The core planning team of "Super New Voice" has only three people, and the leader is a "director" in his thirties. It's just that in the Internet industry, there are really directors walking everywhere, managers are like dogs, and there is even an unspoken unspoken rule—all employees in charge of outreach, the title printed on their business cards must be one level higher than the company's internal title.
This has led to the small commissioners of many Internet companies to have the manager's title printed on the business cards they exchange.
However, this director surnamed Wang is indeed capable. He led the two assistants below him to work on the "Super New Generation" program from the creation, project establishment, and execution. Before being recruited to this video site, he worked in TV for several years, handled several big projects, and jumped out with full of ambition. I hope that after changing the host, it will be a hit and the ratings will rise steadily.
Helplessly, there are many factions in the video site, and the programs he wants to do have been preempted by others. He picks and chooses, and there is only one talent show that can be used for speculation.
It's a pity that after more than ten years of operation of the talent show, the attention has been declining year by year. The company's internal rating of "Super New Voice" was only B at the beginning, and it couldn't even hire a decent mentor.
Under such circumstances, the strong capital injection of the funder's father, Enrui Group, seems to be commendable. Moreover, the sponsor's father not only generously named the title, but also rented the best studio through his own relationship, and invited a professional marketing and packaging team. Director Wang now burns three sticks of incense for the sponsor's father before going to work every day.
What makes Director Wang most happy is that this program seems to be turning around. Several good seedlings have emerged in the national competition, and now there is a young master who plans to inject another five million!
Five million for a chance to enter the top five is really worth it. Anyway, the top four program teams have already made up their minds, and it doesn't matter if the fifth place goes to the young master.
Director Wang looked at the well-behaved Qiu Qiu sitting opposite him, and the smile on his face became more sincere.
The contestant Qiu Qiu is young, good-looking, clean-minded, and has the attributes of a schoolmaster. No one even writes romantic dramas like this kind of silly, white and sweet hostess now, but Qiu Qiu has a strange magic power, and everyone who knows him will be moved by him involuntarily.
It's good for such a person to skyrocket all the way in the competition, but it's more interesting if there are some small twists and turns.
Thinking of this, Director Wang smiled and said, "Qiu Qiu, do you have any thoughts on the upcoming competition?"
Don't look at Qiu Qiu who is usually stupid and dumb, but facing Director Wang's malicious smile, the little animals in Qiu Qiu's body instinctively "ding" woke up.
Holding the juice glass in his hand, he chose his words carefully: "...it's nothing, I just want to sing well."
This is the oath he made in a competition - he just wants to sing well, he doesn't want to and won't care about anything else.
But he didn't want to flop around in the dyeing vat, but others wanted to push him into the dyeing vat.
"Qiu Qiu, look, you are the champion of the North China Division, and you won the first place in the first match. This time you will compete with the twelfth place. If there is no accident, you can go one step further and advance directly to the quarterfinals—this way It looks like you're going really well this way."
"That's because I sing well."
"... Yes, you sing well. But there is a saying that goes well: How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. There are always twists and turns on the road of life, and the fruit of victory is more delicious in the end."
"..." Qiu Qiu wondered if Director Wang had a brain problem. Who would walk smoothly on the road expecting to fall a big somersault
Qiu Qiu heard that there was something in Director Wang's words. He lowered his eyes, stared at the water glass in his hand, pursed his mouth and said nothing, and looked quite serious.
He didn't say a word, and Director Wang couldn't find a suitable opportunity to speak. The atmosphere in the room was stiff for a while, which was completely embarrassing.
The director couldn't stand it, he didn't support the program group's messing around like this. It's just that the power of the director of variety shows is not that great, and he is a "co-director" hired by the website, so there is no room for him to comment.
He couldn't understand Director Wang's circling around. He threw down the cigarette butt in his hand, leaned back on the sofa carelessly, gave Director Wang a sarcasm look, and said, "Anyway, what they mean is, You don’t have to perform so well in the first game, make a small mistake first, and wait until the second round to exert your strength.”
