"Ah, nothing."

Han Shuyan didn't expect Meng Feibai's ears to be so pointed, so he hurriedly changed the topic and said:

"Did you bring the demo that I told you on the phone yesterday? It has been two months since you signed the contract, although you are a newcomer, but you can't have no movement for two months, and the company has to evaluate the performance. ”

Speaking of this, Han Shuyan frowned slightly unconsciously, and before meeting Meng Feibai, she was reminded that she was a little dissatisfied with Meng Feibai, although he took the road of an original singer, and he didn't need the company's help in the lyrics and songs, but he couldn't have no movement for two months.

So she couldn't help but call him yesterday, in her opinion, no matter how good the two months are, Meng Feibai should be able to provide a demo of a song, so that she can also communicate with her superiors.

"Oh, I brought it, because the time is tight, so I only wrote ten songs, which should be enough."

Meng Feibai said and took out the prepared USB flash drive from his backpack.

"Because my recording equipment is not very good, the quality of the demo may not be very good, if necessary, I can also re-record it in the company..."

"Sister Han? Sister Han? ”

Meng Feibai said to himself and found that Han Shuyan was looking at him with wide eyes, so he couldn't help but wave his hand in front of her eyes and call softly.

"Ten... Ten songs?! ”

Han Shuyan suddenly raised his voice and said in shock.

"Huh? Isn't it enough? If it wasn't enough, I think about it now, and I should be able to write two more songs. ”

Meng Feibai knew that Han Shuyan was shocked by his speed of writing songs, but when he saw her shocked expression, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Now that I think about it, I can still write two songs?!"

This is writing a song, not a leave note.

Han Shuyan was shocked again.

She thought it would be good to have one or two songs, after all, looking at the quality of Meng Feibai's singing repertoire in the preliminary and semi-finals, it is understandable that the creation cycle is a little longer, but she didn't expect Meng Feibai to bring ten samples, which made her a little skeptical about the quality of the samples brought by Meng Feibai in shock.

"yes."

Meng Feibai held back a smile and pretended to be a matter of course.

"Whew..."

Han Shuyan exhaled deeply, then his expression returned to normal, and said softly:

"Okay, I'll take it to my colleagues in the production department, and you can wait here for a while."

She took the USB flash drive from Meng Feibai's hand, nodded politely to Meng Feibai and Gurhan, and then pushed open the door of the hospitality room.

"That, I know you are a talented young man, but creation is not won by quantity, quality and soul are the foundation of whether a song has vitality or not, I hope you can consider it more when you create in the future."

With that, she gently closed the door to the reception room.

What do you mean? Doubting my ability to copy songs?

Meng Feibai looked at the door that had been closed, and complained frantically in his heart.

If it weren't for your receptivity, I would have written you ten more lines on the spot, ensuring that each one is a brand new version that you haven't heard of!

"She's suspicious of you."

Just as Meng Feibai was secretly complaining, Gurhan's muffled voice came.

Meng Feibai raised his head, and sure enough, he saw a hint of a smile in Gu Erhan's seemingly unapproachable expression.

"I'm not stupid, I can hear you."

Meng Feibai leaned back on the sofa chair and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Seeing Meng Feibai's expression like eating rat feces, Gurhan finally couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

"When she hears my songs, she'll know how ignorant she is."

Meng Feibai didn't want to deal with Gurhan, who had a lively expression, so he clasped his hands to his chest and said confidently.

The two of them had been waiting in the reception room for nearly an hour before waiting for Han Shuyan again.

"I've kept you two waiting."

Han Shuyan, who had returned to the reception room, looked at Meng Feibai's eyes completely changed, if she was still skeptical about Meng Feibai's ability just now, then now her eyes looking at Meng Feibai were no different from looking at immortals.

Meng Feibai was keenly aware of the change in Han Shuyan's demeanor, and after smiling vaguely at Gurhan, he got up and said with a smile as usual:

"It's okay, what's going on with the little one?"

Hearing Meng Feibai's words, Han Shuyan couldn't help but blush slightly, remembering the words he wanted to knock on him just now.

"Ahem, your sample is now in the hands of our production director after circulation, and he is very satisfied with your work and wants to interview you, so let me invite you over."

"That's right..."

Meng Feibai smiled politely and nodded reservedly.

"Okay."

At this time, Meng Feibai was full of arrogance and rare approachability that a creative talent should have in Han Shuyan's eyes, how comfortable he looked.

In the eyes of Gurhan, who was still cold-faced, if Meng Feibai suddenly became a dog at this time, then he would definitely be rolling on the ground with his tongue sticking out his tongue and wagging his tail.

"Brother Gu, why don't you go around, I'll contact you when I'm done here."

After Meng Feibai walked out of the reception room behind Han Shuyan, suddenly his head appeared at the door again, and he said with a cheap smile.

Gulhan: "......"

He got up without saying a word and followed behind Meng Feibai and Han Shuyan.

"I'll go check it out."

Facing Meng Feibai and Han Shuyan's puzzled eyes, he said with a plush in his words.

Meng Feibai nodded in relief when he heard this, Gurhan meant to follow the two of them to confirm whether the production director was a normal human being.

Although Gurhan's actions made Meng Feibai feel very warm, he still felt that Gurhan was making a big fuss. As Yuan Qingyang's old nest, Guohua Entertainment investigated from top to bottom as early as when it was taken over by the Kyoto branch, and today's Guohua Entertainment can't be cleaner anymore.

"Who are you, sir?"

Han Shuyan's first impression of Gurhan was not very good, and at this time he finally couldn't help it, and asked in an unkind tone.

Facing Han Shuyan's question, Gurhan just glanced at her with his eyes, and then took out his black identity card with the flying eagle printed on it and shook it in front of her eyes, without wanting to speak.

Tsk, he will pretend to be a cold hunk in front of outsiders.

Meng Feibai secretly complained in his heart.

Although Han Shuyan didn't see the content of the identity card clearly, she could see the color of Gurhan's identity card clearly.

The black identity card represents the armed personnel of the special department of the World Federation, and in the eyes of ordinary people in this world, the identity is basically similar to the Interpol in Meng Feibai's previous life.

Thinking of his strong body and cold expression, Han Shuyan instantly dispelled the trace of dissatisfaction in his heart.

Did this person also participate in the extermination of terrorists in Kyoto some time ago?

Thinking of this, she subconsciously sneaked a glance at Gulhan's bare arms.

That's a lot of wounds...

She quickly withdrew her gaze, a hint of admiration in her eyes.