Chapter 12: No, Is He Sick?
In the industry, many entertainment companies were shocked.
Originally, many people thought that "It Doesn't Matter" would slow down the pace of progress after breaking into the top ten.
Even if it takes it a step further.
It will also be a long time.
But no one expected that "It Doesn't Matter" would easily kill seven heavyweight newcomers on the rookie list in just one day, and rushed all the way to the third place.
"Killing madness."
"Even Su Qing, who was originally in third place, was killed, awesome."
"This newcomer is awesome, the first song is in the top three, and the money is immeasurable!"
"The third is almost over, the first two ...... It's all an existence that newcomers can't afford to mess with. ”
“……”
At the same time, Yunhai Media.
Vocal Department.
Hao Mingxing was still cleaning with a broom, his expression calm.
There was a lot of noise around.
It can be said that from time to time, someone will rush to him excitedly and spread the news to him.
He heard someone say that his song broke into the top fifty.
He heard people say that his songs were promoted by the company.
He heard someone say that his song was in the top ten.
All the while, he just smiled and nodded.
Until this time, Qian Lun, the manager of the vocal music department, came over in person, and saw Hao Mingxing sweeping the floor, Qian Lun hurriedly stepped forward and prepared to snatch the broom: "Mingxing, how can you do this!" ”
But it didn't rush.
Hao Mingxing smiled: "There is nothing left and right, it's good to sweep the floor." The money is always you wait, and there is still a little bit that has not been swept well. ”
"You."
Qian Lun looked at Hao Mingxing, paused for a moment, and then said, "Your song...... rushed to the third place on the rookie list. But the top two on the newcomer list are not newcomers, they are both well-known artists in the film and television industry. So in a sense, you've got the number one spot on the rookie list in August. ”
The newcomer list is the first, and its gold content can be imagined.
“……”
Hao Mingxing didn't speak.
Qian Lun continued: "Wait a minute, come to my office. ”
After saying that, he turned and left.
Hao Mingxing looked at the back of Qian Lun leaving, and stood in place for a long time.
After a long time.
He retracted his gaze, quietly swept the remaining floor, and emptied the garbage into the trash can in the stairwell.
Then his head gradually lifted and his eyes looked out the window at the sky.
Tears blurred his eyes.
This man, who has always been humble and low-key, and always greets him with a smile on weekdays, let out a low whimper in the stairwell at this moment, and tears flowed down his face.
……
Wang Mo knew that when "It Doesn't Matter" rushed into the top three of the newcomer list, he had already gotten off work early.
It is impossible to work overtime.
It can't be in this life.
However, as soon as he left the company, he received a call from Yuan Xiong.
A few minutes later, Yuan Xiong met Wang Mo, who was waiting for him downstairs
At this moment, Yuan Xiong's whole person was in a state of shock. He didn't expect Wang Mo to write a song casually, and he actually won the third place on the newcomer list.
"Could it be that we made a mistake in the way we opened Wang Mo before?"
Yuan Xiong began to doubt life.
A top-notch good-looking little fresh meat, there is still such talent.
But then again, no matter how good you are at writing songs, you can't splash any waves.
But at least Yuan Xiong is still very happy, after all, Wang Mo has such an ability, which means that he will not starve to death in the future.
After the collapse of many small fresh meats, there will be nothing, it is completely a waste, and you can only eat it and wait for death.
In comparison, Wang Mo is still very good.
"Brother Xiong, is there something wrong with me?"
Wang Mo asked.
Yuan Xiong smiled: "Your song has almost swept the newcomer list, such a big thing, of course I want to find you." Why don't we both have a few drinks in the evening and celebrate? ”
Wang Mo: "It's okay to celebrate, but is Brother Xiongling rich?" ”
Yuan Xiong spread his hands: "I gave you all the private money, and now I only have 30 yuan left in my body." Fortunately, the company provided food, otherwise I would have starved to death. ”
Wang Mo: "The money you gave me, I used to repay the loan." ”
Yuan Xiong: "Then how to celebrate?" ”
Wang Mo: "Forget about drinking the northwest wind, it's cool and saves money." ”
The time for payment of wages will have to wait until the 10th.
As for "It Doesn't Matter", although it rushed to the top three on the list and the number of downloads has reached more than 20,000, it will have to wait for a while to get the money.
The two paupers stared wide-eyed.
After half ringing.
Yuan Xiong said: "Forget it, let's go to the supermarket to buy some discounted vegetables and fry them ourselves, and buy a bottle of Erguotou, which is enough for the two of us to have a good drink."
"Okay!"
Wang Mo nodded in agreement.
At around seven o'clock in the evening, the two came to the Walmart supermarket near Wang Mo's temporary apartment.
Practice has proved that even if you are a former top performer like Wang Mo, as long as you are not surrounded by a group of security guards in your life, you will not follow a group of assistants and staff. Then put on a mask, change your hairstyle and clothes, and even if you walk on the street, few people will pay attention to you.