The words are so straightforward, Qiu Qiu still doesn't understand.
He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the four people opposite him. At this moment, the smile that often hung on the corner of his mouth completely disappeared.
His face is calm, showing neither anger nor sadness, he is like a beautiful doll without emotion, but when God created him, he filled his eyes with a pool of clear spring water . The silhouettes of several people fell in those black and white pupils, which actually made them feel vaguely ashamed.
Qiu Qiu asked calmly: "...you want me to lip-sync?"
Director Wang hurriedly said: "Kong Yiji has said: 'How can a scholar's work be called stealing'! You were not asked to lip-sync, and you sang by yourself. You only need to play a little bit wrong in the first competition. .”
"Isn't that still lip-syncing?"
Director Wang saw that the child was extremely stubborn, so he quickly said: "In the first round, you give way to the other party, and in the second round, you don't have to worry about six or two! We have cooperated for so long, and I can pat my chest to keep you safe!"
After saying these words, the air in the lounge became silent again.
No matter how many secret operations the program group has had before, now, and in the future, they are all in private, and have never been put on the stage naked like today, showing it to others. All young contestants with music dreams, in their hearts, can't compare to pure ratings.
Qiu Qiu looked at Director Wang, who was not ashamed but proud, but suddenly calmed down.
He has seen such dirty things before.
—Academic fraud.
Qiu Qiu grew up in a scholarly family, and his family behaved uprightly, but he couldn't guarantee that the whole environment was as clean as his family's style. Since he was a child, he has more or less heard the discussions of his relatives, who bought an award, who and who are the first author, who stole other people's research results, who forged data just to make the results beautiful...
The human heart is always greedy, as long as there are desires, there will be no shortage of such methods of giving and receiving privately and turning a deer into a horse.
Yes, Qiu Qiu is a small white flower, but even in a clean garden, he still grows from the soil. He is not so ignorant of the world, and he will not give in before his due interests.
Teacher Qiu once said: "I have read poetry and books all my life, not to be a saint, but to let those villains show their true colors in front of me."
Qiu Qiu decided to change this sentence - the reason why he likes singing so much is not to become a big star, but to make people who sing badly get off the stage he loves! ╭(╯^╰)╮
…
When Qiu Qiu returned to the male contestants' locker room, Hua Xiang was the only one left in the room who was still fiddling with his hair in front of the mirror. The other contestants had already gone to the front desk to prepare for the rehearsal.
After Qiu Qiu left, Hua Xiang felt that the braids on his head were not good enough, so he wanted to remove them and recomb them, but he was clumsy. It took him a minute to remove the braids and half an hour to weave them.
Seeing Qiu Qiu open the door and enter the room with a calm face, Hua Xiang greeted him from the mirror: "Qiu Qiu, what does the director want from you?"
Qiu Qiu turned around and locked the door, walked to the seat beside Hua Xiang and sat down. In that room just now, he did not dare to touch the orange juice that Director Wang poured for him. Now that he returned to the lounge, he picked up an unopened bottle of mineral water and unscrewed it to quench his thirst.
"It's okay," he said, "the planner let me lip-sync for the first time."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Hua Xiang didn't even bother to comb his braids, and turned his head from the mirror to look at him in a daze, "Are you kidding? No, no... Are they kidding? Are you out of your mind? Are you First on stage, let you lip-sync??"
Qiu Qiu analyzed seriously: "I also think they got into your head. I guess the twelfth place should be sponsored by money, so the planning team wanted to ensure that he was promoted. He also promised that the second round will definitely let you go. I was successfully shortlisted, saying that this program is more impactful and the audience loves to watch it more."
"My silly autumn thief, why are you so calm!" Hua Xiang threw down the comb, wishing he could rush to fight with the planners now, "Who do you want to be richer?! Damn, I will compare with him! The twelfth is What a coward, if I don’t spend money on him, I’ll call him Grandpa, and I’ll take his surname!”
His friend is so righteous, Qiu Qiu feels like drinking a cup of lemon black tea in the dog days, refreshing and comfortable.
