Wang Xiaoou carried two cups of latte, and gave the extra cup to Xiao Ke before entering the recording room, otherwise Sui Qingchi must have had an ugly face when he saw the two cups of coffee. Xiao Ke took it and asked curiously: "That buddy just now is a guitar player? Why did he leave so soon?"
Wang Xiaoou didn't know anything, so he could only shake his head. At the right time, Shanyu came out of the bathroom, holding his mobile phone and approaching excitedly: "I rely on you to know who that buddy is?"
"Who is it?" Xiao Ke opened the lid of the coffee cup and asked.
Shanyu showed them the phone, and Wang Xiaoou also leaned over and glanced at it. The song page of Cloud Music was on the phone. The song was a song from Sui Qingchi's fourth album, "Time Back Ten Thousand Years", composed and arranged Fu Cuo's name is written on the back of the song.
Xiao Ke was very surprised, and took the phone over: "No way!"
Wang Xiaoou was also a little surprised, not because it was Fu's fault for composing and arranging the music. When the album was released, Sui Qingchi's accompanying staff almost everyone had one. She knew the name of the composer and arranger, so today she learned that Sui Qingchi asked She was a little excited when the person she was waiting for was Fu Cuo. It's been less than a year since Xiaoke and Shanyu joined Sui Qingchi's team, so it's normal not to know. What surprised her was that the lyrics on Yunmusic actually added the name of the songwriter. If she remembered correctly, she used to listen to Sui Qingchi's songs on Yunmusic, but this album has no information about the lyrics, composition, arrangement, etc. Yes, there are only lyrics, so when did you add them? Huanyi has always been quite irregular in authorizing digital copyrights. I heard that it only gives audio files to the other party, and no other information is available. Cloud Music sometimes adds lyrics by itself, but the lyrics are often wrong and the information is inconsistent, so Sui Qingchi Almost all the lyrics are contributed and corrected by fans, and the contributors at the end of the lyrics are all fan IDs. This time, Wang Xiaoou took a careful look at the last contributor of the lyrics. It was empty, and the ID of the netizen who contributed the lyrics before was gone. There was only an error report button, which meant that it was modified by the copyright party.
Has Huanyi improved? She used her mobile phone to look again, and found that the lyrics in Sui Qingchi's other albums were still the same, and they were all uploaded by the fans themselves.
There is only the fourth album, and the lyrics are all re-added and modified by the copyright owner. Wang Xiaoou is a little dumbfounded, what kind of discrimination is this...
Before walking into the passageway, the door opened from the inside. Sui Qingchi opened the door and saw her froze for a moment. I wonder if I should get out of the way so that he can go out to chase Brother Fu Cuo or something...
Damn, what kind of bloody plot is I thinking!
Sui Qingchi glanced behind her quickly, and asked, "Is the person gone?"
Wang Xiaoou couldn't help slandering in his heart: There are 6 billion people in the world, who are you talking about, sir
"Brother Fu Cuo just left." She asked, "Do you want me to chase after you?"
With a speechless expression on Sui Qingchi's face, she lowered her head and saw the coffee in her hand, took it, and turned silently into the recording room.
Wang Xiaoou took the door to follow and saw Sui Qingchi opened the lid of the coffee cup as she walked, and took a sip. She was about to say be careful when she heard Sui Qingchi's scalding "hiss".
She also noticed the demo disk on the floor, right next to Sui Qingchi's feet, well, it must have been accidentally dropped on the floor! Wanting to ask whether he should pick it up, Sui Qingchi had already stopped, bent down to pick up the demo disc, put it on the mixer, and sat down on the chair himself.
When Sui Qingchi turned to the computer, Wang Xiaoou carefully walked around behind him, and took the pack of cigarettes from the jacket that Sui Qingchi threw on the sofa. As soon as he turned around, he saw Sui Qingchi turning towards her, frightened She was in a cold sweat. Fortunately, Sui Qingchi didn't notice her small movements, so he just stretched out his hand towards her and said, "Give me the cigarette."
