Because the General Secretary was involved, the singer of "For Whom" was successfully replaced.
Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue, two little kids, cannot support such a majestic song.
In fact, even if the General Administration does not intervene, Xu Mingxia and others are still looking for singers.
As in the previous life, everyone agreed that such a song must be sung by a female singer with excellent singing skills and rich experience.
This time, the General Secretary appointed a singer.
Wen Mu is a national first-class singer and the deputy leader of the General Political Department Song and Dance Ensemble. Once this level comes out, the heroes will change.
When I saw this amazing singer, she was wearing military uniform and chatting with Xia Weizhang and others.
"Hey, is this Xiao Qian who composed the song?"
When Wen Mu came, he already understood it clearly.
She never quite believed that someone who could make such a song could actually be a seven-year-old child.
She was so sinister that she even suspected that this was a stunt done by people from the Shanghai Music Conservatory to create a sensation. It wasn't until she met Xiao Qian that her suspicions were eliminated.
"Hello Aunt Wen, I leave this song to you."
This was not something a child could say, so Wen Mu took it seriously.
"Xiao Qian, don't worry, Auntie is a professional at singing."
Wen Mu was rated as a national first-class singer, and he was still very confident in this professional field. Until he entered the recording studio...
"Aunt Wen, this is not the right way to sing. Your pitch is too high and your emotional expression is not sufficient."
Among a group of adults, Xiao Qian sat in the middle, holding the microphone and giving instructions naturally through the soundproof glass.
But no one thought this scene was ridiculous, because he produced the song, and no one understood the connotation of the song better than him.
This made Li Qingjue, who was sitting in the back and eating a lollipop, very envious, because she found that her mother seemed to be right, Xiao Qian was better than her.
When I think of this reality, the lollipop in my hand no longer tastes sweet.
Wen Mu in the room quickly adjusted, and there was no problem with the second performance.
In the subsequent recording, Xiao Qian basically dominated the rhythm. He repeatedly guided Wen Mu on issues in his singing, allowing the song to be perfected at a visible speed in everyone's eyes.
This is the advantage of a reborn person. He has studied music systematically, so he knows what the song should sound like.
If he is just born again and has never studied music, he is not qualified to give advice to experts.
Even so, recording the song was also a hard job. It took a full week before the perfect version was released.
This song is a propaganda weapon created by the country and the army, and there is no room for any flaws. So everyone devoted all their energy and enthusiasm, striving for excellence. The result is that the new version of "For Whom" is far better than the previous one.
After the song was completed, several leaders from the military came over. After listening to it on the spot, they immediately agreed and highly praised everyone who participated in the production of the song.
In other words, the follow-up to this song has officially entered the promotion stage.
At this point, it has nothing to do with Xiao Qian.
He was arrested by several military leaders. Don't get me wrong, they were not sliced into pieces. They also consulted him in detail about their ideas on light weapons.
After Feng Zhiyang handed over the design ideas and application ideas for new light weapons he obtained last time, it aroused great repercussions in the military.
Strictly speaking, the thinking of the people's army in this period in terms of construction was seriously behind the international trend.
Just think about the predictions made by so-called military experts about the Gulf War and the US military's attack on Iraq in various news reports in previous lives.
Even these experts are woefully behind, let alone everyone else.
Xiao Qian's unintentional words were equivalent to injecting new ideas for future modern warfare into the Chinese army in advance. Although it was only about light weapons, it was enough to have a far-reaching impact.
Xiao Qian said everything that needed to be said, and shook out everything that needed to be known. No matter how much he said, it would be difficult for him.
He is a semi-military fan, and he actually knows more about military history than military technology. Knowing all this is the result of being exposed to it in his previous life.
There are many errors and omissions in it, but it has great reference significance for the military construction of this era.
Everything came like a dream, and everything passed like lightning.
Xiao Qian's life has returned to the peaceful student days.
Although a seven-year-old child performs very well, adults cannot take him too seriously.
For Xiao Qian, growing up quickly means far more than showing too much talent too early.
He still needs time and opportunity.
Before time and opportunity come, enjoying the carefree childhood painfully is a kind of rebirth.
If Liang Daguang didn't always nag that he was a mathematical genius, his elementary school life would be extremely perfect.