Hua Xiang yelled anxiously again: "Qiu Thief, you won't agree?"
"Of course I agree."
"..." Hua Xiang suddenly realized, "I understand, I understand. You say you agree, but you are actually very honest. You plan to sing according to your plan when you go on stage, right?"
Qiu Qiu shook his head: "Even if I perform supernormally, the judges will still give me low points, it's useless."
"Then, what should I do, or I should ask my mother for sponsorship..."
"Don't worry~" Qiu Qiu smiled brightly, and the little milk cat turned into a little milk fox in an instant.
He took out his mobile phone and pressed the dial button, and a long ring music came from the receiver. While waiting for the connection, Qiu Qiu asked Hua Xiang, who had lost his mind, "Have I told you, what's my godfather's name?"
"Uh...it doesn't seem to be." Hua Xiang was dumbfounded by the question. He had met Qiu Qiu's godfather several times, but he had only spoken three sentences. He could only tell that Qiu Qiu's godfather was rich, very rich, Super rich, even richer than his family, but he really doesn't know who is at the helm of a wealthy and wealthy family as Qiu Qiu's godfather.
Qiu Qiule's heart became even happier, and the dimple was full of little tricks: "Then let me tell you now—my godfather's name is Fu Ruien."
Fuck! ! !
Hua Xiang was so frightened that he slipped out of the chair and slipped to the floor. Fu Ruien, Fu Ruien, isn't he the founder of Enrui Group, and he is also the father of the gold master who is talked about by all the staff of this program group!
It turns out that the autumn thief is the most deeply hidden golden egg in the program group, but he has never shaken off this identity before. What is this called, "Kangxi Weifu Private Interview"
Hua Xiang never thought the funeral was too big, and when he thought that the program crew was going to hit the iron plate, he felt very happy in his heart!
At this moment, the phone in Qiu Qiu's hand was finally connected, and a deep and magnetic male voice came out from the receiver. That voice was unmatched by others:
"Hello, Qiuqiu?"
…
Two o'clock in the afternoon is the time when sleepiness rises and people feel exhausted.
In the contestant waiting room of "Super New Voice Generation", twelve contestants were sitting scattered, some were humming the songs to be sung during the recording of the show for a while, some were dozing off with their heads down, and some were in twos and threes Sitting together, occasionally low laughter came out.
The five-year-old Qi Qiqi has a calmness that his age should not have. No matter when the game is played, as long as there is a game to play, he can completely ignore the outside world.
Xin Tian has long noticed this little prodigy with a childlike voice. Qi Qiqi's parents are both devout believers. Before the boy's voice-changing period comes, his future is limitless.
Like Qiu Qiu and Hua Xiang, as long as there are no accidents, he will definitely enter the top five, but it is still unclear who will win the top three.
Xin Tian adjusted the soft tutu skirt, took out a lollipop from his pocket, and came to Qi Qiqi with a smile.
If other children saw her dressed up so glamorously, they would definitely chase after her and call her fairy sister, but in Qi Qiqi's eyes, her charm was not as great as the little sister in the game.
Xin Tian squatted down beside Qi Qiqi, and spoke to him in a soft voice: "You play the game very well. I also play this game. Can you take my sister?"
Qi Qiqi didn't raise his head: "Auntie, I don't take anyone with me, your level is too good."
Xin Tian, who was called "Auntie", had a vein popping out of his head, but he had to suppress his anger and continued to befriend him: "It's okay if you don't play games, and sister... talk to Auntie about singing? Qiqi, you are so old Xiao, singing is so beautiful, you must have hired a very good teacher, right?"
"No, it's all genetic."
"Inherited from your father or your mother?"
"Neither, it is inherited from my grandpa. My grandpa said that when he was young, my grandpa had a good voice, full of confidence, and a bright voice. Every time he opened his voice, young daughters-in-law and big girls from all over the world would chase him."
Xin Tian exaggeratedly exclaimed: "That's amazing... Is your grandfather a singer?"