She said "Oh", pretending to be looking for cigarettes in his jacket, but she couldn't take it out after searching both pockets, Sui Qingchi looked back at her again, seeing her clumsy appearance, she just slid the chair over and put the jacket on herself I took it.
Wang Xiaoou let go of his hand graciously, and let Sui Qingchi look for the clothes by himself. Naturally, he found nothing. He frowned and raised his head and asked her, "Where's the cigarette?"
Wang Xiaoou pretended to be innocent and shook his head: "I didn't find it..."
She stuttered a bit when she spoke, she had never done anything to deceive Sui Qingchi, she was afraid of being found out, but Sui Qingchi probably took her faltering as nervousness for not finding cigarettes and fearing being angered, so she didn't say anything. He stood up and looked around on the sofa and the ground, but there was no trace of the pack of cigarettes anywhere, so he threw the clothes back and said to her, "Go and buy a pack."
"Oh," Wang Xiaoou took out his phone and said boldly, "Master, I have no money in my WeChat wallet, please transfer me some money."
Sui Qingchi glanced at him boredly, grabbed his mobile phone on the mixer and pressed it, but the screen didn't light up—the battery was out.
Wang Xiaoou was secretly delighted, and while bringing him a power bank, he said, "It's okay, then I'll find a friend to transfer some for me..."
Sui Qingchi said in a deep voice, forget it, pulled back the chair and sat down again, unexpectedly she really didn't have any more obsession with smoking.
Wang Xiaoou watched Sui Qingchi put on the earphones and leaned on the chair, did nothing but stared at the screen, as if listening to a song, her eyes were a little distant, as if in a daze, she silently connected the mobile phone to the power bank behind him, and then Tightening the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, he quietly closed the door and left the workshop. In fact, the pocket of her coat is very deep, and a pack of cigarettes is safe to hide in it, but these are Sui Qingchi's cigarettes, and he has only smoked two Marlboros. It feels like carrying a hot potato, and she bears it wherever she goes. Keeping her pocket covered, Xiao Ke asked her if she was cold, and then she found a reason to go out to buy something to eat, and then left the recording studio. When she got to the street, she looked back, quickly took out the pack of cigarettes and threw it into the trash can.
If Sui Qingchi found out that she had thrown his cigarettes, he couldn't imagine the consequences, Wang Xiaoou thought with lingering fear, what if I said that Brother Fu Cuo threw it
For some reason, she felt that Sui Qingchi would be dumb.
But that would be too selfish.
In any case, she felt that she had done the right thing. The moment she threw Sui Qingchi's cigarettes into the trash can, she felt more fulfilled than donating money to a charity organization. Her ideal celebrity life assistant should not just follow orders, but needs to remind artists all the time, but the assistant who dares to remind Sui Qingchi what to do and what not to do may not be born yet...
From the first day when he worked as Sui Qingchi's life assistant, Sui Qingchi thought she was clumsy, and it seemed that no matter what she did, it didn't go his way. At the beginning, she was also depressed for a long time, feeling that seeing Sui Qingchi was like a mouse seeing a cat, and even prayed that King Sui would fall in love and find a girlfriend to calm him down or something. At that time, I was living on my fingers every day. I always felt that Sui Qingchi would fire her the next day, but she never waited to fire her. Instead, she was given a salary increase. She was very surprised and asked Sister Liu Mei what this meant. Is there a mistake
Liu Mei said: "Your father raised it for you, saying that you are too poorly dressed."
She couldn't believe it: "Is this reason... true?"
"If it goes up, it goes up, you don't care if it's true or not," Liu Mei glanced at Sui Qingchi who was choosing songs with Wu Tian in the small meeting room, "Just treat him as scolding you for paying you too much mental damage .”
Wang Xiaoou: "..."
