In the afternoon, just before the end of work in Beijing, Mr. Zheng Wangwen's studio is located in the college district of the North Fourth Ring Road, where there are a large number of job-seeking colleges that are about to graduate, and it is easy to find talented children.

By the time I arrived, I was already five minutes late, and for whatever reason, at any time, it was rude.

The name of Zheng Wangwen's studio is also very casual, it is called Zheng Wangwen's studio, on the upper floor of a fast food restaurant, and the few words in the middle of the rules make people almost miss it at a glance. Although the appearance is a little shabby, it is a simple Chinese furnishing from the door, and the brown wooden chairs with red lacquered wooden doors are also comfortable to look at together.

"I'm sorry, Director Zheng, the road is a little blocked" Fan Lan was the first to speak, Fan Lan didn't want the other party to think that they were deliberately putting on a show.

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone understands this time period." Unlike what Fan Lan thought, Zheng Wangwen himself looked kind, his eyes were thin and drooping, and he was wearing a Zhongshan cloth shirt, it was said that he was already in his forties but still revealed a capable, and he didn't blame Fan Lan who was standing next to Wei Chen when he explained it, and he smiled and turned the Buddha beads in his hand.

"Hello senior Zheng" Wei Chen pulled down his mask and nodded politely at Zheng Wangwen.

"Good, good... Chatting with that group of old guys on weekdays, everyone said that today's children rely on makeup in the later stage, and real people can't see it, I think it's an exaggeration" Zheng Wangwen stared at Wei Chen for a while and seemed to be very satisfied, and even slowed down with a few beads, and there was some feeling in his words.

"Then I'll go out" Fan Lan saw that the atmosphere in the audition room was quite harmonious, and he also knew that he should avoid it. When he went out, no one replied to him, so Fan Lan walked out of the audition room by himself. Although assistants are indispensable in many cases, it is still necessary to be conscious when discussing the content of an artist's album like this.

The pleasant sounds of conversation in the door were cut off by the door. Fan Lan began to take a serious look at Zheng Wangwen's studio.

Zheng Wangwen is not from Beijing, his hometown is from Yunnan. But the scale of this studio in Beijing is not small. Chaoyang District is also considered to be the center of Beijing, and the cost of this façade is naturally not low. Zheng Wangwen rented two whole floors as a studio, which is a bit of a luxury.

Fan Lan seems to be on the first floor of the studio, and there are many small recording studios on the first floor, just like the room where Wei Chen and Zheng Wangwen met and talked just now. I heard that the second floor is the tuning area, not that the staff can't go in, and the confidentiality work is very good.

Fan Lan wandered in this hallway, some of the doors could be seen through small glass windows, and some of the small glass windows were taped with newspapers and tape. Fan Lan walked to the end of the corridor and didn't see an empty room, and subconsciously sighed that business here was really good.

Fan Lan thought about it and wandered back to the private room in the middle, not far from the recording studio where Wei Chen was talking, just turn a corner, but the small glass window on this door was not sealed, Fan Lan could see through the glass that it was full of professional equipment, the lounge and the recording studio were separated by a glass as big as a wall, and a girl Fan Lan didn't know in the glass room was singing with her eyes closed, but Fan Lan couldn't hear a syllable through the door, and the sound insulation effect was outrageous, which made the girl's devotion a little funny in Fan Lan's opinion.

"Is the entertainment industry really so profitable?" Fan Lan pondered.

"How is that possible," someone replied.

No way!

Fan Lan turned around violently, and when he heard this ghostly voice, his hairs really stood up.

Not long ago, Fan Lan said in his heart that if he saw Cheng Cheng again, he would definitely beat him to the ground, but this next time will come too soon...

Yesterday's incident hadn't even passed 24 hours now, and as soon as Fan Lan turned around, he saw Cheng Cheng wearing a baseball cap and casual clothes, and almost fainted on the spot.