I don't know when Han Zhou fell asleep on the rest bed in Wang Xiya's office.
When Han Zhou woke up again, Wang Xiya had gone home to sleep and came to the company again.
Han Zhou occupied the bed, and Wang Xiya, whose company had just merged, finally went home to rest for a night.
When Han Zhou woke up, the first thing he did was not eat or drink, but rush to the trainee floor.
Now, Han Zhou feels what it means to be an adult.
I used to just muddle along, but I didn't realize it.
Only now do I realize how difficult it is to stand out and become famous.
Not to mention talking about being like a dragon or a phoenix among adults.
Large practice room for trainees.
Men and women do morning exercises here.
Starting today, all schools are on holiday, and those trainees who are still doing their studies will attend mid-week morning classes for the first time today.
So, it was the first time for everyone to arrive.
Han Zhou walked into the practice room and saw several girls wearing practice uniforms watching videos.
Han Zhou went over and took a look, and saw that a few girls had just watched a new video, playing lion, or rather, lion dance.
A few girls watched others practicing lion training, and while praising how good they were, they also said it was very dangerous.
The duo practicing lion dance missed their front foot and almost rolled from the pillar to the ground. Fortunately, they stabilized their back foot and reconnected with a beautiful movement.
There was also a girl who discovered Han Zhou, but they knew that Han Zhou was not from Tianle, so they didn't care.
Soon, the vocal teacher came over.
A group of talents started practicing individually.
While Han Zhou was here, Wang Chuyang and Lin Jianqiu were still very involved.
After practicing for about half an hour, Wang Xiya walked to the practice room.
The vocal teacher hurriedly stepped forward.
Wang Xiya: "Han Zhou."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
"How about teaching them?"
Han Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
Han Zhou came on stage, and Wang Xiya raised her voice: "This person's name is Han Zhou, you can call him Teacher Han. He has been very popular since his debut. Currently, he has six songs in the top 100 of the song chart. The first movie he premiered is currently Still in theaters.”
"You all know each other, right?"
"Know!" The trainees have dreams of entering the entertainment industry, and of course they know the newcomers and seniors who have just debuted in recent months.
Wang Xiya: "Everyone is welcome."
At this time, Han Zhou came on stage, pressed his hands amidst the applause, signaled to stop, and then put his hands behind his back: "Today, when I just arrived at the practice room, I saw a few girls watching short videos."
"I'm watching lion dance practice."
The expressions of several girls changed and they lowered their heads instantly.
They thought Han Zhou was going to arrest them for being a model.
However, Han Zhou said on the stage: "In lion dance, there are five kinds of lions in five colors. The white one is called the Ma Chao lion, also called the filial lion and the mourning lion."
"In the past lion dance culture, this kind of lion was only performed at funerals, and the performer was also the most stable and powerful person in lion dance. In other words, it could only be performed by the class leader and the master master."
"But now times have changed, and some people will use white lions in commercial performances."
"For example, during the Chinese New Year celebrations yesterday, there was a lion dance performance in England, which was the white lion. More than 700,000 tourists and New Year celebrants watched this day's performance."
"Even students who learn about lions use white lions."
Han Zhou angrily yelled: "You are shameless!"
"No rules!"
"Don't take your employer seriously!"
"Is the white lion also suitable for beginners? Beginners don't even practice basic skills. They jump around with the white lion on their backs. What should they do if they fall at someone's funeral?"
"Oh, it hurts so much. My fingers are bleeding..."
"Is it a shame or not?"
"It's a funeral. Don't tell me your finger is bleeding. Even if your leg is broken, others won't look down on you."
"How come you didn't fall to death? It's best to go with the old man!"
Han Zhou glanced across the entire audience.
Many people lowered their heads.
Why?
Point to the mulberry tree and curse the locust tree.
In this practice room, there are millions of speakers, hundreds of thousands of electric guitars, all kinds of equipment, and the best performance equipment.
These things, in the past entertainment industry, did not belong to newcomers at the trainee level.