She knew nothing about Sui Tianwang's complex emotions, and Sui Qingchi, who was concentrating on discussing the new album with the producer at that time, was wearing a black T-shirt with a small round neck and no accessories. It could be said that it was her Among the entertainers I have come into contact with in the entertainment circle, I have the simplest private one, because no matter how I wear it, I look good... She saw Sui Qingchi leaned back in the chair, crossed her hands behind her head, and sat down after a short rest. When he got up, he saw her standing outside in a daze. He just glanced at her and didn't care about her anymore. It was the same cold and fierce big cat looking at its prey, but this time Wang Xiaoou found that she was no longer so afraid of him, and even looked at her. Chu Sui Qingchi was a little tired, the back of the chair was pressed back heavily when he leaned back, because it bore the weight of his whole body when he relaxed.
Being a star is tiring. Although Sui Qingchi doesn't participate in any variety shows, he performs quite frequently. He is on tour every year, and the number of performances is increasing year by year. He only agrees to include music-related programs, such as "The King of Music". , or pure interviews, such as "One Call, All Responses", the magazine meeting is to satisfy the fans, and part of the endorsement will be accepted to satisfy the company, and nothing else will be involved. It is said that it took a lot of struggle to get him not to participate in the messy variety shows. It is said that the company even planned to accept idol dramas for him to push him in the direction of idols. Anyway, Sui Qingchi is the final winner, as for how he won, it doesn't seem to matter anymore.
Yao Ke felt that something was wrong with Fu Cuo.
Ever since he came to the bar, he has been wrong everywhere, and the most wrong thing is... He is obviously resting today!
The woman's intuition made her get up and want to leave. Fu Cuo had already changed her clothes from behind and turned into the bar while bowing her head and buttoning her buttons:
"Yao Ke."
Being called out suddenly, Yao Ke could only sit down again with a guilty conscience.
"Don't let people mess with my things in the future." Fu Cuo looked at her and said.
Yao Ke mentioned it in her heart. Although Fu Cuo is usually indifferent and doesn't care about anything, she can feel that he is really angry at this moment.
What kind of background is Sui Tianwang? It's really not easy to make Fu Cuo angry!
"I'm sorry, I..." She was a little incoherent at the beginning, "Oh, it's my fault. I was scared to death when he came to the bar suddenly that day. He said that you played a band together in my dad's bar, and I thought it was all Here comes my friend..." It's also because I am obsessed with ghosts, and lovers part ways, let alone teammates...
Fu Cuo also knew that Yao Ke couldn't be blamed for this matter. There were not many people who could refuse Sui Qingchi's request. Most women couldn't refuse him because he was a male god (?), and boys might also be unable to refuse Sui Qingchi because of his second grade. (?) And willing to cooperate with him, Yao is Sui Qingchi's passer-by fan, and he is also a face control, he may be captured by Sui Tianwang within a few minutes.
"Not anymore," he said at last.
Yao Ke frowned and nodded with a regretful expression on his face, and finally said with emotion: "He probably won't come again..." He took another sneak peek at Fu Cuo, who turned around to wipe the glass, and didn't even bother to give him a wink. No matter how you look at it, the relationship has collapsed to the extreme...
"It doesn't matter if you come, I changed the password." Fu Cuo said.
... How ruthless, Yao Ke pursed her lips and thought, and she thought of Sui Qingchi's silent and melancholy look in the bar that day. Although she should stand on Fu Cuo's side, such Sui Tianwang really made her share the same hatred Can't get up. She stared at Fu Cuo's back, which was as cold as a different person, and wondered what happened, as for being so cruel to him
The door of the bar was pushed open at the right time, and the two heard the sound and looked. The person who pushed the door was Zhong Dao. After the young man opened the door, he was a little surprised. Looking at him, he said, "Oh, I thought the door was closed..."
