"There is a wrong sing between you."

"Ah? No..."

...

Xu Chenyi was stunned, lowered his head and eyebrows, and tried hard to recall the lyrics he had just sang on the stage.

"I'm kidding with you, and I sang very well." He didn't sing wrongly, it was Django who teased him.

"Mr. Jiang, don't take such a play!" Xu Chenyi was shocked. These twenty-four lyrics were a little harder than ordinary lyrics, but he spent a few days memorizing them very well. If he sang the traditional children's enlightenment book in our country incorrectly, it would be embarrassing.

"Chen Yi, thank you for your hard work." At this time, Zhou Lingwei came to the backstage with a faint smile on her face.

"Sister Zhou, what's the hard work for me? The hard work is Mr. Jiang. He has to write songs, record songs, and have to follow the group." Xu Chenyi did not forget to flatter him.

"Thank you." Zhou Lingwei not only said softly, but also showed infinite gentleness in her eyes.

Seeing that something was wrong, Xu Chenyi immediately ran away.

Django stared at Zhou Lingwei's eyes that looked like autumn water, and was slightly stunned. Then he pursed his lips quietly, with a warm smile on his face, and said, "It's good if you are satisfied."

Zhou Lingwei was still going to stare at the scene. The next singer came on stage and said immediately: "I, I'm here. If you are not busy, wait until I get off work and invite you to have a midnight snack."

Django returned to the hotel and had nothing to do, so he said, "Can I go to the scene to see it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Lingwei nodded and said, "Yes, I'll find you a job card."

So, Django hung a sign of an artist assistant around his neck and entered the studio.

The three judges, the program team called the "Appreciation Group", mainly to appreciate songs and poems.

Among them, one of the people who were responsible for appraising music was Fang Cong, the master of national music; the other one was responsible for appraising lyrics, Qu Rong, a professor in the Department of Literature; and the other one was responsible for appraising music was guest singer Chen Weihua.

When Django saw Fang Cong also, he thought of the cooperation he mentioned at Zhou Lingwei's house last time.

Fang Cong is proficient in instruments such as guzheng, pipa, and hole flute, while he only knows basic guitar and piano.

So, how can we cooperate with Fang Cong? Make a national style song? Or a national style music?

Django was thinking, and the singers on the stage began to sing.

His attention shifted.

The singer sang "Remembering Jiao Nu's Red Cliff Nostalgia" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. After listening for a while, he shook his head. The lyrics are naturally good, but the song is a little meaningless.

No wonder Zhou Lingwei asked her for help, and the creative level of the singer she was looking for was slightly weaker.

Django recalled the "Classic Songs" on Earth, and there were many big names.

Because I have to rely on CCTV, I don’t have to worry about not being able to hire people, so many people are trying to get on.

Although Oriental Satellite TV is also a first-tier satellite TV station, it is a local TV station after all, and its influence is one level lower.

Django looked at it for a while and felt bored. He found a corner and turned on the system.

【Superstar Development System】

【Host: Django】

【Superstar Value:】

[Skills: Elite-level·Music theory knowledge, Elite-level·Director knowledge]

[Binding Star: Lin Yu...more>>]

The movie "Initial D" and the songs "Drift", "All the Way North", and "It's Dawn" brought [Super Star Value] and made a lot of benefits.

The remaining seven songs to participate in the show are only one more expensive, while the other few are the lowest price of 1,000 [Superstar Value].

After redeeming the song, Django exited the system and then took his mobile phone to look at the follow-up shooting plan on the notepad.

At present, Huang Tao and Zhu Ping don’t have to go with the team. When they are free, they can put the movie “Detective Chinatown” on the agenda.

As the first movie of Bai Ye Universe, you must be well filmed, and the key to filming is not the script, not the director, but the starring.

To put it simply, it’s the role of Tang Ren. Where can I find a Wang Baoqiang to play?

"It's hard to deal with!"

“What’s hard to deal with?”

Django looked up and saw Zhou Lingwei with her hands behind her back, looking at herself with a smile, and replied: "A crucial character in the new movie has encountered difficulties in choosing actors."

Zhou Lingwei's eyes flashed and said, "What kind of problem is it?"

Django replied: "A more special actor has a cute appearance in the film, honest and honest, stupid, thick-skinned, a little bit lewd and lustful."

Zhou Lingwei constructed this character image in her head, which was a bit "special". She moved her heart and said, "When I go home tonight, I will ask my dad. He has seen many actors, maybe there are some suitable ones."

"How embarrassed is this."

"You are helping me a lot, I am helping you a little."

"Thanks."

"Say thanks to me."

"Then, you're welcome."

"whee."

...

Zhou Lingwei chatted with Django for a few words, and saw another singer coming on stage, and said immediately: "I'm over."

Django smiled and said, "Well, go to yours."

Zhou Lingwei gave him a blank look and snorted: "Go to you."

Django looked at her back and suddenly remembered the book "Five Languages ​​of Love" I read a few days ago.

Everyone has an emotional love box. Only when this love box is filled can interpersonal relationships develop. Different people's love box needs to be filled in different languages. The language of love can be roughly summarized into affirmative words, careful moments, acceptance of gifts, service actions, and physical contact.

From Zhou Lingwei's words...

No way?

Django then fell into deep thought.

"Mr. Jiang, the program team said that my performance is fine. Should we go back or?" Xu Chenyi and his agent looked around in the backstage but didn't see him. They turned out to be hiding in this Kakajiaojiao.

Django's thoughts were interrupted, and he asked Xu Chenyi Gang what he said, and then said, "In this way, you and Xie Dong go back first, I have something to do."

Xu Chenyi smiled and plucked up his courage and asked, "Dr. Jiang, are you and Sister Zhou..."

When Django heard this, he changed his face and said in a deep voice: "Let's find out less about society."

Xu Chenyi grinned and said, "I understand, I understand, Mr. Jiang, then I'll leave."

Django didn't raise his head, but just raised his hand and shook it, meaning: leave quickly.

He didn't like to record shows with artists before because if he was not a participant, he would wait for a few hours off the stage and could not do anything, which was very boring.

But.

This time I felt that time passed so fast, and it was ten o'clock in the evening in a flash.

"Xiao Jiang, this song "Three Character Classic" is well written, simple but fashionable, and has a lot of fun. It can become a bridge between teenagers and traditional poetry." Fang Cong did not hide his love at all, and he praised him when he came up.

"Uncle Fang has been awarded too much." Django said modestly.

"I heard from Ling Wei that you have prepared eight songs?" Fang Cong asked.
Chapter completed!