A total of 5 students from Qingyun Music Room entered the top 60 this time.

Zhou Kaihe was the leader of the music room, and he led four students to participate in the recording.

He is very confident in this recording, and he believes that after the broadcast of this program, the reputation of Qingyun Music Room will definitely rise.

He is wearing a green turban today, his clothes are still so fancy, and his posture is still so bewitching.

Of course, walking still makes Zhang Ruofeng feel so disgusted.

He met the Zhang family brothers and sisters at the door of the TV station.

His nostrils turned to the sky: "Yo, Ruoyu, you have bought the music copyright." ”

He spoke with a gun and a stick.

caused the four female classmates next to him to laugh.

Zhang Ruoyu's talent is very good, from the body shape stage to the singing resonance, everything is overwhelming everyone.

Mu Xiuyunlin, the other classmates were very jealous of him.

Some arrogant female classmates even publicly ridiculed her, saying that she was an ugly duckling in the slums, and she wanted to do something about her singer dream. Bah!

Although the world is prosperous and powerful, it still invisibly divides some insurmountable classes by wealth. These rich girls who can pay tens of thousands of dollars for a casual bag will never be able to become friends with the orphans in the state house.

Zhang Ruoyu has been thinking about this for the past two days, in the past, she always wronged herself and tried to blend into their circle. But this draft made her completely understand the truth that 'the circle is different, there is no need to be strong'.

Therefore, in the face of the ridicule that came to her face, she did not lower her eyebrows and smile again. Instead, he raised his chin and responded in a more haughty manner: "What's the matter with you?" ”

When confidence descended on her face, she was already fresh and refined, and she directly revealed the ugliness of the well-dressed female classmates around her.

As she walked by, the four female classmates were so ashamed that no one even dared to look her in the eye.

Stay until the two siblings are far away.

The proudest Ning Siwei dared to sneer: "Hmph, what are you dragging?" What good copyright can a poor ghost buy. ”

Ning Siwei's father is the general manager of Zhongnan Pharmaceutical Company, and she has the most abundant family background. Everyone circled around her, and when she spoke, Gong Tingmeng next to her hurriedly said: "Yes, yes." She definitely can't compare to Sister Siwei this time, but Sister Siwei spent 50,000 yuan to buy the famous song "Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Blessings a Year" by the famous domestic singer Cai Ning. ”

"Wow. This song is really very popular. And it is very in line with Sister Siwei's temperament, which is pleasing. Xie Biman also praised again and again.

The two praised Ning Siwei's heart, she was bound to win this competition, and if she made it to the next round tonight, she decided to spend more money to buy the rights.

"Alright, alright, let's go in too." Zhou Kai clapped his hands with the orchid finger: "Everyone put down their mood, don't be affected by Zhang Ruoyu." This time she is completely uncompetitive with us, she will spend a thousand yuan at most to buy the copyright, what good songs can she buy? Nursery rhymes aren't worth the price. ”

As he spoke, he walked into the studio with the four students of the Qingyun Music Room.

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The number plate selected by Zhang Ruoyu is 9.

That means she'll be able to play tonight...... A total of 10 students were recorded today, and 2 were selected to advance. For the next five consecutive days, there will be a live broadcast at 11 o'clock every night, and the competition will be judged in order of drawing.

After Zhang Ruofeng saw the entire competition process, he felt dizzy and too chaotic.

With this level of control, you still play live streaming?

No wonder this show is not popular.

He suddenly thought of so many excellent variety shows in the last world, and if he took two of them to this world, he would definitely be popular all over the country.

In the past few days, Zhang Ruofeng has watched a lot of TV, in his opinion... The TV in this world is still full of the 90s style.

The scene was busy for a while, and the formal rehearsal began.

The director team was busy directing the students to move around, and the band teacher was also urgently adjusting the content of the arrangement.

"The grass platform team."

Zhang Ruofeng shook his head, he was worried about the entertainment industry in this world.

The first contestant to appear was a student from Qingyun Music Room, named Xie Biman.

She sang a song called 'Come back, my mother'.

The song is more old-fashioned, and the lyrics are written in depth.

But it's clear that Shebiman can't handle the song's deep emotions, whether it's her thin voice or her poor emotional handling skills.

"I can't bear to listen."