Your fucking electronic keyboard worth a hundred dollars can’t play stably, but you still have a Steinway?
Han Zhou: "To take a step back, the current class leader allows students to use the most important white lion, which is the most expensive, heaviest and most meaningful, and allows them to carry the white lion with great significance during the celebration."
"What are the students doing? Showing off their three-legged cat skills while carrying a white lion?"
"The class leader hopes that you can carry the white lion, which is a kind of expectation."
"Do you think you are a professional lion dancer just because you carry the white lion? That's not true, that's nonsense!!!"
Han Zhou hit the whiteboard hard with his pen: "You've all learned vocal music, right?"
Han Zhou wrote on the blackboard.
"Okay, sing one by one."
Several teachers were gathered at the door.
The voice teacher looked unhappy.
At first, they thought Han Zhou was just talking about his own experience and giving some encouragement.
Unexpectedly, Han Zhou started scolding her when he came up, and now he has to assess his business ability?
Han Zhou randomly asked a boy: "Come on, let's sing."
The boy was looking at the music score, and he was completely confused. He kept saying, "Swish, doo, doo, doo, swish, swish..."
"Do you understand?" Han Zhou: "Let's sing."
Boy: "Life is only a few autumns, ah..."
"Aren't you full?!" Han Zhou said, "What are you singing about? Now I ask you to record a program. Are you embarrassed to go on TV?"
Then another one came.
Han Zhou: "Now go to the Youth Song Competition. Where are you going to win the last place? Guarantee one and earn two?"
Here comes another girl.
Han Zhou: "Is there anyone who can't keep up with the beat?!"
Here comes another boy.
Han Zhou: "Did you leave your vocal cords at home?!!!"
Wang Chuyang: "Life is only a few autumns, and you won't give up until you get drunk. That one in the east..."
Han Zhou: "Don't you wash your face when you get up in the morning?"
Wang Chuyang: "???"
What? I sing so well and you find fault with me for not washing my face?
Han Zhou: “Not convinced?”
"Here, videotape him, and later show the video of him with eye droppings in his eyes to his fans as a fan benefit."
Wang Chuyang felt shameless and ran away with his head in his hands.
Lin Jianqiu: "Life is only a few autumns, and you won't give up until you get drunk."
Han Zhou: "You sing, just sing. Who taught you to sing and sway at the same time? What are you doing with your hands? Are you DJing?"
Lin Jianqiu: "..."
Han Zhou on stage: "Each of you has your own talents."
"Some people dance well, some people have good voices, and some people sing well."
"Of course, the most important thing is that they all look good."
"Except Wang Chuyang."
Wang Chuyang:???
Even though I’m the worst-looking person at home, I’m still the best here, right?!
Han Zhou: "But what does this have to do with you? These conditions are all born from my mother."
"What the hell are you practicing so early in the morning?"
"Are you going to show this to your fans in the future?"
"The company will spend three to five million to package you up, hype up two hot spots, and then invite a group of people to pretend to be your fans, block the road at the airport, hold up a sign outside the TV station, and then let you sing on stage.
A rubbish song that no one would listen to, to deceive some ignorant fans, and then you can harvest fans, right?"
"Nothing wrong, Tianle can make money by doing this. He can make money for one year, two years, or three years. After making money, he will throw you away and replace you with someone new. He will harvest fans for another three years, and then replace you with another group."
"what about you?"
"Are you going to be a traffic boy for three years and then go home and don't know what to do? You didn't even go to high school or college, so you came here to be a trainee and you spent the morning in the practice room practicing how to fight with people and how to joke?"
When Han Zhou cursed people on stage, he didn't have any problem with Tianle, nor did he object to traffic creation and idol packaging.
Every new industry has a reason for its existence.
Han Zhou only targets each individual.
Mr. Nan Guo is just pretending to be a fool, you want to learn it too?
Mr. Nan Guo is smart and has been working for three years. Do you have any brains? Have you been able to work for three days?
Han Zhou was on stage: "When I see so much money being thrown at you, I want to hit you!"
"I'm telling you."
