"Go ahead." Meng Fu raised his hand towards him.
Chairman Yan had given Meng Fu the process before, and Meng Fu knew that he would just follow Teacher Albert to grade other students later and give Albert a reference.
But Meng Fu also had her own considerations, and she could just follow Albert later.
The cell phone in my pocket rang.
Meng Fu took it out and saw that it was Tang Ze.
As she went to find the bathroom, she put on her earphones and answered: "Hello, Teacher Tang?"
On the other end of the phone was Tang Ze, who had not contacted Meng Fu for a long time.
"My manager just told me that you want me to go back to T City?" Tang Ze's voice is gentler now than before, and he can't hear the hoarseness.
"Well, I want to ask you to help me sing a theme song," Meng Fu said casually as he walked out.
Director Xu’s audition location is not very far from T City.
"Theme song?" Tang Ze nodded, naturally not refusing, "Just right, I wanted to treat you to dinner."
"Besides, I will send you the specific address later, tomorrow." Meng Fu said a few words to Tang Ze and hung up the phone.
On the other end of the phone, Tang Ze was in a lounge. After hanging up the phone, before he could say anything to his agent, someone opened the door and came in.
A middle-aged man came in. He looked at Tang Ze and handed a manuscript to Tang Ze very apologetically, "Sorry, our director Chen said that your song is not suitable for our TV series."
After hearing the middle-aged man's words, Tang Ze's manager raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged man.
The TV series the middle-aged man was talking about was the recent big IP "The Legend of the Deep Palace". Because the theme song had not yet been decided, Tang Ze's agent found this line.
Not to mention other things, in the entire entertainment industry, Tang Ze's manager thinks that Tang Ze's creative ability ranks second, but no one in the same era dares to rank first.
Karasawa wrote this song after reading the general plot of the novel "The Legend of the Deep Palace".
They said it was not suitable for TV dramas, but in fact Karasawa's manager knew what was going on.
In the past two months, Tang Ze had been following the instructions written by Meng Fu in the box, not to go out for any activities, and to focus on raising his voice. There were no announcements and no enthusiasm.
After two months, his manager was surprised that Tang Ze's voice had improved a lot, so he sent him a notice.
However, Tangze's manager is not surprised by this kind of thing in the industry.
"We'll work together again if we have a chance." Tang Ze was not unhappy. He stood up and shook hands with the middle-aged man, still gentle and polite.
Tang Ze even felt happy when he thought that he could treat Meng Fu to dinner tomorrow and help Meng Fu sing a theme song.
In the past two months, his voice has almost returned to its peak, and he has also signed with Shengshi. Manager Sheng takes great care of him and helps him arrange a top-quality recording studio.
And Tang Ze had done nothing in the past two months, so he naturally felt guilty.
Now that Meng Fu asked him for help, Tang Ze couldn't wait to help sing the theme song right now.
As for the theme song of "The Legend of the Deep Palace", although it is a popular drama, it is not important compared to the help Meng Fu said.
He left with his manager. Behind him, the middle-aged man looked at Tang Ze's back and sighed slightly.
Then he went back to the next door and looked at Director Chen who was monitoring the progress of the TV series. "Director Chen, that song is much better than the one that Teacher Xi sent last night. Why don't you use Tang Ze's song?"
"Although Tang Ze's is better," Director Chen raised his head, glanced at the middle-aged man, and shook his head, "but we are an IP drama, and we want more than just good quality. You said Xi Nancheng and Tang Ze, the two hot searches, which one Will it explode?"
After listening to Director Chen's words, the middle-aged man still frowned.
"What about the word Director Xu?" Director Chen added another sentence unhurriedly.
The middle-aged man then raised his head and was shocked: "Director Xu?"
"That's right, according to Xi Nancheng's manager, he should be able to sing the theme song of Director Xu's movie," Director Chen smiled, "We can take advantage of this opportunity to catch up on Director Xu's hot searches."
"No wonder." After hearing what Director Chen said, the middle-aged man's brows relaxed.
I finally understand why Director Chen chose Xi Nancheng.
**
At the same time, the Youth Competition Exhibition Hall of the Beijing Painting Association.
When Jiang Xinran arrived, almost everyone was already here. There were two staff at the door. After identifying Jiang Xinran's identity, they handed her a medal, "This is the student medal of the Beijing Painting Association."
Jiang Xinran took it and looked at it carefully. There were black characters on a red background with a "D" written on it.
She still remembers the look Yu Yong cast on her when she got her D-class student card a few days ago, as well as the attitudes of the Tong family and the Luo family towards her.
The students of the Beijing Painting Association prove that countless people pursue their goals throughout their lives.
