"Hey, Fang Jing, I'll help you get your artist done, bah! Your artist's next song is done, how can you thank me?"
"What! You want to give me a house in Shanghai? How can you be so embarrassed? Where is the location? I will go through the transfer process tomorrow. It's okay. It's all as it should be."
After coming out of the bathroom, Zhao Lei rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands, whistling, "There are two cows on the east hillside. The bull said love you to the cow..."
"I think back then, my army was not open yet, with dozens of people and seven or eight guns."
This trip was not a loss, at least he made millions, and even got an extra house. The corner of Zhao Lei's mouth almost cracked to the back of his head. It didn't matter whether he was in a bar or not.
Half an hour later, all the singers finished singing, the venue was cleared, and the audience exited, leaving only a few singers and supporting guests.
Director Hong Tao announced the rankings and eliminations.
"I announce that the first place in this issue is, who is it? She is Teacher Du Lisha, the second place...the fourth place is Wang Xiaomin, congratulations Xiaomin."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you for your advice." After hearing that she was fourth, Wang Xiaomin stood up and hugged Zhao Lei, and then thanked them one by one, unable to hide the smile on her face.
When she finished singing, she thought she was going to be eliminated. Unexpectedly, things turned around and Zhao Lei saved her with a song called Chengdu.
The audience voted, and those who voted for the supporting singers would also be counted towards the singer. This time, Wang Xiaomin got Zhao Lei's favor.
Originally, her vote count was last, but Zhao Lei, who was far ahead, averaged it out. If she had been higher, she might not be as simple as fourth.
After the announcement, everyone went back to their homes to find their mothers, and when they left the camera, everyone dropped their smiles, buried their heads and left.
Carrying the guitar on his back, Zhao Lei was also preparing to retreat, but was stopped by Liang Qiaobai before he left the TV station.
"Can I have a cup of coffee?"
"Is something wrong? I have a flight to catch."
Simple and direct, this is Zhao Lei, no matter how famous you are, I won't work under you, go back and release the album, get the money and continue wandering.
The vast horizon is his love.
I don't plan to go back to the bar for the time being. I'll wait until the money is almost used up and I'm not full to eat before I go back to serve the dishes.
"I just want to ask, do you have a record company that you are signed to?" Liang Qiaobai was stunned for a moment, then said his intention.
Talented people are arrogant, which is understandable.
Zhao Lei shrugged, "No, I don't plan to sign the contract, it's too restrictive."
What kind of contract should I sign? Isn’t it good to make money by yourself? No one cares, do whatever you want, smoke and drink every day, that’s life.
He has always been paying attention to Fang Jing's situation. Although he is famous, he lives a tiring life, and every little thing is reported in a big way.
"Ha, it's okay. Here is my business card. If you need anything, you can call me."
Zhao Lei didn't want to sign a contract, but Liang Qiaobai didn't force it. Most of these wild singers are piss-poor, and I've seen them too many over the years.
But the Chinese music scene becomes more interesting with the addition of these unique singers, isn't it?
"Thank you." He took the business card, glanced at Zhao Lei, put it in his pocket, and left without looking back.
A week later, the fourth episode of Singer was broadcast, and the name Zhao Lei hit the screen, and a large number of Internet celebrities went to Yulin Road and the tavern to check in.
To strike while the iron is hot, Zhao Lei's digital album has also been released, selling for ten yuan each, with a total of four songs.
Xiangnan Hotel, at night, after taking a bath, Wang Xiaomin lay on the bed to rest, throwing the towel aside, looking at her curvy figure from behind.
When she learned that Zhao Lei was releasing an album, she bought one on the music platform.
His lips twitched when he saw that there were only four songs, one of which was Chengdu, which he had already sung. As he said, it was indeed very short.
Click to start playing from the first song, Our Time.
"The sun above my head"
"Burning with the residual heat of youth"
"He never gives up"
"Shine our way forward"
There is no prelude to this song, and it starts right away. It is so fierce and fierce that it makes people breathless, and you can feel his heartbeat through the screen.
After breathing slowly, Wang Xiaomin continued to click on the next song.
"Unlucky fate, obsession is indifferent"
"Farewell to youth, countless stations"
"Being willing to be ordinary but unwilling to be ordinary and rotten
"You are A Diao, you are a free bird"
…
Each one is a cry for the past, each one is one's own life, and Wang Xiaomin can feel goosebumps listening to it.
In my heart, I am still convinced. If this man serving dishes at the bar were in the entertainment industry, it would not be a problem to become a first-line singer.
This song "A Diao" was a song that Zhao Lei promised her 100,000 yuan to sing once, but it sounded a bit wild and desolate, which was not suitable for her. She felt like she was being cheated.
I called Zhao Lei and Wang Xiaomin wanted to talk about whether she could adapt and adapt the music into a style that suited her.
"It's okay, just adapt it as you like. You can change whatever you want. That's it. I'm very busy now. See you later."
In a certain community in Shanghai, Zhao Lei breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone. He thought Wang Xiaomin had refunded the money.
"No, we can't stay in this place anymore, we have to move our position."
After getting up and packing his suitcase, Zhao Lei was about to run away and blocked Wang Xiaomin casually. He wanted to leave this sad place.
Fang Jing, that bastard, lied to him. He promised to release an album, but he didn't expect to release a digital album, so he went to the studio to record it all in one afternoon. Including post-production, the total cost was no more than 100,000 yuan.
The house he lives in now is the one Fang Jing promised to give him, with three bedrooms and one living room, worth several million, which is really good.
But it's useless. He doesn't have a registered residence in Shanghai, so he can't pass the transfer. What Fang Jing said is to keep the house, and wait until he finds a local girl to transfer it later.
He only had a key, but the house was not his own. Zhao Lei felt extremely distressed.
This house and Fang Hui's house were bought by Fang Jing a few years ago. At that time, Yang Ning took him to buy two houses in total.
Although I don’t have a local household registration, I am a celebrity anyway, so buying an apartment is very easy, and it was completed in a few days.
"Hey! Hey! Don't hang up! You haven't helped me adapt it yet?" Wang Xiaomin, from Xiangnan, looked at the phone showing that the other party had hung up, and was so angry that she wanted to hit someone.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off..."
He called again but couldn't get through. If this person hadn't been introduced by Fang Jing, Wang Xiaomin would have definitely thought she had met a scammer.
Unable to get through to Zhao Lei, Wang Xiaomin called Fang Jing. The client was introduced by him, so he had to find a middleman to get back any losses he suffered.
Due to the time difference, it was night in China but still broad daylight in North Africa. Fang Jing received the call as soon as he got through. Wang Xiaomin explained everything clearly on the phone.
"Mr. Fang, you have to complete the whole job. You introduced the person, so you have to be responsible. Now Zhao Lei ran away halfway, and no one helped me arrange the song. Don't you have to take over?"
"Is there such a thing? Zhao Lei is really not a human being. In fact, I am not familiar with him. I won't talk about it. The signal here is not good..."
Listening to the beeping sound, Wang Xiaomin was stunned. After thinking about it, she called Yang Ning.
Half an hour later, Fang Jing took the initiative to call back, "Which song should I adapt?"
"A Diao."
"Okay, I know. Next time something like this happens, don't bother Mr. Ning. Just ask me."
Wang Xiaomin smiled proudly, hummed and nodded. If nothing happened, go to Fang Jing. If anything happened, go to Yang Ning. This was what her manager Xiao Wenjing said, and it really worked.