What should I do in the face of a rotten and still a king?

Jiang Yan looked at Ji Xuemin, he had just become a gold medal lyricist, and he was in the limelight, if Ji Xuemin was questioned, the lyricist association established by himself and Quan Yongsi would definitely be affected.

After drawing lots, Jiang Yan invited Ji Xuemin to the backstage lounge.

Mourning and decadence are the two most prominent temperaments that Jiang Yan found when he observed Ji Xuemin at close range.

Fifty years old, unkempt, and unkempt, it's hard to imagine that this is a king.

"Hello, Mr. Ji."

Jiang Yan greeted politely.

"Hello, can I smoke?" Ji Xuemin asked.

"Yes, just open the door."

Jiang Yan thought about how to talk about it.

The reason for Ji Xuemin's rotten position has long been made public, it is nothing more than divorcing his wife, and this knot has not been opened for so many years.

It is impossible for him to help Ji Xuemin open this knot, after all, Ji Xuemin is in his fifties, and he is only twenty years old, and the feelings he has experienced are much richer than his own.

"I'll cooperate with you." Ji Xuemin smoked violently, took two puffs, and then threw the cigarette into the ashtray.

"I participated in this show for money, I am very poor, poor people eat last meal without the next meal, but it does not mean that I am an artist without professional ethics, since I participate in this show, I will work hard."

Ji Xuemin said.

Hearing Ji Xuemin's words, Jiang Yan's worries vanished, and he originally thought that Ji Xuemin would not cooperate.

And the poverty in Ji Xuemin's mouth is not literal, with his title of king, there are at least one million to participate in a commercial performance, if I remember correctly, the appearance fee of "Sing Up" is three million in the first phase of Tianwang.

"I hope to have a good time working with Mr. Ji."

"Well, happy cooperation!"

After Ji Xuemin left, Jiang Yan took out his mobile phone to search for Ji Xuemin's songs.

Interestingly, Ji Xuemin's singing is divided into two stages, before and after the divorce, and the pre-divorce song styles are varied, rock, folk, and rap are all involved, and the voice is delicate and gentle.

After the divorce, Ji Xuemin's singing style has changed dramatically, pulling this big and thick voice, like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes, without any singing skills, but has a good sense of rhythm.

Jiang Yan looked at the ashtray on the table, Ji Xuemin was much more difficult than Hu Yuanliang.

Hu Yuanliang's singing style is obvious, but Ji Xuemin is completely different, and if you want to find a song that suits him, you need to think carefully and think slowly.

Leaving the TV station and returning to the hotel, Jiang Yan first took a shower.

Knock Knock Knock –

Hearing a knock on the door, Jiang Yan opened the door.

"Boss, Fang Yuande's hobbies are almost investigated, he likes to drink tea very much, and he treasures some celebrity calligraphy and paintings." Lu Lesheng said.

"Well, that's up to you."

Jiang Yan sat on the sofa.

"That night, I will find Fang Yuande and persuade him to join your lyric association." Lu Lesheng said.

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Fang Yuande was in a good mood, and he drew the first-line singer Chang Hongcai.

Chang Hongcai is good at love songs, he is also good at writing love songs, the two have cooperated before, and the second issue of "Sing Up" Fang Yuande is bound to win, and there will be no mismatch in style.

"Teacher Fang, you were really massive last night."

Looking at Lu Lesheng, who suddenly visited in front of him and came up to pat himself, Fang Yuande set his eyes on Lu Lesheng's hands, to be precise, the two beautifully packaged gift boxes.

"Mr. Lu, do you have anything to do with me?" Fang Yuande asked, using the tea-making equipment he brought to operate slowly.

"I had a great time with Mr. Fang yesterday, and I want to continue drinking tonight."

Lu Lesheng placed the gift box on the table casually.

"I don't know anything about making tea, but Mr. Fang looks very professional." Lu Lesheng continued to pat his ass without leaving a trace.

"It's just a little bit of experience, making tea is nothing more than three steps, scalding the pot, placing tea, warming the cup, two brewing methods, high brewing and low brewing."

Fang Yuande made tea while explaining.

"I don't know how to drink tea, my friend gave me a few cans of tea, since Mr. Fang understands it so well, why don't I give it to you." Lu Lesheng opened the first gift box.

The gift box is beautifully packaged, and there are six cans of tea lying quietly, and suddenly the whole air is filled with a faint, good-smelling tea fragrance.

The corners of Fang Yuande's mouth twitched fiercely, and his eyes lit up.

Six cans of tea, one can of Huangshan superb Mao Feng, one can of Taiping Monkey Kui, as well as eighteen dragon wells in front of the emperor, and three cans of Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Da Hong Pao.

"It's too precious." Fang Yuande's face trembled violently.

Take the Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Da Hong Pao as an example, it was once sold at a price of 10.4 million per kilogram, while the Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao Mother Tree only has three or six trees.

These six cans of tea are worth five million to say the least.

"I don't understand, it's also a terrible thing to drink it, so it's better to give it to the knowledgeable Teacher Fang." Lu Lesheng said.

Lu Lesheng had long expected Fang Yuande's expression when he saw the tea.

Fang Yuande was silent.

"Then I'll buy it, five million to buy it." Fang Yuande proposed.

I bought it for six million.

Lu Lesheng complained in his heart.

"There is also a pair of calligraphy by Xie Guoyuan, president of the Writers Association, can you help you taste it?" Lu Lesheng changed the topic and opened another gift box.

Xie Guoyuan's calligraphy?

Fang Yuande was struck by lightning, Xie Guoyuan, president of the Writers Association, and is recognized as a master of calligraphy in the world.

However, Xie Guoyuan hated this kind of behavior of selling his paintings, and since then he has written a pair of burns, and even if he gives it away, he will not stamp it.

And Lu Lesheng's calligraphy of Xie Guoyuan is stamped.

"Mr. Lu, what do you want to do?" Two people appeared on Fang Yuande's head, an angel and a demon.

The angel said: "I can't accept it, if I accept your Fang Yuande I's reputation, it will be ruined!" ”

The demon said, "Take it, it doesn't matter, no one knows anyway, it's normal to ask someone to do things and receive gifts, and you're not a saint, so why bother?" ”

"I want Mr. Fang to join Quan Yongsi's lyric association!" Lu Lesheng got straight to the point, believing that Fang Yuande had already guessed it when he saw him.

Everyone tacitly looked at the gifts they prepared, and Fang Yuande was not satisfied.

"Why did you choose me?" Fang Yuande asked.

Lu Lesheng hesitated to tell the truth.

"First, Mr. Fang is the most unlikely person to join the New Lyricist Association, because Mr. Fang has a deep affection for the old Lyricist Association, and it can be said that he has witnessed the growth of the Old Lyricist Association."

"Second, Mr. Fang and Mr. Quan are the most famous lyricists, and I actually admire Mr. Fang, especially Mr. Fang's promise to donate 50% of his income from writing songs to the Autism Relief Association."

"If Mr. Fang is willing to join the new lyricist association, then more and more lyricists will follow!"

Lu Lesheng told the truth that Fang Yuande had autism when he was a child, which he admitted in an interview.

Seeing Fang Yuande's hesitant expression, Lu Lesheng frowned.

"I am willing to give Mr. Fang another three million in benefits, including these six cans of tea, and this calligraphy stamped by Xie Guoyuan!"

Some people died, but not completely......