My Artist Is Reborn

Chapter 8

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Bai Weijia feels that she has been unlucky recently, and the recording of the new album is not going well, and Cassie has recently signed a few newcomers, which has taken away most of her energy, and she is no longer holding and coaxing Bai Weijia as she did at the beginning.

Bai Weijia endured it for a few days, and finally couldn't help but get angry at Cassie: "What choreography did you find! How perfunctory?!"

Cassie's face was also ugly: "What nonsense are you talking about! Mike is a senior choreographer, do you know how much effort it took me to hire him!"

Bai Weijia frowned. He had heard of Mike's reputation, and he had high expectations. He didn't expect to be disappointed when he met people. Mike's choreography seemed fancy, but it was better than the two little-known choreographers Shen Huai invited him. Not as good as a dance teacher.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cassie's face softened: "Okay, don't be petty. I'll go record a song this afternoon. I've already made an appointment for the recording studio for you."

Speaking of the recording studio, Bai Weijia was in a worse mood and complained: "I used Xingyi's studio to record singles before, but now I squeeze into the company's ordinary recording studio with those small artists, and the recording you are looking for. Master, I can't even do simple sound repairs, let alone other things, saying that he can't say two words..."

Cassie's eyelids jumped when she heard it, but she couldn't bear it no matter how good-tempered she was, and mocked: "Xingyi's professional recording studio is used by the first-line kings and queens. If you use it once, you can have fun, and repair it. Sound? You have been fooled by the so-called million-dollar tuners on the Internet. If you have that skill, you might as well practice and sing! What are you singing?! Even if you don’t have the heart of your previous singles, you have to pass it!”

Bai Weijia couldn't help it: "I don't care, I've always been like this..."

Cassie was too lazy to talk to him, she glanced at her watch and said impatiently, "I'll have someone come to pick you up later, and don't go to trouble with Shen Huai in the future, what is your identity, what is Ye Cang's identity, and what is your identity? What does he have to care about?"

Cassie left in a hurry after speaking, Bai Weijia opened his mouth, only the shaking door panel responded to him.

He was so angry that he kicked on the sofa, only to hit his big toe, almost screaming in pain, and finally sat on the sofa angrily, ready to watch the fans' rainbow farts to soothe his mood. Who knew that as soon as he opened Weibo, he found that Ye Cang is hanging high on the top of the hot search.

Bai Weijia jumped like thunder and smashed the phone directly on the wall.

Shen Huai came home very late, and found that the room was dark, except for a little light in the direction of the kitchen. He walked over in a bit puzzled, and saw Ye Cang squatting in front of the refrigerator, holding a few pieces of bread with a pale face, and a bottle of milk in his mouth.

Shen Huai: "...what are you doing?"

Ye Cang was startled and almost choked on a mouthful of milk.

Shen Huai walked over quickly, took the snacks from his hand, and asked, "You haven't eaten?" He looked at the dining table, and sure enough, there were two untouched meals on it.

Shen Huai was a little speechless: "Auntie told you to eat and didn't respond, can't you be busy after eating?"

Ye Cang coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed: "I never heard the outside world when I was working, and it was already at this point when I realized it."

Shen Huai couldn't help him. He took off his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and said, "You eat some pads first, and I'll go get you a bowl of noodles."

Ye Cang was shocked: "You still cook?!"

Shen Huai boiled the water neatly and said, "It's just noodles and some simple home-cooked dishes. It's not as powerful as you think."

Probably because of the lack of sunlight all the year round, Shen Huai's arms are very white, and with his movements, smooth muscle lines are faintly revealed, and the warm light falls on it, as if adding a layer of soft light, softening his too cold temperament.

Ye Cang couldn't help joking: "Manager, you look like a sage..."

Shen Huai glanced over coldly, Ye Cang felt the murderous aura inside, and wisely swallowed the rest of the words.

Shen Huai knocked an egg with one hand, and the transparent egg white fell into the oil and quickly turned white. The edge sizzled, and the air suddenly exuded a fragrance.

Ye Cang swallowed, pressing his cooing stomach, desperately trying to find a topic to divert his attention.

"You look very skilled. Did you learn it from your aunt?"

Shen Huai seemed to pause for a moment before saying, "No, I learned it after my parents passed away."

Ye Cang was stunned: "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing, many years have passed." Shen Huai said lightly, and brought the cooked noodles to Ye Cang, "Eat it."

The steaming noodles exudes a tempting aroma. The fried eggs are golden on both sides. There are two boiled cabbages lying next to them, and sporadic chopped green onions are dotted on them.

However, seeing this bowl of noodles, Ye Cang somehow thought of the young Shen Huai pursing his lips and cooking silently.

He was rarely serious and comforted in a low voice: "Don't be sad, no matter how hard or hard it is, it will only get better and better in the future."

Shen Huai was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Ye Cang was thinking about, he was about to explain, but saw Ye Cang's serious eyes, those words circled around his mouth and finally did not say it, he smiled and nodded: "it is good."

Ye Cang breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person returned to his usual appearance: "That's right, when my brother becomes popular, I will cover you."

Shen Huai: "..."