He shook his head and walked to the backstage dressing room to find an empty seat to sit down.

After a while, a woman in a uniform suit walked in.

"Is there any smoke?" She asked Zhang Ruofeng, her tone with a condescending commanding tone.

"Nope."

Zhang Ruofeng shook his head and pointed to the no-smoking sign on the wall.

The woman shook her head and tossed the cigarette into the trash.

Then, she began to work at her desk.

Zhang Ruofeng was idle and looked at her twice. About twenty-seven or eighteen years old, she looks above average, very capable, and looks like a strong woman.

Jingle bells! Jingle bells!

Her cell phone rang.

She pulled out her phone, pressed the speakerphone, and continued to work.

"Wang Yan. You stop this show. ”

The voice came out of the phone very directly: "The ratings of this show have fallen to the bottom, and there is no way to save it." The station decided to put on a late-night talk show, focusing on the elderly market. ”

"Director Liu. I've been preparing for this for so long, you can't just stop. I'm just starting to start this format. Wang Yan said anxiously.

"It took half a month to start, and when you're over, isn't it going to be the Spring Festival? I told you a long time ago that there is a problem with the process of this show, and there is no explosion, so it shouldn't have been launched in the first place......" There was a complaining voice over there.

Wang Yan hurriedly said, "Director Liu, can you give me another week?" After a week of no effect, I took the initiative to stop the show......"

"No, I can't. Give you another week and the advertisers are all gone. Such... I'll give you a day at most. If today's program ratings do not reach 2 percentage points in the Mid-South region. You just disband the team, go where you want! ”

The voice is very tough.

What's even tougher is that he hung up the phone directly, without giving Wang Yan the slightest room for explanation.

Listening to the beep on the phone, her tears fell suddenly.

Zhang Ruofeng was very embarrassed to sit next to him.

This Miss Wang seems to have completely ignored his presence.

He hesitated for a long time, but finally handed over a tissue.

Wang Yan saw the tissue, raised her head, and found that there were still outsiders.

Quickly wipe away your tears, and then return to the posture of a strong woman.

It's cute.

"Which group are you working on?" She pretended to say: "Don't tell your colleagues about this for the time being, don't cause unnecessary panic." I will ask Taili to take full responsibility. ”

It's very responsible.

Zhang Ruofeng admires people who are responsible, although being responsible and having ability are two different things.

But he suddenly wanted to rescue this strong woman who fell into the water.

"Actually, it's not difficult to quickly increase ratings." Zhang Ruofeng said: "Find a screenwriter to come over and make up some bloody stories for each contestant, which will quickly attract the attention of the audience." ”

"You know, the soap opera just finished at eleven o'clock, and many housewives haven't slept yet. If you can catch them next to the TV, the ratings will go up all at once. ”

Zhang Ruofeng said very simply.

Wang Yan suddenly raised her eyebrows, she seemed to have realized something.

She further asked, "What do you mean by bloody stories?" ”

"Let those contestants talk about some tragic life experiences, how difficult it is for music, and how sad it is for music." Zhang Ruofeng said in a playful tone: "By the way, let the judges on the judges' bench shed a few tears." It's best to give the judges two diametrically opposed personalities, let them quarrel openly, and let them... Tear it to your heart's content~ ...... In this way, it is difficult to think about the ratings. ”

Wang Yan nodded again and again, she suddenly became enlightened, but she didn't understand one thing very clearly: what is tearing ~ force?

Zhang Ruofeng laughed and said casually: "It's the meaning of the dispute." ”

Wang Yan suddenly realized and asked, "What's your name?" Which working group is it from? ”

"I'm not your staff, I'm here with my sister."

Zhang Ruofeng told her with a smile.

At the same time, he emphasized: "That's right. Don't ask player 9 to make up stories. ”

"Why?" Wang Yan was puzzled.

"She's my sister, and I don't want to see her sell out in public."

Wang Yan frowned: "But this kind of attention is higher, isn't it?" ”

Zhang Ruofeng smiled and refused: "No." She doesn't need cheap sympathy. She is the one who wants to be the diva. ”

As soon as his words fell, someone hurriedly ran into the dressing room: "Sister Wang, Sister Wang!" Come on, we have found a natural sound, and her song will definitely be popular in the province! ”

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