Chapter three hundred and ninety-two: be a quality person
Fang Jing can't do things like prostitution for free if he doesn't know anyone but wears pants. After all, he is a celebrity, so he still has this quality.
Two songs, one I am very happy and the other Passenger, were given to Lu Feifei as soon as they arrived at the hotel.
"You are just a passer-by, passing by my world. I don't dare to be too reluctant to leave you, for fear that you will see that I am sad..."
Holding the music score, Lu Feifei hummed softly, her eyes lit up after just a few words.
"Brother Fang Jing, thank you so much. I will treat you to tea another day when I have time."
"No, I won't drink anymore..."
Adults are similar to children. When faced with toys in the window, they yearn for them before they get them, but once they actually buy them and play with them for a few days, they will get tired of them, or they won't know where to throw them away after a while.
In his previous life, Fang Jing was a loser, and he longed for luxury cars and mansions, screen actresses, and sexy and beautiful goddesses. He walked into his dreams countless days and nights.
But now that he has tried all these things, that’s it!
It's not interesting, I can just live my life honestly with my small family. It's okay to eat fast food once in a while, but it's not good for my health if I eat it every day. If I want to support my family, I have to live on the simple food at home.
Thinking that Fang Jing was timid, Lu Feifei didn't try to persuade him, but felt a little regretful.
She couldn't put it down and looked at the music score. Lu Feifei was confused, "Hey, there is no author's name on it!"
"Didn't you write this?" Fang Jing said with a smile, "Feifei, are you confused by your sleep?"
"Ah? Oh, I understand!" Lu Feifei nodded, biting her lower lip, thoughtfully. Fang Jing wanted her to shut up and keep the matter between the two of them in her stomach.
Damn it, old pervert! Weren't you very brave before? You value reputation, but I value it more than you!
Cursing in her heart, Lu Feifei put on a smile and said, "Do you think I am going through menopause early? I can't even remember such a small thing. Thank you for reminding me."
“Who has early menopause?”
Not far away, Yang Mi and Shen Hao came together.
"I have early menopause." Lu Feifei circled the music sheet lightly and carried it behind her back, and said with a smile: "I am under a lot of pressure and my health is not good."
"Then you need to see a doctor. The weather has been cold recently. Don't catch a cold." Shen Hao said with concern.
"It's okay. I just got the injection a few days ago. The effect is good, but my buttocks are a little sore."
Hearing this, Fang Jing felt nervous and changed the subject, "Are you two here to urge us to go to Taili together?"
"Yeah!" Yang Mi nodded, "The car in the station has been waiting below for a while, and we are the only ones missing."
"Let's go then. Finish the recording and call it a day. I have a lot of things to do over there."
Fang Jing concealed himself well and went downstairs, chatting and laughing, leading the conversation, and Lu Feifei didn't even have time to interrupt.
Seeing this scene, Lu Feifei snickered and secretly cursed you as a coward!
When we arrived at the TV station, we put on makeup, changed clothes, tidied up, and then started recording China's Strongest Voice at three in the afternoon.
This is the second phase, just like the previous phase, elimination and selection.
The chosen ones were so happy that they almost jumped up, while the unsuccessful ones had sad faces and some shed tears on the spot. They left feeling desolate and lonely.
The talent show is cruel, there are many people participating, and only a few will make a successful debut. No one knows who the lucky winner will be until the last moment.
After recording for more than two hours, Fang Jing finally selected three people. Including Yang Chaoyue and Feng Timo from the previous episode, his team already had five people. The program team stipulated that each team has ten people, and he completed half of his task.
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"Sit down and have something to drink?"
"Tea!"
After the recording ended, Fang Jing was called alone to the deputy director's office.
"It's tasteful. Nowadays, young people like drinks, and few have the time to make tea. Tea is a good thing. You can be calm and drink it regularly. Not only can you lose weight, but you can also maintain your health."
The tea tray was placed on the table, and the water had been boiled. It could be seen that it had been prepared before, and he started to brew while talking about the side table.
He poured out the first cup of tea and started brewing it for the second time. He moved his hands very slowly. Five minutes had passed and Fang Jing was worried about him.
In fact, Fang Jing doesn't like drinking tea. It's too troublesome and he can't judge whether it's good or bad. He feels the same about a few yuan a pound of Kuding and a few thousand Longjing tea.
The reason why I said drink tea just now is because the other party's tea tray and water have been boiled. It would be better to say drink Lei Bi, which is not appropriate.
"Are you used to recording programs? This is your first time recording this kind of program. If you have any ideas, you can discuss them with the station and we will try our best to satisfy you."
The deputy said and handed Fang Jing a cup of tea.
The tea cup is very small, similar to the 10-cent jelly filling shells sold at the entrance of primary schools.
Fang Jing seriously doubted whether he could feel the taste after taking one sip.
"Thanks!"
"Bliss!"
He took a sip lightly, but didn't feel it at all. He almost drank the tea cup. When he saw the deputy receptionist staring at him, Fang Jing thought about it for a few seconds, patted his thigh, and praised, "Good tea!"
"Hahaha, okay, just drink more. This is my treasure. I usually don't want to entertain people. I will pack half a catty for you when you leave."
"A gentleman never takes what others like." Fang Jing waved his hand.
"What do you mean by that? A beautiful woman goes with a hero, a good horse goes with a good saddle, and it's rare to meet a close friend. Why do I give you some?" The deputy pretended to be angry, looking down on me if you don't want it.
Fang Jing couldn't resist and agreed to accept it.
After chatting for a while, the assistant station said: "The last program has been edited and the effect is very good, especially your opening song, which gave us a good start."
"It's my duty, thank you. Jingzhou TV is one of the best in the country. I'm very happy to be able to sing on this platform."
"It's an honor for us to invite you! Speaking of which, this is your first time as a mentor. We are really destined. Everything seems to be destined."
The two exchanged business blows and had a great time chatting.
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"It's good for young people to be energetic and lively. To be honest, seeing these children singing and dancing on stage makes me feel several years younger."
Bah! Shameless!
Turning around, Fang Jing cursed!
The old guy must have something to do with him. He stayed up for half an hour without saying anything, drank several pots of tea, and held his urine for a long time.
"Speaking of which, no matter whose team wins the championship, they will all be your students to the outside world. Fang Jing, do you think this will work? The champion players will write a song for them."
Narrowing his eyes, Fang Jing finally figured out what this old guy was looking for. He just wrote songs, with so many twists and turns.
If he continued to chat, he suspected that the old guy would show him the great sword dragon.
"Chen Tai, this is not my fault..."
"Alas~" the assistant station waved his hand to stop Fang Jing from saying anything else, "We also know that your singing is expensive, and the program funds are limited, so we can only give you seven million."
"This is not about money! I can't write without the right inspiration." Fang Jing was embarrassed.
Tailor-made songs are different from just writing them casually. It’s too difficult and it’s unreasonable to ask for a good price.
"Eight million, think of it as doing me a favor! It's also for your students!"
"I...well...sorry."
"Eight.6 million! Help brother!"
"Chen Tai, what you said is ridiculous. Since you are my student, I will write for free."
Damn it!
Seeing Fang Jing's awe-inspiring look, the deputy wanted to spit out the old phlegm.