This version of "Sweet Honey" was remade in the lv.3 recording studio, adding a lot of details. Because of the significant increase in the number of sound tracks, Mo Xijun can record more than a dozen edits at will, but now it seems that this is really unnecessary.

"It's probably this feeling." Mo Xijun lit his chin and thought, "If you want to change, I can change the scene... but I really couldn't think of a more suitable one."

"First love?" asked Mr. West Lake.

"I haven't done it." Mo Xijun waved his hand embarrassedly.

"How is that possible!" Mr. West Lake swallowed, "You sang so sweetly... I haven't even tasted my first love?"

"It's not just love that is sweet, Teacher West Lake." Mo Xijun tilted his head and smiled.

"Ahhh..." Xihu covered his left chest, "I can't stand it anymore... If I continue singing, I want...I want...I can't control myself anymore."

Mo Xijun is experienced in this expression of West Lake.

"You are a good person!"

Yao Ming's face suddenly appeared, and good people were stuck and could not defend themselves.

Fortunately, Lu Jian and Qiao Qiao were on guard. They just terrified this expression, but Mr. West Lake had never had this kind of experience. From heaven to hell, from beauty to Yao Ming, from emotional cultivating to being sent to good people card, only one second.

"So... so angry..." Mr. Xihu grabbed his left chest and turned his head to Lu Jian and said, "The finished product can be produced in half an hour. There is nothing to adjust except the volume."

At this time, Mo Xijun had already opened the door and came out: "I'm so angry, I practiced for a long time, but it was completed in 3 minutes."

"Sister Xijun is ten thousand times more stable than me." Qiao Qiao took off her headphones and nodded hard at Mo Xijun, "Why can it be completely flawless?"

"Teacher Robin taught me well. From breathing to pronunciation, from bass to falsetto, I have practiced hundreds of times each point. Practice makes perfect." Mo Xijun raised his eyebrows at Qiao Qiao, "Aren't you a genius? You're good at self-study."

"I thought so at first, but after listening to your scene, I realized the difference between professionalism and playing... it's too stable." Qiao Qiao turned to Lu Jian, with a longing face.

"Well, you can change your position." Lu Jian pointed to the two of them respectively. "In the future, Xijun listens more here, enriches his music experience, and tries to learn various styles of music. Qiao Qiao goes to the classroom to learn singing from scratch. There will be some things that he can't understand by himself. Ask Teacher Robin more."

"Well, I should go to practice too." Although I said that, Qiao Qiao still sat next to Mr. West Lake, "Let's see if my buddy finishes it."

"Then I'll try something fun when I go in." Mo Xijun turned around and walked towards the recording studio. "I listened to my voice in my headphones differently from what I imagined. I'll try other singing methods."

"It's not over yet." Lu Jian grabbed Mo Xijun, "It's still one step away."

Mo Xijun was stunned for a moment, then turned around and smiled, "No problem, this song is fine."

"I still need a affirmation to continue." Lu Jian nodded, "Give me the result as soon as possible."

"Um."

After leaving the recording studio, Xing Dawei also sent a message-

"I checked it carefully. Without this dayung-sampan, I have never had this melody."

Lu Jian breathed a sigh of relief and replied.

"Thank you, Uncle Xing, the consultation fee has been recorded."

"Consultation fee? Xiaojian, don't do this..."

"There is also a public relations fee. I'll help you recommend it to those poisonous tongues after the new song."

"I don't need to push things for granted at all. They begged me to listen."

After chatting, Lu Jian put away his phone and the second problem was solved.

In his previous life, the melody of "Sweet Honey" was taken from the Indonesian song dayung-sampan, which was brought back by Teresa Teng. This kind of song itself is publicly copyrighted, but if this matter is not specified, it may cause discourse. But if it is directly stated, it will make people feel strange if the song is not found. It just so happened that Xing Dawei was in charge of the committee's work in ethnic music. His investigation results are authoritative enough, which saves this concern.

But this is just the second biggest trouble, and the first big trouble is still there.

Don’t be happy! Not all aunts are so easy to talk to.

...

Going forward to entertainment, a man kicked open the door of the president's office.

Only Wade can do this here.

The staff in the office area outside stood up in surprise. Even they felt the smell of gunpowder in the struggle for power today. But they didn't expect that Wade would lose his mind.

In the office, Wade slapped He Dongfang's table with his palms and questioned without any concealment.

"The music business department, 9 supervisors, 12 producers, and 31 employees asked for leave. Are you doing the right thing?"

He Dongfang narrowed his eyes and looked at Wade. After being surprised, his anger followed: "You are becoming more and more arrogant. You are not doing your own management well and come to me to act wildly?"

"The chariot I have cultivated for five years is poured on rust by you." Wade pointed at He Dongfang, "Mediocre, corrupt, incompetent, inefficient, you are not worthy of sitting here!"

"Get out!" He Dongfang was furious and slapped the table, "You don't want at least the decent?"

"Keep respectful is to win respect, I don't need your respect." Wade waved his arm, slapped the phone on the table to the wall, and then smiled grimly, "To you, this way, you can get respect."

The staff outside were so scared that some people were already calling the security department.

"Finally, you evil dog!" He Dongfang trembled with anger, "I know your past Wade, you are a mad dog! You deceived Jack and Jane, and now you reveal your true colors."

"Is that so? Do you want to see what you are?" Wade pulled off the suit, his muscles as if they were about to burst out of his shirt.

"What are you going to do? Are you crazy?" He Dongfang was frightened, retreated repeatedly, and retreated to the window.

"Born." Wade shook his head, hung his suit on his shoulder, and walked away.

“???”

Wade left the office, threw the door, and the staff around him who stood up to watch the fun quickly returned to their seats, fearing that they would be taken to vent their anger.

"I hate power struggles, that will overwhelm talents and waste time," Wade said to the surroundings. "But now I have no choice, so everyone must choose, and stand on the side you think will win, neutrality is equivalent to failure."

The staff were shivering under Wade's deterrence.

Wade walked into the elevator all the way, and Lin Xiaozao, who was waiting inside, nodded before taking off his suit and putting it on his body.

Lin Xiaozao was also scared: "I thought... I just talked about it. Is it necessary for Mr. Wei?"
Chapter completed!