"No." Qi Qiqi replied in a childish voice, "He used to sharpen scissors and kitchen knives."
"..."
It was the first time for Xin Tian to be so neglected and teased by the opposite sex. Even though the "opposite sex" was only a five-year-old kid, she still couldn't swallow it. She stood up and dusted off her skirt, lifted it up like a proud princess and returned to her seat.
Seeing this scene, Hua Xiang covered his mouth and laughed. He poked Qiu Qiu, who was about to fall asleep, and let him watch the scene: "Look, the popular blogger has become an angry blogger."
It was two o'clock in the afternoon when he was sleepy, Qiu Qiu was about to fall asleep, his eyes were almost glued together, but when Hua Xiang disturbed him, the little sleepy bug flew away.
"What are you doing..." Qiu Qiu rubbed his eyes and yawned, "There are still two hours before the recording begins..."
Originally, the program group originally planned to start recording the program at 3 o'clock, but a notice came during lunch, saying that the sponsor Enrui Group would send someone to inspect.
The investigation team sent by the donor's father suddenly made the program crew very nervous. All the staff rehearsed over and over again, for fear that the program would not be effective and anger the donor's father.
In order to match the time of the inspection team, the video recording of the show was also postponed from three o'clock to four o'clock. The contestants had nothing to do and could only stay in the waiting room to rest.
Others don't know why the inspection team came, how can Hua Xiang not know? ——It was the big boy next to him who looked like a little white rabbit and was harmless to humans and animals. In order to fight against the secret operation of the program group, he sued the big boss behind the scenes!
Now those idiots in the planning team are still having a meeting to discuss how to make the competition scene more "magnificent". If they know that they have offended Fu Ruien's most cherished treasure, they will probably commit suicide.
Qiu Qiu's good sleep was suddenly interrupted, and he felt that all the lazy bones in his body couldn't work together.
He stretched lazily, but as soon as he stretched out his arm, the movement stopped.
The lounge is very large, and in the corner facing Qiu Qiu stood a young man of four or five years old with a square head, round face and narrowed eyes. After meeting Qiu Qiu's eyes, he waved at him shyly. wave.
Qiu Qiu's originally relaxed and comfortable expression immediately tightened with a "swish".
Hua Xiang hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
"Zhang Twelve." Qiu Qiu whispered.
Zhang Twelve was the player who was going to PK with Qiu Qiu in a while. Qiu Qiu didn't remember the name, but only knew the surname Zhang, so Hua Xiang simply named him Zhang Twelve.
Hua Xiang looked in the direction indicated by Qiu Qiu, took a look and then looked away: "So he is Zhang Twelve."
"You know him?"
"I don't know Zhang Twelve, but I know Zhang Xiaoer." Hua Xiang reached out and gestured between his legs, and said meaningfully, "I met him once in the toilet, and he was just that small—his parents gave birth to him. He might as well have a corn dog."
"..." Qiu Qiu praised sincerely, "Hua Xiang, you are really the most wicked person I know."
Just as the two were talking in a low voice, a loud noise suddenly came from the backstage corridor, and the security guards and staff who had been guarding outside the venue rushed towards the backstage door in a hurry.
Director Wang, the chief strategist, came out of nowhere, walked outside in a panic, and scolded the assistant behind him: "What's the matter, didn't you say that it's the investigation team, why is he here?"
The assistant was about to cry: "No, I don't know, will he come to his neighborhood to do some errands, and want to come over and have a look after he's done?"
The assistant is so useless, he can't be counted on at all, Director Wang scolded him bloody in his heart, and planned to settle the score after delivering the big Buddha.
When they arrived, the backstage gate was completely surrounded.
Looking around, the eight black-clothed bodyguards looked solemn and controlled all corners. With headsets on their ears and bulging waists, they must be hiding the real thing.
The men and women who came together were all dressed as elites, surrounded by a man with a stern expression in the middle. The man was about forty years old, with a straight suit and a handsome appearance. Just standing there, the strong aura on his body could isolate him from the people around him.
