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"Oh, I'll go!" Waking up the next morning, Zhang Quan felt that the pain in the egg was gone, but his whole body was extremely sore. He has never felt so tired when sleeping, as if he had exercised all night.
"Is that Zhang Quan? Hello, we are the Good Voice program team. Let me inform you that Jiangcheng will hold the Voice of Central China audition competition at 10 am tomorrow. The venue of the competition is Building A of Jiangcheng Radio and Television Building. Please prepare for the competition. Don't be late!" Zhang Quan rubbed his waist and walked out the door, was about to go to the street to have some breakfast, and then went to Pinming Xiaozhu to work, when he received a call from the program team.
"Okay, okay, I won't be late!" It was the first time in my life to participate in a competition, and it was the first time I received a call from the program group. This made Zhang Quan feel very excited. He nodded repeatedly and said to the program crew on the other end of the phone. After finishing the call, he suddenly wanted to sing a few words.
"Look at the king, sleep in the tent with his clothes..." Zhang Quan unconsciously sang this line.
"I'm going, why am I starting to sing?" Zhang Quan sang a sentence, and was so frightened that he quickly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth. He suddenly remembered that in his dream last night, he seemed to have sung a play all night. Why can I sing for a night? He couldn't understand this question.
"Sister Yan, I'm going to ask for a day off tomorrow!" Confused along the way, after arriving at Pinming Xiaozhu, Zhang Quan found Yan Pinming and asked for a day off.
"The audition is about to start? You don't need to ask for leave. You will go to work tomorrow, so you can go to the competition with peace of mind. If you really make it to the next round, it will be considered a credit for our tea farm!" Yan Pinming is very good at winning over the hearts of employees. In fact, the impact on the tea house is minimal if the employees are not employed. Instead of deducting 100 yuan from others, it is better to give them a day off. In case someone really sings it, as long as the name of Pinming Xiaozhu is mentioned in the competition, the value will far exceed this mere 100 yuan. Yan Pinming never underestimated anyone.
"Thank you, Sister Yan!" Zhang Quan thanked him with endless gratitude after hearing the words. For Yan Pinming, the 100 yuan may not be a big deal. But for him, the 100 yuan was his travel expenses to and from Jiangcheng.
"Well, go back tonight and have a good rest, so that you can take part in the competition tomorrow with enough energy. I wish you can enter the semi-finals, come on!" Yan Pinming encouraged Zhang Quan there!
"Thank you, Sister Yan, I will definitely work hard!" Zhang Quan nodded vigorously.
"Go to work, you can get off work early in the afternoon!" Seeing that Zhang Quan had nothing else to do, Yan Pinming waved to him and said. As a boss, it is necessary to be considerate of employees. But there's no need to be really approachable with the staff. Because the consequence of doing so is that the boss has little prestige in the hearts of employees. You must know that there is an old saying in China that the slave bullies the master. Although it may be wrong to describe employees this way, the truth is the same. Some people, if you are too polite to him, he will be defiant. Even if you are the boss, he is the same as the employee.
"Okay Sister Yan, then I'm going out to do something!" Seeing that Yan Pinming was no longer interested in talking to him, Zhang Quan straightened his mind and said. Competition is one thing, work is another. I just went to the audition, I haven't really become a star yet, I can't lose my job for the time being! After correcting his mentality, Zhang Quan felt at ease.
"Zhang Quan is ready on the 14th, the next one is up to you!" The next day, Zhang Quan woke up early, got on the bus bound for Jiangcheng and set off. By the time he arrived at the Jiangcheng Radio and Television Building, it was already midnight. After rushing to fill out the candidate form and receiving another number plate, he joined the army waiting in line for the audition.
"Oh, okay!" Zhang Quan, who was sweating all over when he heard the people from the program team calling his name, quickly raised his hand and agreed. The audition for this kind of large-scale program is no different than other ones. After shouting twice, no one responds, and people may jump directly to the next one.
"It's your turn, go in, the program will be controlled within one minute!" After a while, the one who went in before came out dejectedly. He looked at Zhang Quan who was waiting by the door, patted him on the shoulder and said. It's not that he deliberately reminded Zhang Quan, it's just that the program team arranged it this way.
"Hello, teachers..." Zhang Quan, who experienced this kind of scene for the first time, was very nervous. Once he entered, he bowed deeply to the three judges sitting in the audience. When he got up, he found that he had forgotten his words. The song "Father" that he was familiar with in the past, but now he can't remember a single word except the title.
"Start, you only have one minute!" The bearded audience said while writing and drawing on the form without raising their heads.
"Look at your majesty, sleep in the tent with your clothes on..." Zhang Quan felt even more nervous when Meridian and Hu Hu said this. When the three judges in the audience looked up at him impatiently, he suddenly sang this excerpt from the Beijing opera "Farewell My Concubine"!
"Stop, stop, what nonsense are you singing!" It was the same bearded man who interrupted Zhang Quan's singing impatiently just after listening to the beginning.
"You sang well, actually! I think you can enter the next round!" The female judge sitting on the left hand side of the beard felt that Zhang Quan's singing was quite charming, and said after giving him an encouraging smile.
"Is this also called singing well?" The bearded beard was not happy when he heard this!
"Good voice, not a good song. The director team can't be selected if there is no rap play? Besides, I think he has a good voice. At least he should be given a chance to enter the next round!" The female judge didn't sell the bearded account , turning his body to the side and said.
"What do you mean? I don't approve of him passing, but she agrees, so it's up to you!" The bearded man turned around and asked the judge on his right. The rule of the audition is that two of the three judges agree, and this contestant can enter the next round. Now is the most critical moment for Zhang Quan.
"The ones who dare to sing Beijing opera in talent shows are almost extinct now, except for those programs specially set up for drama. In my opinion, we can give him a chance, which can be regarded as our contribution to the quintessence of the country!" The judge pondered After a while, he finally raised his head and said.
"You're lucky, take your passport and go outside to register!" The bearded beard was a villain in vain, and he threw a new number plate to Zhang Quan with a particularly unhappy feeling!
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