"You polluted my ears for half an hour early in the morning. I didn't even eat breakfast, and I almost vomited out my overnight meal."
The bodybuilding teacher whispered: "Mr. Wang..."
"This is not conducive to our... plan."
Wang Xiya: "Let him speak."
"Those who can listen will be trained as artists, those who can't listen will be trained as idols, and those who can't practice will be given up."
"Remember, as long as the money is in place, you won't lose money in anything you do."
Han Zhou on the stage knocked on the table: "Do you want to be a star?"
Han Zhou's eyes touched that person: "Think!"
"Are you worthy?!"
Han Zhou looked at the other person: "Do you want to be a star?"
"I'll practice!"
Han Zhou: "What does your dictionary mean by practicing: deal with things?"
Han Zhou looked at Liuliu: "Do you want to be a star?"
Liuliu: "I can!"
Han Zhou yelled: "Are you so fucking drunk?!"
Liuliu lowered his head.
Han Zhou looked at Lin Jianqiu: "Do you want to be a star?"
Lin Jianqiu: "I want to be a first-line singer!"
"You still have a very determined goal. Which A-list singer scratches his fingers like chicken claws when singing? Does he knit a sweater on stage while singing?"
Han Zhou was on stage: "I heard someone say something."
"If you don't skip classes, go to Internet cafes, sing karaoke, stay up all night, or fall in love, your youth will be a waste of time."
"Which fool said this?"
"You skipped classes and surfed the Internet, sang karaoke, knew everything, and had puppy love. Will your youth bite you?!"
"Let me tell you, Tianle's current idol packaging strategy relies on defense."
"Nowadays, all entertainment companies in China rely on oral defense to cultivate idols."
"What do idols, idols, sell? It's youthfulness."
"You need to be young, handsome, cool, pure, and energetic, and then attract fans, spend money on you, support you, and call you."
"Do you have any fucking youth?"
"I thought I was at the cemetery so early in the morning!"
"The dogs of the vegetable sellers in the vegetable market get up earlier than you!"
"Do you think it's easy to be an idol?"
"It's harder to be an idol than a star!"
"Are you worthy?!"
Han Zhou on the stage had been cursing for half an hour.
Very good, I finally got rid of all the scolding for my recent unhappiness, and the people in the audience were willing to take the scolding.
Is this feeling what it feels like to be a lecturer? Above!
"I'm here today to fool you, saying that you can be a national idol, and you believe it?"
"Then wait until tomorrow, use your seventeen-year-old face to earn him 30 million, only give you three melons and two dates, and then kick you into the garbage dump."
"You will ask me why then?"
"My fucking microphone worth hundreds of thousands of dollars allows you to sing like a 50-cent sound. You ask me why?"
Han Zhou looked at a person: "How do you say banana in English?"
The man asked weakly: "Dudu?"
"I'm going to be your grandma! Banana!!!" Han Zhou yelled: "If I were your boss, if you don't memorize the Oxford Dictionary for a month, I will throw you into the Huangbu River!"
"Idol's idea is just to send the most useless among you to go abroad for a while, come back with an English name, and then say that you have experience abroad, and even learned to play basketball and hip-hop."
"Then I'll send him to a show where I'll sing a few words of love and five and make a pout."
"The reporter asked you how to say banana in English, and you said "jet tou". When asked how to say potato, you said "oh and turbine?"
Many people lowered their heads.
What the hell? No one said that to be an idol, you have to go abroad, choose an English name and speak English.
At this time, Wang Xiya stared at Han Zhou.
Wang Xiya wanted to know why Han Zhou, who had never been in the entertainment industry before his debut, was so familiar with the operation of idols.
Wang Xiya arranged for more than a dozen people to go to Bang Country last year and spent tens of millions of dollars to research and analyze this set of things.
All in vain?
Han Zhou looked at the audience: "The more rubbish among you, the more people there will be in the team in the future."
"An awesome idol sings and dances alone. Although he will be criticized by the outside world as an amateur, he can still do it at least."
