Qingyao smiled, "I've thought about this for a long time, this album was originally a birthday gift for Ah Xiong, and I didn't sign a contract with any regular company, I can do what I want, and I can't." Besides, I also thought of this, the album is divided into a regular version and a hardcover limited edition. There are only eight songs by Ah Xiong, and a few more songs are added in the hardcover edition, so it is also our first time to give a voice, so the price is naturally more expensive. ”

Su Luoran nodded, "This is a good idea, you can have it." ”

Song Jingtian waved his hand and said: "If you want me to contribute, forget about singing, I'm not the material for this." ”

Besides, her family won't allow her to show her face.

If the royal family back then showed up and became the talk of other people's after-dinner conversations, I was afraid that the ancestors of the Song family would jump out of the ancestral grave and kill her, an unfilial descendant.

Fu Qingyao nodded, "Well, you can contribute funds." ”

took out a small portable notebook from his bag, "I think so, Qinglin's singing voice is not obvious, Xie Heng's singing skills are better, and the two of them sing a song together." Ke Yan learned to sing, her voice is more unique, sing a song alone, Luo Ran's timbre is very good, and she also sings a song alone, and Ah Xiong and I sing a song together. ”

"If you count it this way, the hardcover version has four more songs than the regular version." Mo Keyan was puzzled, "Can it really be like this?" What will be the price of the hardcover version and the regular version at that time? ”

Fu Qingyao waved her hand, domineering and leaking, "The price is naturally set according to the market, don't worry about this, my sister is also the head of a new generation of talented women." For the first time to sing and perform, this appeal is still there. ”

Everyone looked at each other, "Performance? ”

"This is natural, isn't there a MV for the album?"

“MV?”

At this time, the MV was very similar to the kind in the eighties and nineties, where a person could finish a song with a tree or an empty room, and there was nothing to watch.

Where is it like more than ten years later, the MV is a small story, and an album is a whole story.

Fu Qingyao nodded, "It's the MV, the album on the market now, the songs are really good, but the MV is really bad." For example, the MV of Xu Kongya's "Sky" last time was a person looking at the sky in the woods, which was too boring. ”

She gestured with her hand and said to Zhou Qizhi, "The MV I want is the kind of picture that can match the content of the song, which is very graphic and textured, which can improve the grade of the song, rather than lowering the score of the song." ”

Zhou Qizhi thought about a few songs written by Fu Qingyao, and seemed to have some clues in his head, but the idea quickly disappeared, making him unable to grasp it.

Although he doesn't know what kind of MV can be arranged, he knows that if it is really successful, then everyone in the music scene in China will no longer ignore the shooting of the song MV.

This is a big step forward for the music industry, which has now entered a bottleneck.

And he, Zhou Qizhi, no matter what, will not be an unknown little director in the future. (To be continued......)