Because of this, Xiao Qian was forced to escape quickly after school.
After Xiao Guoji and Ai Lan moved to the Maritime Academy, Xiao Qian faced a very difficult problem.
The way home became longer, and the adults didn't trust him to go home alone as a child.
Xiao Qian herself didn't have much confidence. After all, she was just a seven-year-old child. When facing bad guys, the advantage of being reborn was of no help.
Xu Mingxia asked Xiao Qian to go with Li Qingjue after school and stay at Li's house first. Then she would pick him up after Xiao Guoji and his wife had finished their work in the evening, and there would be no problem.
Xu Mingxia also has other thoughts, that is, she hopes her daughter can experience Xiao Qian's genius more and grow up well.
Li Qingjue didn't know his mother's good intentions and was very unhappy about having an extra person in the family.
"This cup is mine, don't touch it; this chair is mine, don't sit on it. This bowl is mine, don't use it."
This series of no permissions made Xiao Qian extremely confused. She wanted to challenge Li Qingjue's endurance, but was afraid of her tears, so she had to hold back.
Forget it, if you can’t afford to offend, why can’t you hide?
Xiao Qian threw down her schoolbag and ran outside.
He had long seen that there were many children playing football in the yard, which was a good way to pass the time.
Li Qingjue's parents are not ordinary people, so her family's community is very high-end, and the various infrastructure facilities are not comparable to even the so-called luxury houses of later generations.
Seeing Xiao Qian running out to play without doing her homework, Li Qingjue pouted.
"Humph, I will definitely have no future."
She was a good child and was praised by the teacher every time, so she decided not to learn from the bad boy Xiao Qian. She opened her homework book seriously and worked hard to fight with ten plus eight.
Xiao Qian has turned into a happy elf on the green grass, having a great time.
Children don't have too many thoughts. Everyone they can play with is a friend.
So Xiao Qian successfully became one of them, and with her superb football skills, all the children screamed with envy.
First he swung the cow's tail and knocked one down, and then the fried meatball broke through the attack between the two people. When he saw that the distance was enough, he twisted his waist and swung his legs, rubbed the arch of his foot, and the ball drew a perfect arc and bypassed
The goalkeeper's hand fell into the far corner of the goal.
The whole process was completed in one go.
Xiao Qian wiped his sweat with satisfaction. At this moment, he was not fighting alone.
Pele, Maradona, Baggio, Ronaldo, Zidane, Ronaldinho, Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi are possessed by their souls.
He is the brightest star in football, and he is a well-deserved superstar.
If his opponent wasn't a kid of several years old...
"Young man, I see that you have amazing bones and are a unique football prodigy. The important task of reaching the World Cup depends on you. Come and learn to play football with me."
The tall black shadow blocked the sun, and there was a colorful glow behind it, but it was not as brilliant as this person's eyes.
Xiao Qian had seen this kind of look on Liang Daguang before, and also on Xu Mingxia.
"You are..."
This man turned slightly sideways, allowing the sunlight to shine on his face, revealing his true face.
"I am Xu Shujin, and I am a football coach by profession. Many national football players were coached by me. What do you think, kid, do you want to become a national football coach?"
Xiao Qian is so angry.
"Why are you swearing?"
National football team, what a terrifying name.
Thinking back to the bloody storm caused by this name, all Xiao Qian's passion instantly cooled down.
Xu Shujin was very proactive and kept pestering Xiao Qian, trying hard to draw this talented child he discovered into the great cause of Tiankeng.
After some understanding, Xiao Qian also got to know Xu Shujin.
This person is really a big shot in the Shanghai football world. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the godfather of Shanghai football. Many famous international football players will give a respectful shout when they see him.
teacher.
This man has devoted his whole life to football, and his indomitable spirit is awe-inspiring.
Just Chinese football...
Being entangled with no other choice, Xiao Qian had no choice but to confess.
"Mr. Xu, you are a good person, but we are not suitable."
The words didn't sound right, and Xu Shujin was confused. Before he could come to his senses, Xiao Qian had already sauntered away.
Obviously, Xiao Qian's rejection cannot cut off the relationship.
After Xu Shujin woke up, he also became violent.
"Huh, little guy, you can't escape. As long as you are still in this community, you can't escape my clutches... Bah, bah, bah, palm of my hand."