"For the less-than-idol-like idols, three or four people form a group and perform activities together. A few real fans get together and can barely support the show."
"The most rubbish ones are groups of eight, nine, or even forty or fifty people, and the idols in them are not as famous as the guy next door, Lao Wang, who cheated on people in the fucking social news."
"You think about what you can do."
"Those who can sing are called singers."
"Those who can dance are called dancers."
"Some people rely on their reputation and can serve as a facade."
"I advise you who don't want to practice hard to eat more. In the future, you will be stronger. You can be an idol assistant and run faster while carrying your bag."
"Okay, you can go away, little bastards."
Wang Xiya: "Just finished scolding?"
Han Zhou thought for a moment: "Then let me take another vocal lesson? Can I borrow your musicians and recording studio?"
Wang Xiya: "You just want to record a song, right?"
Han Zhou: "How is it possible? I'm that kind of person?"
Wang Xiya: "You can use it whatever you want."
The vocal teacher applauded loudly: "Okay, Han Zhou is a singer who has already made his debut. You can go to the recording studio and listen to professional singers record songs, so that you can have someone to set a goal for."
Walking out of the practice room, Wang Xiya whispered: "Why does that Lin Jianqiu look so like Lin Xiaoxing?"
"Did you also find out?" Han Zhou said: "It seems that when he debuted, he could openly and openly take advantage of Lin Xiaoxing's fame."
Wang Xiya: "So you came here today to help me make a bad show? Are you afraid that I won't be able to shame you and scold them? Are you afraid that people in the company will scold them and make them unconvinced by being young and energetic?"
Han Zhou: "No, I'm looking for the three most talented people."
Wang Xiya was stunned: "Why are you looking for the three weakest people?"
Han Zhou: "Find the three most talented people to be popular."
Wang Xiya and several teachers were all confused.
What the hell, you want to choose the three most delicious ones to win fame?! Are you in Gan Shen Mo?
It seems that the rumors that Han Zhou is mentally ill are not true!
Han Zhou's eyes were red: "To make money, you need to be famous."
"I want to make the best one a hit and tell everyone that I, Han Zhou, am making a star just for fun."
It’s hard to praise a big horned person, but why not a clown?
Wang Xiya was stunned for a moment before speaking: "This wave of idol idol craze, New World wants to get a share of the pie?"
Han Zhou: "Look, people like Kim Hyo-hee from Bangkok have come to China, and then the Chinese idols in the groups in Bangkok will soon come back in large numbers."
"Then, many companies will promote idols."
"I just make a little money."
Wang Xiya: "Aren't you afraid that someone will take advantage of you and scold you every day for ruining the entertainment industry?"
Han Zhou: "Huh? Don't any passers-by know that I have mental illness?"
"Don't worry, they won't be able to scold me. What would happen if I put a group that started out as a show of ugliness on a pedestal?"
Wang Xiya: "Then you are the next godfather in the entertainment industry. In the future, you will be comparable to the fourth master Han who made movies and the third master Liu who made variety shows in the previous era."
Before Han Zhou figured out how much an entertainment company would cost, he wanted to take the boutique route.
But now, Han Zhou realized why a giant company like Tianle would start playing with idols.
Times are changing.
Han Zhou himself can compete with others in the star market, but it is too difficult for the newly brought people to compete with others in this market.
Therefore, it is necessary to take a bite of the newly emerging market.
Of course, Han Zhou was not ready to throw away Wang Chuyang and Lin Jianqiu's two treasures as consumables.
Therefore, Han Zhou wanted to find the remaining three people Tian Le chose.
Seize the market in the field of mental pollution.
Although they are selected from the rest, everyone here is more reliable than the ones scouts find on the roadside or in bars.
Han Zhou is confident that he can first let them enter the circle as buffoons, and then train them to counterattack.
As for the half-hour of yelling today.
Han Zhou really didn't choose three dishes, but the three people who were least afraid of being scolded.
Because the three people with such thick skin must be the third brother who made the least progress and was eliminated by Tianle. They are also the three brothers who can withstand the ridicule of thousands of netizens.