The wind from the air conditioner was warm and warm.

On the spotless desk is a freshly installed English-brand LCD computer.

Behind the brand new office chair is a row of dark solid wood bookcases, and the bookcase windows are filled with all kinds of books about directors and films.

The afternoon sun shone on the desk, and a burst of reflections from the colorful cover attracted Zhou Yang's attention.

When he looked at it clearly, he found that it was a directory of contacts of various departments of the company.

The roster details each department and function of the company, as well as the names, biographies and communication methods of the relevant persons in charge of the department.

Zhou Yang saw his name in the director's column.

Obviously.

This directory has just been made.

He silently came to the windowsill and looked out at the traffic.

Again, he had a sense of unreality.

He never dreamed that he would have his own independent office, and he never imagined that his office would be so spacious.

Then, he carefully pulled the crumpled letter from his pocket.

After a slight hesitation, he finally picked up his pen and rewrote it on A4 paper.

…………………………

Wu Zhenhong's first impression of Zhou Yang was not too good.

He felt that this man was a little arrogant.

This kind of arrogant Zhou Yang was born with a temperament that was incompatible with everyone in the meeting.

At the end of the meeting, when he saw Zhou Yang just standing in place with a slightly cold face in the face of the warm greeting of his new colleagues, and even if he responded, he only nodded occasionally and never looked directly into anyone's eyes, he was even more convinced of his thoughts.

The man was like an island, not cold looking, but inaccessible.

After so many years in the entertainment industry, he has naturally seen many people similar to Zhou Yang, usually such people have not been in this circle for a long time.

Even if you're talented.

This circle pays attention to the sophistication of people.

Unless you have an infinite number of talents, no one can suppress them.

Otherwise......

You will have to bow to the world eventually.

When he passed by Zhou Yang, as a senior of the company, he felt that he should mention it a little, as for whether he could accept it, as for whether he would be angry because of it, it was not his business.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

In Wu Zhenhong's office, Wu Zhenhong silently sorted out the list of artists who had joined the company.

An entertainment company that wants to develop benignly is very important for its future positioning.

It needs a movie with a good reputation in the industry and can make money, and at the same time, it also needs an artist who can support the scene.

"The girl group of the Star Gallery group...... The score is open! ”

“……”

Huaxing signed a lot of artists from Xingcai Company this time.

Especially several leaders of the women's group, Huaxing Company have signed.

But......

Signing it does not mean that you will follow the old path of Xingcai Company and push the combination out again.

There is just too much negative press about this group called H56.

Same-sex, smoking, tearing, public swearing......

Although many of them were written by the navy army invited by other media for the sake of the black group, it was not true, but after contacting this combination, Wu Zhenhong found that the state of the combination was indeed not right.

There are deep internal contradictions.

Jiang Shushu, who dances with her, is not convinced by the lead singer Song Qianqian, Song Qianqian's fiery personality often fights with Jiang Shushu to grab the C position when she encounters interviews, Hu Bingqing looks at these things relatively lightly, but her unhurried gentle goddess character will always slow down when the girl group participates in activities together, which makes the rhythm of the whole girl group very different, as if she has been dragged back, and others also have their own advantages and disadvantages......

"The group must be disbanded!"

After reading the detailed information of these people and various videos of the online interview, Wu Zhenhong made this decision in his heart.

In his opinion, everyone in the girl group has the strength and selling point of flying solo.

But when they all come together as a combination, they will drag each other down and eventually affect each other's ceilings.

Domestic, not only domestic, but also many successful international girl group groups, they are carefully selected, repeatedly run-in, and then determined by market analysis and testing.

But even so, the really famous girl group group was at most popular and disbanded after a while, and flew solo.

"Miss Song, come over for a while......"

“……”

He picked up the new address book, and first saw Song Qianqian's name, and he picked up the phone.

He plans to have a brief chat with everyone in the group individually, to understand their thoughts first, and then judge what path they should take in the future and how they should arrange it.

Song Qianqian......

He pondered for a moment, then opened the locked drawer, took out a songbook, and saw a song called "Hello Girl" on the songbook, which he placed on the table.

This is the song he just finished writing the other day.

He is quite satisfied with this song, the mood and aura in all aspects are relatively sufficient, and the score is also the top in the industry......

This song, he subconsciously felt that it was suitable for Song Qianqian to sing.

However, you still have to audition to find out.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in ......"

"Hello Director Wu."

"Oh, hello, please be seated." Wu Zhenhong looked up and saw a young man with a smile on his face, his expression froze slightly.

It was not Song Qianqian who entered the door, but Zhou Yang.

"Director Zhou, what's the matter?"

"Director Wu, I've been thinking about it for a long time, can you delay a few minutes to help me read the lyrics? If you can, I'd like you to help me compose a tune, of course, um, I have the tune, I can hum it...... However, I don't know much about musical instruments, in fact, I don't know much about music, and I can't read staves......" Zhou Yang sat opposite Wu Zhenhong, his expression was a little twisted, and he was a little embarrassed.

"......" When Wu Zhenhong heard Zhou Yang's words, he didn't speak, but the expression on his face became even more sluggish.