There was a "Closed" sign hanging on the door, Fu Cuo thought, even if ordinary people choose to knock on the door, they would not choose to push the door directly to try their luck...
Yao Ke was very happy to see Zhong Dao, and asked him a lot about the competition, but after all, he had signed a non-disclosure agreement. Zhong Dao glanced at Yao Ke and asked, "Can you keep it a secret?"
Yao Ke straightened his back: "Of course!"
Fu Cuo shook his head at Zhong Dao behind her.
Zhong Dao lowered his eyes and shrugged regretfully: "Forget it."
Yao Ke: "..."
Later, another bartender brother also came, and Yao Ke, who failed to get the inside information, went to play foosball with someone.
There was the sound of ping-pong-pong from the direction of the football table, and Fu Cuo knew that Zhong Dao came to the bar to go to the Three Treasure Hall for nothing, so he said, "Just talk about it if you have something to do."
Zhong Dao was also rude: "I'm going to CBS tomorrow to select songs and arrange arrangements. I want to come over and sing a few songs today. Please help me out."
Fu Cuo was a little puzzled: "Didn't you already rehearse?" Didn't you say that you had rehearsed the song to advance the time for Sui Qingchi
Zhong Dao shook his head: "I don't know what's going on. I was supposed to sing "The Great Wave". The arrangement and rehearsal were all done, but the program team told me yesterday that there is something wrong with the copyright of this song and it can't be used." , asked me to re-choose the song, I'm about to record the program, it's really unlucky..."
Fu Cuo hesitated for a moment and asked, "Does Sui Qingchi know?"
"I don't know if he knows, maybe he does." Zhong Dao sighed helplessly, he didn't dare to have any extravagant hopes for Sui Tianwang, the last rehearsal that Sui Qingchi could give him that kind of guidance was enough for him He was flattered.
"Then have you chosen the song?" Fu Cuo asked.
"The selection is done." Zhong Dao took out his mobile phone and swiped a few times. "The program team suggested that I choose the song of the tutor, because I don't have time, and the copyright of the song of the tutor is the fastest to contact. Sui Qingchi's song I I’ve sung it, I haven’t heard much of An Jie’s songs, so I chose two Tangdu songs, one is “Ashamed” and the other is this…”
Fu Cuo leaned over, and Zhong Dao played the beginning for him, in case he hadn't heard it before. This one is a little less popular, but in fact he not only heard it, but also sang it. At the dinner party at the end of the year, he went to sing K with Yao Ke Xiaomanying and the others. At that time, he sang the song "Satellite".
This song was written by Yu Fei. Tang Du's songs are mostly popular, but this one is a slow rock song. Although it is unpopular, it has a unique temperament. It's his style.
"You can sing this song." Fu Cuo blurted out.
Zhong Dao was stunned for a moment: "Do you think this song is good? I thought you would give me your opinion after I sang it."
"'Ashamed' is so bad," Fu Cuo said, "Your timbre... it will be very nice to sing this song."
Zhong Dao looked at him, and when he said this, Fu Cuo paused for a moment. He had doubts in his heart, but he chose not to ask: "Okay, I'll listen to you. Who told you to be the only one who has ever sat in the seat of my relatives and friends?" people."
In fact, there is one more thing that he didn’t tell Fu Cuo. In the private group of contestants, someone once poked him privately and asked him if he had signed a contract with the TV station. He directly answered no, and the other party replied after a long time: Then we may It's time to stop at the top nine.
It wasn't until this WeChat message was sent that he suddenly understood the purpose of CBS signing a contract with them that day.
Although he also felt deceived and unfair, it would not help to say such things. Fu Cuo had helped him too much. If he knew that all his efforts were ultimately defeated by the capital, it would only make him feel hurt. Hit it.
So just treat me as if I am not good enough to stop at the top nine.
This is the joint result of you, me, Uncle AK, and some bloody king that you may not want to mention. This result may not be brilliant, but it is already the most honored thing in my life so far.