"Save you trouble, this week, you can be in charge of 10 of them, my song, I'll do it myself!"

Qin Ye leaned on the piano and said lightly.

"Er Shao, I haven't offended you, have I?"

It seemed that it was Jun Moting standing in front of him, and when he heard Qin Ye's words again, Han Bo had a feeling that something was wrong.

As a fashionable queen music producer, Han Bo's status in the Chinese music circle is second only to Zhong Wen.

The day before, he just refused the warm invitation of the "All People Make Stars" program group, and after receiving Jun Moting's call the next day, Han Bo cheekily took the initiative to call the person in charge of the program team, saying that he had changed his mind.

What the program team thinks Han Bo doesn't know, Han Bo only knows that after being ridiculed by Zhong Wen for a few words, his old face is almost unbearable.

And that's not all!

Before leaving, the big boss interviewed him for more than an hour in addition to being busy.

The meaning is particularly obvious, and Qin Ye's music competition will be handed over to him to be in charge.

Try to meet what can be satisfied, and if you can't be satisfied, create conditions to be satisfied!

Did you hear that?

If it can't be satisfied, the conditions for creation must also be satisfied, which means that if Qin Yedan wants to sing, then he must take the first place?

Although Zhong Wen was here, he was not afraid of him, but when he thought that he still had several albums on hand, it was the Spring Festival soon, and Yang Dad's party music had to be stared at with his eyes, Han Bo felt that he had a headache, a toothache, a neck pain, and even a pain in his heels.

However, the boy said that he could do his song by himself!

If that's the case, then why did he make this trip?

Boss, you sent me here as an undercover agent, didn't you discuss it with your brother?

Looking at Han Bo's face that was neither crying nor smiling, Qin Ye smiled and said, "If you don't agree to my conditions, you will offend me." ”

Han Bo felt that his teeth hurt even more, "Er Shao, why don't you listen to it during the rehearsal?" ”

"No need ......"

Qin Ye refused neatly, glanced back at the 10 people who were concentrating on choosing songs, and pointed at Qiao Baihan and said to Han Bo: "That guy, you have to spend a little more time." ”

After speaking, Qin Ye put his hands in his pockets, and his back left in a dashing manner.

Han Bo thought about it for a long time, and felt that he couldn't offend people inside and out, so he took advantage of the rest to call Jun Moting tremblingly.

Listening to Jun Moting say without hesitation, "Do what Er Shao wants", hung up the phone, Han Bo looked at the blue sky above his head, and felt that his mood at the moment was already gloomy and about to rain.

In an instant, thinking of Qiao Baihan, who Qin Ye had specially explained, Han Bo knew it in his heart.

In the evening, Li Yuntao knew that Qin Ye hadn't appeared in the practice room for a day.

Thinking that this was Qin Ye's way of expressing his dissatisfaction, Li Yuntao walked to the door of the apartment, changed his mind and went back to the singing room.

I met Zhong Wen, who was about to leave after pointing out the last person.

"Mr. Zhong, I don't think I handled that part of the second section well enough, why don't you help me listen to it again?"

put on a motivated face, and Li Yuntao was polite.

After a tired day, and being hurt by the brains of these players who want to have no talent and will only hurt the morale of the spring and autumn, Zhong Wen reprimanded with a black face: "You won't deal with ready-made songs for you, and you still want to adapt them?" ”

"If you don't know how to deal with it, listen to it again, and listen to it a hundred times."

After speaking, Zhong Wen left with a straight face.

A song takes more than five minutes, and a hundred times is nearly 600 minutes, ten hours.

Then he won't have to sleep tonight.

originally thought that Zhong Wenhui would think that he was diligent and studious, and maybe he would give him a few more words, but he didn't expect to lift a stone and hit his own foot, and Li Yuntao's face instantly turned into a Himalaya.

In the apartment room, Qin Ye was typing on the piano keyboard on the tablet, humming a few words from time to time.

After a moment of contemplation, his hand slid swiftly past, and a note leaped onto the page.