"But Grandpa... That being said, but..."

Zhou Youran's eyes widened, and he became a little impatient: "It's different, you are my own grandfather, why do they say that!" ”

"Hahaha, you're a fan of the authorities!"

Zhou Qinghui smiled without conscience, and the topic changed again, "I tell you this, I want to tell you that in this world, in any industry, as long as there are people, there will be these messy things." ”

"And when I ask you about your plans for the future, I also want to ask you what you plan to do next."

Zhou Qinghui put away his smile, and his expression became serious again.

"If you want to be a behind-the-scenes worker, or a program producer, chief director, chief planner, etc., you can choose to continue on Beijing Satellite TV, or you can find your Aunt Hongxue (the seventh child of the Zhou family, who opened a brokerage company), our old Zhou family has been in the industry for so many years, and there are still some relationships."

"And if you want to be a star artist, whether it's singing or acting, or if you want to take the route of traffic or even variety shows, you can do it."

"If you sing, I can write songs for you, and if you are acting, I can also find Gao Anmo and them, or a few of your aunts and uncles, and I can also give you corresponding resources."

"Or, because of today's incident, you don't want to have anything to do with the entertainment industry, it doesn't matter, just look for your Uncle Huan."

"But."

"There is a premise in this, that is, you have to make your own choice, just like your father, I will not help you make this choice, you have to make your own decision."

"You can choose any of them, but what I hope is that once you have made your choice, you have to work your choice."

"Okay, I won't tell you more, I'll go see how Lao Lin and them are."

When the words fell, Zhou Qinghui rubbed Ran Ran's hair, got up and left the rest room.

Outside the lounge, Zhang Weiyang, who had been waiting, saw him come out quickly, and took the initiative to mention some arrangements for the company.

“... Mr. Zhou, the company also wants to ask your opinion to see what you think. ”

Zhang Weiyang asked mainly about the publicity work of the three songs.

Although it was licensed to Kumi Music, Zhou Qinghui is the creator after all, and his identity is extraordinary.

Of course, the most critical point is that the three songs he recorded this time have different styles, which leads to some difficult operations in publicity.

But it's not a big problem, after all, the main purpose of Kumi is to rub off on a wave of popularity and eat a wave of dividends.

Zhou Qinghui also didn't care much about how to publicize and how to arrange the shelves: "This is fine, your company just needs to look at the arrangement." ”

"Well, okay Mr. Zhou." Zhang Weiyang nodded, and then asked tentatively, "By the way, when you recorded the show today, didn't..."

Zhang Weiyang didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was very clear, he wanted to ask if there was something wrong with the recording in the morning.

"Huh? Why do you suddenly ask that? Is something wrong? ”

Zhou Qinghui raised his eyebrows, a little curious.

In the afternoon, he has been in the recording studio, and he has not paid attention to the outside world, and he does not know that after an afternoon of fermentation, some ripples have been set off on the Internet on a small scale.

Although the process and results are somewhat different from what Hou Yonghui, the producer of the program team expected, the recording of the program did not trigger Zhou Qinghui's black material, nor did it stimulate him to go crazy or anything, but with the help of intention, some obscure video clips have appeared on the Internet.

Sanhua Band, as a new star artist who focuses on the youth idol route, is still relatively popular in the current time period, and there are many fan groups.

And it just so happened that the deleted video caused dissatisfaction among this group of fans.

"Did you have an affair with Gesu of the Sanhua Band... Unpleasant? Their fans are going a little crazy now. ”

Zhang Weiyang nodded, and then picked up the laptop from the side and opened the website.

He first clicked on a video for Zhou Qinghui, which was the video of the deleted show. It looks like a candid shot, the video content is not long, but there is almost no content of Zhou Qinghui's self-justification, only Ge Su's questioning, and Zhou Qinghui's beeping sound after being silenced, and finally Ge Su's face is embarrassed and speechless.

Subsequently, Zhang Weiyang clicked on the website forums of Tieba, Jianbo and Kumi Music, which were already in a mess.

"Teacher Zhou, look..."

"Well, in the show, that Ge Su did ask me these questions." Zhou Qinghui nodded, but did not explain in detail, but after looking at the comments and posts, he looked at Zhang Weiyang and asked rhetorically, "Xiao Zhang, what does your company think of this matter?" ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Weiyang was stunned for a moment, then looked straight, and said, "Teacher Zhou, don't worry, we have signed a contract, you can record these songs with confidence, you don't have to worry about the release, there will be no changes." ”

"It's okay, that's not what I asked." Zhou Qinghui waved his hand, "Then let me ask a different question, Xiao Zhang, what do you think of this matter?" ”

As he spoke, Zhou Qinghui tapped his finger on the screen, "You think, what is said above... Is that right? ”

"This..."Zhang Weiyang was a little caught off guard, this kind of topic is not easy to pick up, the key is that he can't figure out what Zhou Qinghui means, while thinking, Zhang Weiyang said tentatively, "This video is edited at first glance, it must be greasy." ”

"Well, yes, it's really edited."

Zhou Qinghui nodded, and then said, "Okay, there's nothing to pay attention to, Lao Lin's side should be about the same, let's go listen to the final version." ”

After speaking, Zhou Qinghui ignored Zhang Weiyang's reaction and walked directly towards the recording studio.

Only Zhang Weiyang was left holding his laptop, a little at a loss.

After being stunned, Zhang Weiyang hurriedly closed his laptop and quickly followed.

At the same time, in a restaurant in Yanjing City, the chairman of Kumi Music, the vice president of the company, and the music director were sitting together eating and chatting.

“... Lan Cheng, do you think it's necessary for us to continue to rub off on this wave of heat? ”

"This morning, He Mingjun called me here again, saying that let's think about it again and see if we must release Zhou Qinghui's songs."

Lin Yang, chairman of Kumi, was smoking a cigarette, and his face was a little gloomy.

In the face of his question, Tang Guosheng, vice president of the company, was very resolute: "Consider him an egg!" ....”