I didn't know what to say for a long time.

I don't know much about musical instruments, and I don't know much about music......

Did you write the lyrics?

Write the lyrics casually, and let me compose a song for you?

Who is he Wu Zhenhong?

He used to be the godfather of the generation of Xiangjiang pop era, and the people who invited him to compose music were either king-level figures or big-name directors in the film and television industry......

Are you sure this kid isn't here to pick me up?

I'm afraid this kid didn't use me to stand up, right?

Who gave him the guts!

He looked up at Zhou Yang quietly.

Zhou Yang's gaze followed him for a while, and then he hid elsewhere.

"Show me the lyrics first, but, Director Zhou, if your lyrics are almost meaningless, well, just a little bit worse, I may not be able to help you......" Although Wu Zhenhong's heart was full of all kinds of speechlessness, he still showed a calm smile to Zhou Yang after all.

"Well, thank you, Director Wu." Zhou Yang nodded and handed the A4 paper to Wu Zhenhong.

"......" Wu Zhenhong's smile obviously disappeared when he saw the A4 paper.

Can't you just put it in a little bit of a better lyric book?

Despite this, he still took the A4 paper and put it on the table to read it.

(When I was an ignorant girl.)

When you meet love, you don't know love

From the past to the present

Until he also left

Leave me to wander in the sea of clouds...... ）

Well?

The lyrics don't seem to be bad, giving a girly sense of positivity......

A few minutes later, after reading the lyrics, Wu Zhenhong pushed his glasses, and a trace of approval flashed in his heart.

The lyrics are not bad, on the contrary, they are written quite with feeling, and there is a little fresh feeling.

Well, it's similar to the mood he wanted to express in the lyrics of the song "Hello Girl" he wrote a few days ago.

He pondered it over and over again.

I found that the completeness of the lyrics is quite high, and there is nothing that needs to be changed......

I can't see it, what this little young man wrote is not bad!

He looked up in surprise.

"Director Zhou, the lyrics are well written......"

No matter how bad his first impression of Zhou Yang is, whether he is right about people or things, Zhou Yang's lyrics are good if they are well written.

Wu Zhenhong has never been stingy with his praise.

"Thank you......" Zhou Yang didn't have a particularly excited expression on his face, and he didn't even have any surprises.

It's just that I was inexplicably relieved in my heart.

"You say, you have the song in your head, don't you?"

"Hmmm......"

"Sing it to me?" Wu Zhenhong looked at Zhou Yang.

"Good!"

……………………

Song Qianqian knocked on the door of Wu Zhenhong's office.

There was no response in the office......

So, she waited at the door.

About half an hour later, she knocked on the door again.

Subsequently......

"Come in ......"

"Mr. Wu, are you looking for me?"

"Well, wait a minute."

“……”

Song Qianqian pushed the door open.

Then I felt that the atmosphere in the office was weird.

Wu Zhenhong, the godfather of music, was staring blankly at a piece of A4 paper at this moment, and the expression on his face was suddenly very strange.

It seems incredible!

Opposite him was Zhou Yang......

Zhou Yang honestly stood in place, as if waiting for something.

"Director Wu, this book is ...... "HELLO GIRL"?" Zhou Yang saw a score on the table, and subconsciously wanted to pick it up and take a look.

"It's nothing, it's something that is written casually, a waste manuscript that is usually used for drafting, and I was just about to throw it away......" Wu Zhenhong picked up the manuscript on the table, as if it was casually crumpled into a ball, and threw it into the trash.

Then he continued to stare calmly at the contents of the A4 paper.

"The lyrics are good, well, you can hum it okay...... Well, you can put this lyrics first, and I'll help you try to compose the music according to your hum......"

"Oh."

"By the way, you should register the copyright of the lyrics, right? If you haven't registered, go and register early now, mix in this circle, no matter what you write, you must have a sense of copyright. ”

"Registered, registered a year ago."

"That's good, huh? This is something you wrote a year ago? ”

"Yes...... At that time, I wrote a lot of similar songs, and probably voted for more than a dozen entertainment companies...... One of them is the Xingcai ......"

"More than a dozen similar?"

"It's not the same, some men sing and some women sing...... It's not the same. ”

"Do you remember anything else?"

"Well, I remember everything, I've registered, but I only have lyrics, no scores, I'm a very layman in music, and I can't understand the basic staves......" Zhou Yang looked at Wu Zhenhong honestly and explained.

"Can you write a random poem and I'll take a look?"

"Well, good!"

“……”

“……”

Song Qianqian watched Zhou Yang pick up the A4 paper, sit on the chair, and write with a brush.

About ten minutes later, Zhou Yang handed the finished manuscript to Wu Zhenhong.

After Wu Zhenhong finished reading the manuscript, although his expression was very calm, one of his hands holding the A4 paper shook slightly.

Subsequently...

"Director Zhou, can you hum this song "Invisible Wings"?"

"I can hum and sing......"

"Oh, then ......" Wu Zhenhong subconsciously glanced at Song Qianqian, "I'm sorry, Miss Song, I want to talk to Mr. Zhou about something, can you avoid it a little?" ”

“……”