The director and several other main creators surrounded the man with smiles on their faces, not knowing what to say to him.
Seeing the people from the planning team arrive, the man raised his head and looked around coldly. With just this simple gesture, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop by more than ten degrees.
This... this is terrible! Director Wang is about to cry. Didn't he say that Fu Ruien, the president of Enrui Group, is a smiling tiger? What happened to the legendary "three-point smile when seeing people", the corners of his mouth didn't even turn up once! ! ! !
Even though the two were scared, Director Wang still bit the bullet and went up to say hello.
"Hello, Mr. Fu."
Fu Ruien nodded coldly, but did not reply.
Director Wang's outstretched hand froze in the air, and Fu Ruien's right hand was stuck in his pocket, and he didn't intend to shake hands with him at all.
Director Wang quickly withdrew his hand and comforted himself: He is the president, he is just a director, even though he is the president, the difference is too big, don't make yourself unhappy.
How did he know that the things he really wanted to make himself unhappy had already been done by him.
Next to Fu Ruien was his right-hand man, secretary He Yu, and those who Fu Ruien didn't want to deal with, were handed over to He Yu to deal with. Don't look at He Yuyan laughing at Yanyan, in fact, he is very bitter.
Since the CEO started dating, he has never worked overtime in the company anymore! He would rather take the unfinished work home to do every day than stay in the office for an extra minute. He Yu could only try his best to cram the meeting into the working day, but he didn't expect the president to answer the phone at noon today and immediately asked to cancel the afternoon meeting and rushed to the TV station to watch Young Master Qiu sing.
Is there any song that you two can't go back to bed and sing? Why do you have to cancel the meeting, do you know that it is very difficult to get all the executives together!
He Yu has been slandering the boss for not distinguishing between public and private. In fact, Fu Ruien's anger can no longer be suppressed. After learning that Qiu Qiu was "failed", how could he have the heart to sit in the office
His Qiu Qiu has been working hard to practice vocal music for this competition, playing steadily and steadily, relying on his own efforts to make progress, but now someone wants to discredit him and make him admit defeat
—Heh, it seems that this crap program has forgotten who their father is.
Director Wang nodded and bowed to Fu Ruien, wanting to ask how long this great god will stay.
But Fu Ruien didn't have any intention of playing tricks on him. He pushed aside the crowd and walked towards the players' waiting room at the head of the pack.
As soon as he moved, the tails behind him also moved, and the crowd was like a school of fish, filling every corner of the corridor.
Stepping on the bright marble floor with his leather shoes, Fu Ruien walked around the corner and stopped outside the door of the waiting room.
Inside the gate, most of the contestants were looking out curiously, wanting to see who caused the "earthquake" in the program group. When Fu Ruien appeared in their sight, the attractiveness of a mature man on him made them unable to take their eyes off at all.
Only one young boy was not paying attention to the commotion in the unexpected world, and was chatting with his friends beside him. The corners of his mouth curled up in an extremely cute arc, and his round eyes were big and bright.
—"Qiuqiu!" Fu Ruien stood by the door and called softly, like thunder breaking through the clouds.
The young man whose name was called turned his head to look outside the door, his eyes were first puzzled, then extremely surprised.
"Godfather!" Qiu Qiu cried out happily, and jumped in front of Fu Ruien in two or three steps.
Seeing Fu Rui'en appearing in front of him, Qiu Qiu completely forgot that he was still in the backstage of the show, surrounded by all kinds of prying eyes.
This "sugar daddy" didn't have any sexual connotations that others thought, he blurted it out just because the title made him feel extremely at ease.
"Godfather, why are you here?"
After he called Fu Ruien at noon, he thought that his godfather would only send someone to look at him. After all, his godfather is a big boss with a lot of work, and attending such a small occasion is not worthy of his status. Unexpectedly, Fu Ruien came directly to the scene without saying hello to him, Qiu Qiu was pleasantly surprised and also a little guilty, worried that his affairs would disturb his normal work.
"The quarter-finals are so important, so godfather naturally wants to cheer for Qiuqiu."
