In the center of the stage, there is the audio equipment provided by Tang Ping, which I asked Gou Shaoqun to help buy, which is not as good as the equipment used on the professional concert stage, but it is also much better than that of ordinary KTV.

At the very least, the voice of the singer in the middle can be heard throughout the small square in front of this food city.

Li Yuanji took his family with great interest and watched the game below on the top floor of the food city.

But when he saw the first person on the field, his face changed slightly.

Then he covered his ears with his hands and said eagerly, "Cover your ears quickly." ”

One of Li Yuanji's sons poked his head out and asked curiously, "Isn't this the cousin's guard, Brother Cui?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Lao Cui, who was participating in the competition below, began to howl.

There is a saying to describe singing that others ask for money when they sing, and he sings badly, which is just right to describe Lao Cui here.

The demonic voice went straight to his head, and it directly shocked Li Yuanji's unpersuaded son.

Li Yuanji often goes to Tang Ping's shop to drink, and sometimes Lao Cui likes to howl a few words when he drinks too much, so he already knows the power of Lao Cui's magic sound.

It's just that he didn't expect Tang Ping to release Lao Cui.

In fact, Tang Ping has no choice, he has already said that regardless of identity, peddlers and pawns can sign up.

Lao Cui wanted to sign up for the competition, and he had no choice, and the platform for registration was taken by Lao Cui to build it, and he was the first to register himself after it was built.

The only thing Tang Ping could do was to put Lao Cui's preliminary competition on the side of the teaching department - after all, he was more familiar with the judges on the other two sides, and it was not easy to cheat them.

"Ah, what is this old brother singing?"

"I feel a little dizzy!"

"Me too!"

After Lao Cui finished singing a folk song that he thought was heroic, the audience below was stunned.

Singing can be grounded, but can you not be grounded!

The teaching priest had a blue tendon on his forehead, endured it and endured it, and then finally said: "Unqualified!" ”

"Unqualified?" Lao Cui was a little surprised: "Was I a little nervous just now and didn't play well?" Can you please let me try again! ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the audience below changed, but fortunately, Li Yuanji called his own guards under the food city to come to the stage and set him up, otherwise these audiences would have started to run away.

The teacher of the teaching workshop even regretted taking this errand, if it was like this in the future, he estimated that he would live many years less.

It just so happened that the second one on the stage was a rough man like Lao Cui, although he looked a little shy, but everyone couldn't help but take half a step back when they looked at his appearance.

It's really that this image is too similar to Lao Cui, with Lao Cui's experience, everyone can't believe that a rough man with such a shape can sing any good songs.

The scene was even a little embarrassing for a while!

"Master, come on, you are the best!"

A voice suddenly came from the audience, and the rough man looked at the little apprentice and his son who were cheering for him below, strengthened his confidence, and then cautiously approached the microphone in front of him.

At first, there was some nervousness, and the voice was still trembling, but this did not affect the man's melodious singing voice in the slightest.

Many people heard that this was an ordinary shepherd song in northern Shaanxi, but when this man sang it, it actually made people who heard it feel the vastness of the grassland and the joy of the sheep.

"This ...... What a human being who is unseemly! ”

"Yes, I thought it was the same magic sound as just now, I was going to leave, but I didn't expect it to be so good!"

"Woo, I miss my father, my father took me to herd sheep when I was a child, and he sang this song, it's too ...... That's so good! ”

The unexpectedly beautiful singing voice made the audience talk in a whisper.

Naturally, the rough man on the stage couldn't hear these discussions, but it was the first time he had heard his singing become so loud through the sound equipment.

The singing is also getting more and more cheerful, and the voice begins to become more high-pitched and ethereal.

After singing the song, he returned to reality, looking at the teacher as a judge with some apprehension, and he didn't know how to put his hands, so he could only unconsciously rub them around the seam of his pants.

"Good!" Li Yuanji took the lead in applauding upstairs.

Hearing his applause, it was as if the audience below had been pressed a switch.

The sound of applause was even louder than the sound of his singing just now.

"Great!"

"It's so good!"

The teacher of the teaching workshop also nodded with satisfaction, and then according to Tang Ping's teaching, if you meet a good singer, you can communicate, and tentatively fed the microphone in front of you and asked, "You sing very well, can you tell us, what do you do?" ”

"I ...... I'm a worker in the Workshop District! The rough man didn't dare to raise his head when he spoke, and kept looking down at his toes.

However, his apprentice below pointed to himself while jumping and said, "That'...... That's my master, my master is the best carver in our workshop area! ”

The teacher of the workshop really didn't expect that a worker in the workshop area could have such a voice condition, nodded with satisfaction again, and then asked, "Can you tell me why you came to participate in our Datang Voice today?" ”

"Because ......" The rough man finally raised his head a little this time, looked at the child who was being raised by his daughter-in-law and was waving to him below, and said: "I want to earn some bonus money to send the child to study!" ”

The simple words, instead of the audience thinking that he was too utilitarian, applauded him again.

Most of the audience here are ordinary Chang'an people, and they have only slowly gotten better in the past few years, and they can understand the thoughts of the rough men on the stage.

"Okay, then I want to say, congratulations, you're at least halfway there!" The teacher took out a card from under the table in front of him as he spoke.

"We have five such cards at each preliminary point, and you can go straight to the final race when you get it, and when I was told by Pingguo Bus to give it out, I should be cautious, but now, I think with your singing voice, you are fully qualified to get such a card!"

After speaking, the invited staff sent the card to the rough man's hand.

Looking at the delicate little card in his hand, he even couldn't believe it, this is the main competition?

Isn't that the 10-run finalist prize already in hand?

Only Lao Cui muttered quietly in the back: "This person sings not much different from me!" Why did I just eliminate him, and he was directly promoted? ”