It's past dinner at the moment, so the vegetable market next to it is basically closed. However, there are still some dishes in the supermarket that are being processed at special prices.
It's just that at this moment, all kinds of specials have been taken care of by many uncles and aunts.
It's cheap!
Many aunts and uncles specially pick this time to grab specials.
With the small physique of the two of them, they can't compete with the uncles and aunts at all.
"Isn't it? Can't buy vegetables? ”
Yuan Xiong stared dryly, he only bought two bottles of Erguotou.
Can't you drink liquor at night?
Wang Mo snapped his fingers: "Brother Xiong, don't worry, look at me!" ”
He squeezed into the special price area of the supermarket, and said with a serious expression in front of a group of uncles and aunts: "Uncles and aunts, at Wal-Mart, don't buy fruits and vegetables that are on sale today." Don't buy meat specials, and don't buy lo-mei snacks. As for rice, bread, etc., you can buy them on the same day. ”
After saying this, the uncles and aunts were shocked.
They looked at each other.
Many people hurriedly put down the specials in their hands and gathered around at the same time.
"Young man, why can't you buy it?"
"Is there something wrong with these dishes?"
"Ouch, I said a long time ago that I can't try to be cheap, I'm about to lose it!"
"Why?"
"Quick, tell Auntie!"
Even a few supermarket employees were stunned, and a series of words flashed through their heads: pesticide residues? Too much hormones? Expired food? Incomplete?
Wang Mo remained silent, and picked up a few special dishes, meat, and lo-mei that the uncles and aunts put down with lightning speed...... Wait, then walk to the weighing area and say, "Because I'm going to buy it." ”
???
!!!
it?
I'm damn it!
A group of uncles and aunts were dazed, and then watched Wang Mo rush to the cashier counter with various specials that originally belonged to them.
Check out with lightning speed.
Rush outside.
Behind him, an old man shouted, "Young man! ”
Wang Mo stopped: "Huh? ”
Uncle: "Are you sick?" ”
And the king ran away.
Behind him, followed by his little friend Yuan Xiong, who had already been stunned.
……
The place where Wang Mo lives is an apartment arranged by the company.
Extremely private.
Although Wang Mo collapsed, the company did not take back his apartment and still let him continue to live.
It can be said that there is nothing lacking in the apartment except for a hostess.
Especially in the kitchen, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are all available.
So after the two returned to the apartment after buying groceries, Yuan Xiong immediately got busy in the kitchen.
Wang Mo...... Refuel on the sidelines.
I have to say that Yuan Xiong's cooking skills are really not covered.
In just over half an hour, a few dishes were fried.
Stir-fried pork, diced spicy chicken, fried egg with leeks, plus a plate of lo-mei, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of pork ears.
It looks like it's all in the right place.
"I'm happy."
"I'm so happy."
"Amer, to be honest, when you just collapsed the house, I was very worried about you in my heart, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to think about it. So I even arranged two eyeliners in the composition department to stare at you twenty-four hours a day. Fortunately, you didn't disappoint me, not only survived the darkest stage, but also allowed yourself to successfully write a good song. ”
Yuan Xiong's face was full of sighs.
"However, composing music is just a small way, and the status of a composer is too low, even if you are at the top, you will not earn fame and fortune. I'm still helping you with the live broadcast, and when I get it done over there, you'll go live. ”
Wang Mo: "Brother Xiong, do you really think that composing music is just a trail?" ”
Yuan Xiong: "Isn't it?" ”
Wang Mo: "I don't think so, in my opinion, composers and singers are equal. ”
Equal?
Yuan Xiong took a sip of wine, looked at Wang Mo fixedly, shook his head and smiled: "You think too much." ”
Wang Mo shook his head: "It's not that I think too much, it's that it should be like this." In today's music world, the status of composers and singers is a deformed and unhealthy relationship. But in my heart: the composer has reached the pinnacle, no worse than the king and queen of the music world. ”
Yuan Xiong smiled: "You mean, if you compose music enough." Even if your house has collapsed, can you return to the top just by virtue of being a composer? ”
Wang Mo said: "That's right. ”
Yuan Xiong frowned: "You drank too much?" ”
Wang Mo shook his head: "I'm serious." ”
Yuan Xiong asked: "That's why you chose to be a composer and wrote "It Doesn't Matter"?" ”
Wang Mo snorted: "Yes." ”
Yuan Xiong continued to ask, "Then do you have any other songs to write?" ”
Wang Mo said: "Yes." ”
At the moment, he still has a song "Invisible Wings" that has not been released.
This song is where the confidence of his words lies.
Yuan Xiong was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "If you really have this ability, go and change the status of the composer." Strive to return to the top of the entertainment industry with the identity of a composer. ”
Wang Mo said: "Yes." ”
Seeing this, Yuan Xiong hurriedly said, "Don't take it seriously, I'm joking." ”
Wang Mo shook his head: "I'm not kidding. ”