I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 269 267. Please tell your story

"What am I being charged for?"

After a night of hangover, when Xu Xin got up and had breakfast in the morning, he was a little puzzled when he heard Sun Ting's words.

But today, Sun Ting, who finally caught the opportunity and told Brother Xu and Sister Mi about this matter, explained the cause and effect, Xu Xin nodded:

"So, the commotion in "The Wind" is not small?"

"Instead of talking about "The Wind"... let's talk about you and Sister Mi. Ever since the interview came out, everyone has been digging for details about whether you and Sister Mi are in love..."

"Just dig, just tell me how hot it is."

"Quite high."

Sun Ting told the truth.

Although the crew did not hear anything outside the window, on the Internet, ever since Xu Xin's bar was smashed by bees, the news of whether the two were in love has become a matter of great interest. .

True fans are firmly against it.

Passerby fans are paying attention.

And even the indifferent people knew about the scandals between the two.

This heat...

Really not small.

When Xu Xin heard this, he thought about it and speeded up his meal.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, he stood up and said:

“What time does our flight take place?”

Yang Mi shook her head:

"Take Big Laowang's plane and leave. Don't we still have to go to Wanwan... We won't be able to rest for a few days after we go back. It's very urgent on the wheel. There are hundreds of people~"

"Tsk..."

Xu Xin responded:

"Okay, then hurry up and wake them up. Let's go back to Yanjing directly."

"Don't you go to the factory?"

Yang Mi knew what the popularity of these scandals meant to Xiying Studio.

But Xu Xin shook his head:

"As long as things are done, what can I ask the leader now? How did I do?... It's unnecessary. It seems too eager for quick success. I have already done all I can do. I can't do it alone, but I can do it alone. ?So there’s no need to go.”

"...Okay, then you go and wake them up?"

"Give me a good morning kiss?"

Hearing Xu Xin's words, Yang Mi instantly showed a wicked smile:

"Okay, I guess if you keep kissing me like this, all these people will vomit today~"

"Haha~"

Xu Xin, who was successfully amused by his fiancée's words, waved his hand:

"I will stop shouting and call them directly. I will go to the factory to talk to them about editing and soundtrack."

"Um."

…

"Lao Xu, what are you studying?"

On the plane, Wang Sicong looked at Xu Xin who was pulling at the cabinet from time to time, or pushing open the door to the room and looking around, and asked in confusion.

"I'm studying this thing."

Not feeling any shame in saying it, Xu Xin replied openly and closed the bedroom door.

"Is this thing particularly troublesome? What kind of repairs, maintenance... and what are the routes and so on?"

"this……"

Wang Sicong shook his head sincerely:

"If others ask, I will definitely brag about it. But if you ask me, I can only answer you: I don't know either."

Xu Xin was speechless:

"Why are you bragging to others?"

"Breaking about the price, this is the Gulfstream, the one Robert Downey Jr. rode in "Iron Man". No matter how fast the sailing speed is...but the problem is that I only know so much. The rest is just a phone call to tell them. Wherever I want to go, the group will arrange it for me. If you ask me about other things, I don’t understand.”

After hearing Wang Sicong's words, Lang Lang on the side also said:

"That's right, Lao Xu, don't ask those super-important questions. If you ask him how he chooses the flight attendants, he will definitely be able to answer you."

"puff……"

Jay Chou, who was looking at last year's Christie's auction collection brochure, couldn't help laughing.

And Wang Sicong also agreed:

"Yes, yes, you ask, what do you want to know?"

"..."

Xu Xin also understood. Asking these guys was in vain.

He simply walked over to his fiancée who was dozing over there.

Yang Mi was in a daze as he hooked her shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

"Shall we do this too?"

"……What?"

"A plane. Can we get one too?"

"No, it's too high-profile."

Yang Mi refused without even thinking.

Then he impatiently pushed away his fiancé, who was the elder brother and the younger brother yesterday:

"Get out of the way and hit my hair!"

Then he leaned back on the recliner and continued to sleep.

Obviously, "Gu Xiaomeng's" energy and energy consumption cannot be replenished in one night.

Xu Xin, who was asking for trouble, shrugged and sat back next to Lang Lang:

"Hey, let's go to Wanwan back to look for Betel Nut Xishi?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The three of them haven't spoken yet.

Yang Mi, who was lying sleeping behind, muttered:

"Who's going to kill whom?"

