"Let's get started."

In the recording studio, Fang Wenshan lit a cigarette without hesitation, chewing betel nut, and the smoke was so thick that his beard was stained with some tobacco.

The way he dresses, how he dresses, how he acts, tells others that he is an 'artist'.

And Fang Wenshan, under the influence of the double taste, feels that inspiration is constantly pouring out from the depths of his mind...

"The sky is blue and waiting for the smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you..."

Fang Wenshan half-squinted his eyes, thinking about how to sing the next sentence, how the lyrics of the next sentence should be, where to use trell, where to bass, where to use trill.

In this state, no one dared to come forward and disturb him.

He is Fang Wenshan.

In the recording studio, a singer is trying to sing his song affectionately, and he doesn't care.

It seems to be relieved, and it seems that it doesn't care.

He chooses the people, he is assured.

At this time, there was a burst of voices from the side.

"Jianghu laughs, my memories with you are after the smoke and rain..."

The sound from the recording studio next door made Fang Wenshan frown.

He hated thinking about a tune the most when he was interrupted by an inexplicable voice.

For example, now.

"What's going on here?"

The recording brother in the recording studio next door has long been bought by Ma Xiangdong, and he has already prepared the lines: "Oh, sorry, sorry, there is a problem with the equipment, now it can only be played out, wait a minute, we are solving the problem..."

The recording brother pretended to be fiddling with the equipment, and directly ignored the thread that he deliberately pulled out, and let the singing sound come out of the stereo.

"Your recording studio is not cheap, and the equipment can still have such problems."

Fang Wenshan's brows furrowed, but he only complained and didn't do much.

After all, equipment is a force majeure.

It is common sense that no matter how expensive the equipment is, there will be problems.

Fang Wenshan is also a reasonable person in most cases, just continue to sit, and simply listen to the singing in the studio.

"But this person's voice is very good, his singing skills are a little immature, his voice is very clear and crisp, he is a good seedling..."

It's not that spicy ears.

There are even some that can!

It should be a good seedling...

Of course, it was just a good seedling, and it didn't make Fang Wenshan pay special attention to it.

In other words, it can be taken to heart, but it is not necessary.

Fang Wenshan himself is still thinking about the lyrics and songs with his eyes closed.

After recording the music in the studio, the door opened, and Ma Xiangdong walked out of it, and came to Fang Wenshan very 'coincidentally', and recognized him very 'coincidentally'.

"Fang... Master Fang Wenshan? Is that you! ”

"Hmm..."

"Master Fang Wenshan, I'm your fan!"

"Oh?"

Fang Wenshan was a little surprised, but he didn't expect this voice to be crisp, and the little boy with immature singing skills was still his fan?

At this moment, Ma Xiangdong's face was red, and his excitement was overflowing, and he had the taste of rice circle.

Of course, Fang Wenshan didn't react otherwise, on the contrary, he was a little happy.

Who is upset when they meet fans.

Besides, the voice condition in front of him is not bad.

"Boy, you're good at singing, professional?"

"yes, I'm currently a trainee..."

"Oh? Which company's trainees? ”

"I'm currently a trainee of Tianyu..."

"Tianyu..."

Fang Wenshan thought about this company for a while, it used to be good, but now it has been eroded into other shapes by capital, if you want to call it an entertainment company, it is actually more like a capital company.

The two talked, and the more Fang Wenshan talked, the more he felt speculative, and felt that the young man in front of him had an appetite.

That's an appetite, of course.

Ma Xiangdong specially investigated Fang Wenshan's preferences on the Internet, and secretly went to his Weibo to browse for a day, analyzing all kinds of content that can be used to talk...

He analyzes Fang Wenshan like a girl he wants to chase!

Opportunities are always reserved for those who have opportunities, and Ma Xiangdong deeply understands this truth.

"Boy, yes, yes, very much on my appetite."

Fang Wenshan became more and more pleasing to the eye, and even decided to write a song for this kid on the spot.

"Where, where."

Ma Xiangdong was quite modest, his head was half lower, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

Steady.

He was appreciated by Fang Wenshan.

"But you're not by my side, I'll take you to your health."

"Time slows down, and don't let you get old anymore."

A low, magnetic voice came from the studio.

After hearing this voice, Fang Wenshan was suddenly stunned and did not continue to talk to Ma Xiangdong, although Ma Xiangdong was still talking at this time, his mind had already flown to the other side.

"This is..."

On the other side, the little brother in charge of tuning and calibration was suddenly stunned, and said apologetically: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I accidentally put it out, I'm going to adjust the equipment now..."

The little guy of the calibration is still complaining.

Who the hell turned all the speakers to the outside?!

So lacking in morality.

"Keep put, don't stop..."

"Ahh

"Brother Wenshan..."

Ma Xiangdong was still courteous on the side, and Fang Wenshan's thoughts had been attracted by the other side.

This voice...

Is it Liu Donghua?

No, it's a bit similar to Liu Donghua, but the voice is different, this voice is clearer, younger, and more energetic.

With this deep singing, there is some wonderful chemical reaction.

At this time, Fang Wenshan's expression gradually became greedy.

Fang Wenshan ignored it, came to the front of this tuning brother, and said sincerely.

"Dude, can you tell me the identity of this singer?"

"Sorry, no, this is a customer confidential..."

The tuning guy decisively refused, just kidding, this is a matter of professional ethics.

Even if it is Fang Wenshan, the principle of a big musician in front of him cannot be broken, and how can they continue in this recording studio by leaking customer information.

"Please, tell me, his voice is really too suitable, too suitable for my song, I'll give you money, 10,000 yuan, 20,000 yuan, okay? As long as you want as much as you want, as long as it's not too much, I'll give it to you, and I'm going to buy his identity information. ”

"Sorry, not really."

The tuning brother decisively refused, and he would not lose his job and career for one or two hundred thousand yuan.

"How much is your boss's phone number, I'll talk to him personally."

"Our boss won't promise you either, it's a matter of principle, I'm really sorry..."

Fang Wenshan is about to quarrel with this little brother, and like what is circulating on the Internet, he is reasonable most of the time... Since there are most of the time, there are a small part of the time, as now.

Only Ma Xiangdong, who was messy on the side, was left, looking blankly at Fang Wenshan, who was arguing with others over a song, and now Fang Wenshan had long regarded Ma Xiangdong as an air man.

"Fang... Brother Fang..."

Have you forgotten me?!