"Xiaobei, we are both almost fifty, isn't it a pity to retreat at this time?"

Hearing Zeng Yi's worries, Zhang Bei smiled and explained the matter of the national team's dismissal.

"And I also have a suitable song in my hand, which suits you both very well."

Seeing the hesitation of the two, Zhang Bei handed over two pieces of A4 paper to Zeng Yi.

This piece of paper was prepared by him in advance, and it was written on it the "Mountains and Rivers Map" that made the two of them popular in the post-90s and post-00s.

Zeng Yi, who has no lyrics for most of his life, will never be able to resist this fatal temptation.

Zhang Bei guessed correctly, two minutes after Zeng Yi took over the score, his eyes were already full of excitement.

"Does this song really make us sing?"

"Of course!"

With Zhang Bei's affirmative answer, Zeng Yi's eyes also looked at Linghua.

The two have been partners for twenty years, and they can understand each other's meaning with one look.

"Go ahead, let these people who call you Brother Yo You see what strength is!"

Zhang Bei looked at the two and took out the two contracts.

"Sign this, and I will be responsible for your salary in the future!"

The two briefly flipped through the contract, and then their eyes suddenly lit up.

Especially the Pocket Flower, she couldn't bear the excitement: "Can the song be paid?" ”

"That's right, otherwise how can it be called a dimensionality reduction strike?"

Now that the decision has been made to leave the national team, Zhang Bei will not be prevented from doing such a thing as payment.

Looking at the contract in front of him, Zeng Yi's eyes were also filled with a little shock.

"Xiaobei, do you know what kind of impact this thing will have on the art troupe?"

"I know, I've thought about it a long time ago, and I'll gradually relax the restrictions after the results are released."

Hearing this, Zeng Yi was visibly relieved.

I am most afraid that this kind of right to make money in the entertainment industry belongs to Zhang Bei, once that situation occurs, most people in the entire art troupe may not be able to sit still.

The second thing to please is that some people are red-eyed, Zhang Beizhi doesn't care, but they are the first to appear and definitely stand on the cusp.

"Come to Bayi Studios tomorrow to find me, and I'll arrange for you to parachute into the finals in the next few days, and see if that show dares to do anything shady to us."

"Okay, I'll familiarize myself with this song more than Zero Flower!"

After saying goodbye to the two, Zhang Bei also walked in the other direction of the art troupe non-stop.

Pushing open the door of the room, I saw a figure in a costume adjusting his voice.

"Teacher Li Gang, long time no see!"

"Xiaobei, don't you understand the drama?"

Zhang Bei shook his head and handed over the contract and an A4 piece of paper in his hand.

"I still hope that the teacher will sing this song "Qingming Riverside Picture".

Hearing Zhang Bei's words, Li Gang also hummed the melody, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

He is committed to integrating traditional Chinese culture with fashion, which is how "The Drunken Concubine" came about.

Now this song "Qingming Riverside Picture" is very close to his style, and every lyric is written into his heart.

"You made this song?"

Zhang Bei nodded and admitted it directly, there is no way, in this world where entertainment is scarce, it is already the limit for Mr. Li Gang to produce a song "The Drunken Concubine".

"I promised!"

There was almost no hesitation, and Li Gang signed his name directly on the contract.

"The teacher has time to come to Bayi Studios these days, and I will let you sing this song in a few days when the singer finals are made."

"Okay, I'll go to Bayi to find you tomorrow when I'm cleaned up."

For a whole day, Zhang Bei was looking for people everywhere in the art troupe, and he barely succeeded in forming a national team.

Time is like the Baicao Garden of Mr. Zhou, a medical student, which has become extremely deserted before he knows it.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and after continuous busyness, on the site of the original Bayi Studio, a brokerage company called Xingchen was established.

Zhang Bei looked at the pass in his hand, and the corners of his mouth also hooked up a smile.

Internal entertainment, let's give you a little shock from the national team!

"Let's go!"

The words fell, and the bus that had been prepared long ago rushed towards the direction of the bird's nest with a group of people.

Tonight's singer will compete in the finals through live broadcast, and the whole process will be three hours, and the best singer will be selected through the vote of the audience and the judges.

According to the news obtained by Zhou Xing, the price within the program group is 5 million for the singer, 3 million for the second place, and 1 million for the third place.

That's right, it's almost a clearly marked price sale, but every time some brokerage companies grab the first place to win the place.

The show has been held for six years, and it's hard to imagine how much benefit has been generated from it.

Zhang Bei took the national team off the field, partly to guide internal entertainment and lead the public's values and aesthetics to the normal route.

The other part is to cover Zhou Xing, only by letting them mess up will they make mistakes, and if they make mistakes, they can catch clues and find evidence!

The bus stopped at the entrance of the Bird's Nest, and now many spectators have begun to enter.

Zhang Bei squinted his eyes and looked at a sissy who was advancing under the cover of bodyguards, and inexplicably felt that tonight's trip was a little aggrieved for these old singers.

"Tsk, it's so hilarious!"

Zeng Yi looked at the huge crowd in front of him, and his eyes were also filled with a fire.

When you are a singer, everyone hopes that their songs can be popular, and they can't wait for everyone to sing them.

But since they have eaten the bowl of rice given by the state, they must be worthy of the trained soldiers in the army.

The mission of the art troupe is to let these children relieve stress through performances, relax themselves regularly, and give them a way of entertainment.

But compared to the army, only the entertainment industry can have a huge number of fans, and it really has a chance to reach the sky in one step.

"Teacher Li Gang, can you help me sign it?"

A few people had just walked to the staff passage when a sound in their ears stopped a group of people.

Looking at it, a timid little girl was holding a notebook and was a little overwhelmed.

"Good!"

Li Gang took the notebook and looked down at the little girl.

"What's your name?"

"You Qinglan, Dad liked your song most before, Teacher Li Gang!"

Li Gang signed his name in the notebook with a smile and left an exclusive sentence for this little girl.

Zhang Bei looked at Zhou Xing, who was constantly using his mobile phone to contact, and also patted him on the shoulder.

"Let people ask, what's going on with this girl."

Hearing Zhang Bei's words, Zhou Xing glanced at the little girl, and quickly edited a message and sent it out.

After this little episode, the team finally came backstage.

The two legendary duo are still humming the lyrics in a low voice, and Mr. Li Gang is training through the unique breathing method of Peking Opera.

Zhang Bei didn't bother them, but pulled Zhou Xing to sit aside.

"It cost a lot of money to add people to the finals, right?"

(End of chapter)