"What the hell does it have to do with us!"

Wang Sicong looked innocent.

Lang Lang said with some emotion:

"Whatever you do in the future, you can't take Lao Xu with you, it's easy to get ruined."

Xu Xin ignored these two guys who were taking advantage of the situation, but glanced at the booklet in Jay Chou's hand.

It just so happened that the coloring page Jay Chou saw was from porcelain.

"Hey, are they all for microwave ovens?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

In Jay Chou's speechless gaze, the two people next to him laughed like crazy.

Obviously, they will all know what Master Xu Er has done.

Jay Chou sighed slightly, closed the book and put it aside.

With these three people together, I would definitely be unable to read this book.

"Please, can you have some respect for the artwork?"

"Respect is nothing. You want Shaanxi people to respect things from the Qing Dynasty?... You have to ask the Tang Dynasty colleagues buried in the soil if they agree~ Okay, let's talk about the itinerary. It seems that the Chinese New Year is only a few days away. Okay, how are you designing it?"

Xu Xin complained, and as soon as he finished speaking, there was another sound from behind his head:

“I’m going shopping in Xiangjiang!”

"..."

"..."

"..."

Everyone, including Xu Xin, looked at Yang Mi who was obviously sleeping.

"Aren't you sleeping?"

Xu Xin was speechless.

Yang Mi opened her eyes and made a move.

He stretched out two fingers and pointed at his own eyes, and then at the four people.

That means: I SEE YOU.

It's like a fucking police officer looking at a wanted criminal.

Xu Xin turned his head speechlessly:

"Well, let's go shopping in Xiangjiang first."

"..."

"..."

"..."

After being speechless, Jay Chou rolled his eyes:

"Fuck you, I'm letting you go. I'm a judge to see if there are any musicians you like. If you want to go shopping, why don't you go by yourself? I want to rehearse and I want the Spring Festival Gala!"

"Please, I don't want you in the Spring Festival Gala. I'm telling you, don't talk like this. The super machine is whining..."

"Hahahahaha..."

Listening to a group of people laughing wildly, Yang Mi opened her eyes...

Then it closed again.

Forget it, forgive you once.

Next time you dare to disturb my sleep, I will be killed immediately!

Hi! ! !

…

When we arrived in Yanjing, the short gathering of friends had to come to an end for the time being.

Everyone goes back to their homes.

Jay Chou will have a rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala tomorrow, in the morning.

Everyone can leave in the afternoon.

Go to Wanwan.

Although the Chinese New Year is coming soon over there, fortunately, Wanwan Island itself is not big, and these musicians are all local musicians, so you only need to give a day or two notice in advance and have people come over then.

But after I got home, my energy really relaxed.

He and Yang Mi didn't even communicate much. The two of them went back to the bedroom in tacit understanding.

Yang Mi, who had just slept on the plane, obviously didn't sleep enough either.

As soon as he took off his clothes, he huddled under the quilt and closed his eyes.

I don’t know how long I slept in a daze, but I was finally woken up by hunger.

I looked at the time...it was past nine o'clock.

Yang Mi next to him was still sleeping soundly, and he cooed:

"Are you hungry? Get up and eat?"

"Don't eat..."

Turning around, Yang Mi fell asleep again.

Xu Xin didn't say much and walked out of the house directly.

Then I saw two stainless steel basins placed on the table. The stainless steel basins were turned upside down, obviously to keep the inside warm.

There are four plates next to them, which are also placed front and back.

He curiously uncovered the stainless steel basin.

Inside is a steamed bun that is white and slightly yellow.

When I opened these plates again, I found that they were all home-cooked dishes that were already cold.

You can tell by looking at the craftsmanship that it belongs to my father.

Suddenly, he swallowed.

Although the food is cold, I don’t even know when my father made it. But as soon as you get your hands on the steamed buns, you can tell they are freshly steamed.

He ran to the kitchen out of habit.

Sure enough, there was a pot of millet porridge in the pot, which was placed in the heat-insulated rice cooker and was hot.

Without saying a word, he filled a bowl and brought it to the living room to start eating.

Although the dishes are cold, the cooling process allows the peppers and potatoes to be "pickled" and infused with flavor.

It's simply not too delicious.

Paired with a bowl of hot porridge, the combination of hot and cold taste is simply amazing.

but……

Where's Dad?