In front of everyone, Fu Ruien patted Qiu Qiu's fluffy hair naturally. The relationship between them was aboveboard, and they were not afraid of others' suspicion at all. He said casually: "Why is your cell phone turned off? Just now your dad called you and couldn't get through. They all called me."
Qiu Qiu answered obediently: "Oh... I'm about to go on stage, I don't want to be distracted, so I turned off my phone."
The director asked a lot: "Fu... Mr. Fu, do you know player Qiu Qiu?"
"Of course I do." Fu Ruien finally saw a smile on his face, "Not only do I know him, but I also know his family very well. He didn't call him 'godfather' for nothing. We are serious relatives. It's time to show off the wine."
As the two asked and answered, the hearts of the onlookers were like a roller coaster: President Fu condescended to come to this little show, which was shocking. I didn't expect him to be the "godfather" of Qiu Qiu's contestant! Just when everyone thought that this "godfather" was that kind of "godfather", President Fu's explanation made the onlookers understand that the relationship between them is not a nasty nurturing relationship, but a serious relationship!
That kind of "godfather" can be changed at any time, and this kind of "godfather" is a lifelong backing.
Director Wang, who had been by the side carefully, was about to kneel. He looked at the father and son, and his shirt was drenched in cold sweat in an instant.
Zhang Twelve, who originally planned to spend five million to win the first game, was even more scared to pee. The prestige of Enrui Group is well-known in the business circle. Although Fu Ruien is in the business of women and children, everyone is afraid of the domineering in his bones.
Zhang Twelve and Director Wang really hit the iron plate this time!
Fu Ruien glanced at the end of his eyes, remembering the performance of everyone present in his heart. He usually tries to keep a low profile when traveling, if it wasn't for supporting Tang Son today, he wouldn't bring so many bodyguards to the scene.
He held Qiu Qiu's hand frankly, and asked the director, "Is there a place to rest? I want to have a few words with Qiu Qiu, so that it won't delay your recording of the program."
The director hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, you can use my lounge first, it is very clean."
Fu Ruien ordered the inspection team that came with him to look around, and he led Qiu Qiu into the director's rest room.
…
Walking into the same room twice in just one day gave Qiu Qiu completely different feelings.
As soon as Fu Ruien entered the door, before Fu Ruien had time to lock it, Qiu Qiu plunged into his godfather's arms, and with a "bang", Fu Ruien's back hit the door heavily.
Little Cannonball Qiu Qiu clutched the shirt on Fu Ruien's chest tightly with both hands, and buried his head, refusing to speak.
Fu Ruien looked at the baby in his arms with fondness in his eyes, wrapped one hand around Qiu Qiu's slender waist, stroked his back with the other, and coaxed him patiently and gently.
"Okay... don't cry, don't cry, godfather is here."
Qiu Qiu raised his head from Fu Ruien's arms angrily, his eyes were red.
He was like a kid playing alone in the park, who was bullied by an older kid without saying a word, and after taking revenge aggressively, he went home with his little head up and didn't cry "wow" until he saw his parents .
It's embarrassing for him... But Fu Ruien is his godfather. He has been wronged a lot outside, and he has been holding back for a whole day.
Fu Ruien took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped away the tears from Qiu Qiu's face.
Qiu Qiu's snot bubbles came out from crying, and he grabbed Fu Ruien's handkerchief and blew his nose hard, but there was not much snot, and all the foundation on his nose rubbed on the handkerchief.
It was so yellow, so embarrassing.
Qiu Qiu quickly rolled the light yellow foundation into the inside of the handkerchief, hoping that his godfather didn't see him so humiliated. "Don't look...I'll go back and wash this handkerchief for you..."
Fu Ruien disliked his sugar son who would never dislike anyone. He lowered his head and kissed Qiu Qiu's mouth through a layer of lipstick.
"Our Qiuqiu is really good... a little tough guy."
"… Huh?"
"Why this expression?"
"Oh... no, it's nothing, I just accidentally thought about it >/////