However, Li Qing and others were not in the mood to dine at this time. The surrounding customers were looking at them intently. Some of them were holding cameras and pressing the shutter button with excited faces. They looked like paparazzi who had come after hearing the news.
After taking a photo with Wu Gaohui in the restaurant auditorium, Li Qing and others got into the car driven by Pei Sitao and rushed back to the hotel.
It is worth mentioning that before leaving, Li Qing lowered his head and gave Liu Qin a few instructions.
Liu Qin looked confused, but still followed Li Qing's instructions, avoided the crowd, and came to the piano boy Zhu Rongjie.
At this time, Zhu Rongjie was sitting in front of the piano in a daze with a lost look on his face, not paying any attention to the commotion behind him.
Even the waiters and colleagues who were usually close to him would sigh and comfort him before turning around and leaving.
When he noticed Liu Qin's arrival, Zhu Rongjie raised his head and looked at Liu Qin with reddish eyes: "Hello, what can I do?"
"Tell me your address." Liu Qin said calmly.
Zhu Rongjie was stunned. He stared blankly at Liu Qin, who had a calm face. A bolt from the blue flashed through his mind. The next moment, he ran to the counter like crazy, tore off a note, picked up a pen and swiped it.
The uncle wrote a line of traditional Chinese characters, then came to Liu Qin excitedly and stammered: "Here, here."
Liu Qin hummed, and then said: "You can ask for leave, stay at home, don't go anywhere, and wait for news from us."
Zhu Rongjie stood at the door of the restaurant, watching Li Qing and others push open the car door and drive away in a luxury car, his whole head was filled with mist.
"What did you just hand to Miss Liu?"
At this time, Wu Gaohui walked towards Zhu Rongjie and looked at him with a frown.
"No, it's nothing."
Zhu Rongjie stammered, and then stumbled back to the restaurant's dressing room. After changing out of his work clothes, he ignored the foreman's surprised questions and ran all the way back to his apartment, a basement of only ten square meters.
As he ran, he wiped away the tears blown by the wind.
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Zhu Rongjie is 20 years old. After graduating from an art high school in his hometown two years ago, he came to Taipei to work part-time to make a living.
He has always had a dream to be a singer, but because he looks so ordinary, in this era when idol stars are so popular, he has no chance of becoming famous.
So after several blows, Zhu Rongjie finally came to realize the reality.
But he has not given up on his dream of being a singer. In the past two years, he has been reading various books, honing his singing skills, and looking for opportunities to debut.
Fortunately, he had a strong composing ability, so he was spotted by Wu Gaohui by chance and signed a contract with Wu Gaohui's agency as a songwriter.
Zhu Rongjie's plan was very simple. He decided to save the country by taking a curveball and join the music scene as a songwriter first. When the time was right, he would decide whether to debut as a singer.
However, the reality is cruel.
Strong composing ability does not mean strong lyric writing. In the more than three months since he signed with Wu Gaohui Company, Li Qing wrote a total of nearly twenty songs at the request of the company. The melodies of these songs are all very good.
But the lyrics seem a bit messy and do not conform to the current trend of popular songs at all.
Wu Gaohui's suggestion that Hua De'an rejected his songwriting did indeed happen, and it happened more than once.
Not long ago, he also wrote a song for the diva singer Molly, but was still ruthlessly rejected.
As a result, Zhu Rongjie's future became bleak.
When a songwriter joins a brokerage company, he or she does not receive a salary. Only after the author sells the work and the company shares the income will the author receive income.
Zhu Rongjie has no regrets about signing with Wu Gaohui's agency, because if he had not signed with the agency, his works would not even have a chance to be rejected by the kings and queens.
During the recent period, Zhu Rongjie would always laugh at himself when he was writing songs in the basement alone: Some things really require constant trying and hard work, because only by trying and working hard will you know how bad your work is.
After Zhu Rongjie rushed back to his residence, he took out the key with trembling hands and opened the basement door.
Then he quickly walked through the basement corridor, ran towards the public restroom, and grabbed a basin of water.
Then, he picked up the rag soaked in water and returned to the room, mopping the floor and tidying up the room.
Zhu Rongjie is a very self-disciplined person, but he also has some obsessive-compulsive disorder.
In fact, his room is not messy. In addition to the necessary bed, there is a bookshelf and desk filled with various music books.
In addition, there is a brand new guitar hanging on the wall.
Even though the room was very tidy, when he knew that guests were coming, he would plan the room carefully. When he stood up panting, he turned around and saw Li Qing standing in front of the door, looking at the room.
his room.
Zhu Rongjie's whole body tensed up immediately, and he stammered: "You, you're here!"
Li Qing hummed and glanced at the window of the basement room. Outside the window, he could see the land. A car happened to drive by outside, and the dust splashed onto the window glass mirror.
"You came so quickly!" Zhu Rongjie smiled awkwardly, then quickly moved the stool in front of the desk behind Li Qing, then picked up the teapot and poured Li Qing a cup of cold water.
Li Qing sat down, took Liang Baikai, looked at Zhu Rongjie who looked embarrassed, and laughed: "You don't need to be nervous."
"I'm not nervous." Zhu Rongjie stood up straight and said, a drop of sweat clearly sliding down the side of his face.
Li Qing looked at the bookshelf and found that except for some necessary music books, the rest on the bookshelf were all manuscripts of simplified music scores. He took out a few and looked down at them.
Zhu Rongjie became nervous again. He looked at Li Qing expectantly, as if he wanted to see something from Li Qing's every move...
After a long time, Li Qing raised his head and asked: "Are these songs written by you?"
"I wrote it." Zhu Rongjie tensed up and said with difficulty, "Please enlighten me."
Li Qing took another look at the manuscript, nodded and smiled: "Yes...it has advantages, but the shortcomings are too obvious. If you restrain the shortcomings a little, you will become a miracle of the times."
"What?" Zhu Rongjie didn't hear clearly. It's not so much that he didn't hear clearly, but rather that he didn't dare to hear clearly.
I...become a miracle of an era?
"Your music is really good, but the lyrics you write are too casual. You should find a partner who can write lyrics."
Li Qing sorted out the manuscript, then stood up and said, "I heard from Brother Hui that you want to become a singer?"
"I want to!" Zhu Rongjie said concisely and concisely.