Jiang Xinran's goals are simple. First, not to be rejected by the Beijing Painting Association, and second, to work hard to expand her network and find a teacher here.
The A-level teacher of the Beijing Painting Association is incomparable even to the Lord of T City.
Jiang Xinran pinned the medal to her chest, then straightened her chest and walked directly in with her painting.
In the exhibition hall, there were already staff waiting. He counted the number of people and found that all the students had arrived before he spoke: "I believe everyone knows that there will be an A-level teacher and S-level students coming later. Now, please put your paintings on the booth. If any of your paintings are liked by teachers or S-level students, then you will have the opportunity to be recommended to C-level teachers or B-level teachers.”
"Now everyone is looking for a booth."
After he finished speaking, the nine new students present discussed with each other with red faces.
Jiang Xinran had long been optimistic about the third booth on the left. It would not be too prominent and would not be forgotten. She put her paintings on it.
Of the nine new members who came this time, there were only two girls, one was Jiang Xinran and the other was Ding Xuan, who was next door to Jiang Xinran.
During the chat between the two, Jiang Xinran also learned that she was the third person this time and a native of the capital.
"Want to go to the bathroom?" Ding Xuan invited Jiang Xinran.
Jiang Xinran naturally would not refuse.
While the two were washing their hands in the sink, Ding Xuan said to Jiang Xinran, "I heard that the teacher here this time is Mr. Albert." Ding
There was excitement in his tone that couldn't be concealed.
Jiang Xinran only knew the situation of the T City Painting Association and didn't know much about the capital city.
She didn't know who Albert was.
In the past two days, the only person she had seen was a B-level teacher, the kind she only glanced at from a distance.
Hearing this, she took out two pieces of paper to wipe her hands and asked calmly: "Teacher Albert?"
"The entire Painting Association is second only to the teachers of the three leaders. He has a special booth in the Federation. Our entry into the Beijing Painting Association is, to a certain extent, just a starting point." Ding Xuan lowered her voice, "It is possible to succeed the three leaders. As a leader, those who want to be his disciples from the Painting Association can line up at the gate, but he has a bad temper... "
Both of them were wearing D-class tags on their chests. As soon as they turned a corner, they saw the thin figure wearing headphones in front of them.
Seeing the other party, Jiang Xinran paused. She closed her eyes and looked over again, somewhat in disbelief: "Why are you here?"
This is the inside of the Painting Association.
The other party was none other than Meng Fu.
Meng Fu was still on the phone, glanced at Jiang Xinran, didn't reply, and continued talking on the phone.
Beside Jiang Xinran, Ding Xuan followed her outside. She looked away and asked Jiang Xinran curiously: "Who is this? She looks familiar to me, but there is no brand on her chest. She must not be a new student, right?"
"Of course not," Jiang Xinran shook her head, feeling a little irritated in her heart, but her voice was still gentle, "She has never studied painting since she was a child. My teacher refused to accept her. She dropped out of school at the age of 16 to become a star. How could she be a member of the Painting Association? Members may be here to record the show.”
Mr. Jiang had watched TV at the Jiang family before, and Jiang Xinran knew that Meng Fu had recorded at the T City Painting Association.
"Oh, let's go in quickly. Teacher Albert must be here." The two of them walked directly to the exhibition hall.
The exhibition hall was different from before. Several other members gathered together, their faces flushed, and they looked at a middle-aged foreign man with great excitement.
Ding Xuan was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Jiang Xinran's arm: "Teacher Albert, did you see that? That's Teacher Albert!"
Even without Ding Xuan's reminder, Jiang Xinran knew that the teacher who came today was an A-level teacher, let alone Ding Xuan's reminder. She knew that this A-level teacher was the most powerful of all teachers.
She took a deep breath and followed Ding Xuan to greet Teacher Albert.
"Teacher Albert!" After the others had finished greeting, Ding Xuan and Jiang Xinran, who were waiting in line, stepped forward, three steps away from Albert, "This is our painting."
Jiang Xinran squeezed the sweat from her palms.
"Yeah." Albert glanced at her, his eyes staying on her and her paintings for no more than a second.
His voice was light and his expression was majestic.
Jiang Xinran relaxed her hands, her expression hard to describe. She had always been the pride of heaven, and she had never been so ignored.
Before he thought much about it, Albert suddenly raised his head and looked at the door.
His indifferent expression softened visibly, and he walked directly towards the door, seemingly smiling: "You're finally here, come here quickly."
The students here respect and fear Albert.
Hearing Albert's gentle words, they subconsciously raised their heads and looked toward the door.
At the door, Meng Fu put a medal on himself and nodded to Albert. His voice was unhurried and polite: "Teacher Albert."