After eating the noodles, Ye Cang seemed to be alive. He took Shen Huai upstairs to see his new composition. He had sung this song many times and was very familiar with it. Fewer adapted ideas.

Hearing Ye Cang play it, Shen Huai was a little stunned. He didn't expect Ye Cang's speed to be so fast, but he completed the arrangement of the entire song in just one day. Ye Cang put down his guitar and explained his arrangement ideas to him.

Shen Huai frowned and said, "Your arrangement is not easy, right? The company's recording studio may not be suitable. I will find another studio for you."

Ye Cang waved his hand quickly: "No, no, there will be a band at the scene, so I'll just record a simple demo."

Shen Huai: "But..."

"It will cost you extra money to find a studio!" Ye Cang understood, "It's not easy for you, don't spend this kind of unjust money, I'm still participating in the competition, and I don't have any income, you can't get the commission, the money is still Save some money."

Shen Huai, a big man with a net worth of tens of billions, was silent for a moment, and then obediently said "um".

Ye Cang reassured him: "I heard that the champion can get one million, don't worry, I won't lose, we will have money soon."

Shen Huai didn't doubt this. Seeing that he agreed, Ye Cang leaned over excitedly, hooked his shoulder and patted him hard, very confident.

"I said to cover you, just wait and drink spicy food with me in the future!"

Shen Huai silently endured the arms on his shoulders, feeling that Ye Cang was fine everywhere, just like the habit of hooking his shoulders and backs, he had to change.

Although Ye Cang attracted a lot of fans in this game, the dark history of the past could not be erased. Rather than believing that his singing skills have improved by leaps and bounds, more people think that he is just a blind cat hitting a dead mouse and picking the right song. However, such good luck is difficult to replicate. At this time, his speech in the group was very Some are hacked.

This world has never been fair. Those with strength are arrogant and called self-confidence, while those without strength will only be ridiculed for being self-sufficient.

After the game, Zheng Zhao posted a connotation Weibo. Although it was deleted soon, the content of the Weibo caused speculation among netizens. They all believed that the person mentioned in Zheng Zhao's Weibo was Ye Cang.

All of a sudden, the rumors of Ye Cang's feud with other players were rampant, and Ye Canghei, who had disappeared from the scene, came out one after another to act as a demon.

[However, after playing well once, it will shake, low pen]

[So arrogant, sit and wait for the slap in the face next week]

[Next week is the stage for cooperation, sympathize with his teammates]

[Textbook-level slaps in the face, next week's live broadcast will definitely look good 2333, squatting]

[Squatting +1]

There was a lot of commotion, but Ye Cang himself and his company had been quiet as chickens, and only some fans defended him in vain.

Shen Huai coldly watched the lively news on Weibo. For him, it was just a small fight, and it was not difficult to suppress it. It's just that he knows how many of them are the navy of other companies. If he suppresses this time, there will be another time, and he never likes to spend more time on this kind of thing.

Since it is to be resolved, this slap has to be slapped harder, even if it can't be done once and for all, at least let these people remember the pain.

So, just when the sunspots got carried away and thought they had won a big victory, the situation suddenly turned.

A Weibo was topped the trending search.

@fanjing: The children sing very well.

Who is Fan Jing? He is a hall-level singer. He has stood in the music world for more than 30 years, and his nationality is extremely high. Although he has gradually turned to music teaching in recent years and rarely appears in the media, his status is still there. In addition, he is still the original singer of "The Old Song". When this sentence was spoken, Weibo immediately exploded. .

The navy was in awe. A great god like Fan Jing could not be hired by money. The navy used money to do things, but they didn't want to offend any big man because of it. Originally thought it was just a kid with no background and no foundation, but involving a great god like Fan Jing, the meaning is different.

The sailors died immediately.

Several entertainment companies that hired Shui Jun were also in a lot of trouble. Before Ye Cang committed suicide, there was a lot of uproar, and no one was looking after him. They took it for granted that he was a little transparent who could bully him at will. Too cautious, and now I am afraid that the handle is in the hands of others. This is clearly the other party hitting them with Fan Jing's hand. If they don't know what's good or bad, the other party's methods will not be so gentle.

Without these professional sunspots, online speech will no longer be one-sided. After all, ordinary people's thoughts are very simple. In terms of majors, who can compare to Fan Jing? The great gods are sure of Ye Cang. Could it be that these keyboard warriors on the Internet are more powerful than Fan Jing

Now that Fan Jing has stamped his seal, there is no doubt about Ye Cang's strength. Before, many people doubted whether he could sing "Summer Bug" well, and now they have some expectations.

Bai Weijia looked at Weibo uncertainly, holding the new phone tightly with her fingers.

Before he saw Ye Cang scolded on the Internet, Fan Jing posted a blog a few hours before he was happy. His breath was stuck in the middle of his throat, and he was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

At this moment, his assistant stuck his head out and said, "Wei Jia, call from the recording studio to record a demo for Ye Cang in the afternoon, and move our time to tomorrow."

"Snapped!"

The phone hit the wall and was scrapped again.

Bai Weijia gritted his teeth: "Ye Cang!!!"