He dialed Xu Daqiang's phone number, but got a message that "the phone you dialed has been turned off."

I called Li Hao again, but his phone was also turned off.

this……

Dad won't leave, right?

He was speechless.

Why don't you just leave?

But it’s understandable, after all, dad is actually not very busy during normal times at home. But only during the end of the year and the beginning of the year, he really had a lot on his plate.

It's rare to be able to cook a meal for yourself before leaving.

but……

Now that you’ve cooked, why not make some hand-made noodles?

He has an average opinion of steamed buns.

But Yang Mixi...

Suddenly, he was stunned.

After being in a daze for a moment, he shook his head.

Well, I must be overthinking it.

No, no, no.

How is it possible...

This is the old man’s biological child~

How is that possible?

…

Bend.

Jewel Headquarters.

Xu Xin sat on Jay Chou's boss chair and twisted around.

Not to mention...

This chair is quite comfortable to sit on.

Jay Chou looked at him spinning around on the left and right, and said:

"You're not dizzy?"

"Can this thing make you faint?"

Xu Xin sneered:

"You want to come over and give me a push. Do you believe I can spiral to the sky?... Damn it, you two just sit there!"

He just said nothing, but when he saw Wang Sicong and Jay Chou standing up at the same time, he quickly begged for mercy:

"That's wrong, two eldest brothers, I'm just joking."

After giving in, he looked at the empty audition room on live TV and asked directly:

"Will the musicians come in here later? Then we can choose?"

"right."

Jay Chou nodded:

"But it's not us, it's the three of you. Everyone is here for me. I can't explain why I don't show up. So I will be with Lin Mike, A Lang, and Wenshan. Don't you rely on intuition? Who can you think of? Just write down your name and give it to me."

"What about us?"

Wang Sicong was a little dissatisfied:

"Lao Xu has a shitty intuition, and my intuition is also very accurate, okay?"

"Are you referring to the fact that you took me to see the Big Wild Goose Pagoda and it told you that no one could recognize me in disguise, but it turned out that I was blocked in Ci'en Temple and didn't come out?"

"..."

Wang Sicong, who was speechless for a moment, was still dissatisfied.

But this time the dissatisfaction is a bit guilty:

"How can you rely on intuition when it comes to this... man? Shouldn't he be judged from his musical literacy to... his singing skills?"

"Pull him down quickly."

Xu Xin couldn't stand it and rolled his eyes:

"Hammer's musical literacy. I'm telling you this, I, Goldfinger, you know! Whoever I choose is gold!"

"Eh? Speaking of which, have you two seen that movie? It's a very old movie. It tells the story of a county magistrate who turns to gold..."

Lang Lang suddenly remembered such a thing.

As soon as he said this, Wang Sicong nodded:

"I've seen it before. The main character looks wretched. The one who turned his wife into gold in the end, right?"

"Yes, yes, I've seen it too."

Xu Xin also joined the discussion:

"Golden smashes! Lots of golden smashes! Is that that one? Get a heel stick..."

"Yes, that movie is good. The movie channel has shown it several times before...what is it called?"

"I forgot about it, anyway, it's interesting. I remember there's a plot in it..."

On the side, Jay Chou opened his mouth slightly.

I have never seen the movie they mentioned.

It doesn’t matter…

But the question is, why do the three of you change your style of painting so easily?

Didn’t we just discuss music?

this……

Finally, he shook his head helplessly, looked at the three people who suddenly fell into deep thought because they couldn't remember the name of the movie, and seemed extremely quiet in the office, and left this sentence:

"I'm going."

"Damn it, I remembered it! "The Legend of the Eight Immortals"!"

"Oh yes, yes!"

"Hey, there is a computer. Let's see if Wanwan has one here! Look for resources! Next~"

"..."

By the cup!

These three people are really...

That’s outrageous!

And just when the three of them were looking for resources on the computer and planning to revisit this old movie with an interesting story, finally, a picture of a contestant appeared on the TV opposite the desk.

"Hello, teachers..."

The three of them just woke up from a dream.

Oh, yes, yes, busy with business. Busy with business.

They both sat back on the sofa, but Xu Xin found the boss's chair quite comfortable.

He knew very well that this selection process was actually very slow, so he simply slid the boss chair to the front of the TV.

Xu Xin didn't hear the young musician introduce himself, but when he moved his chair to this side, his singing voice was already playing.

The song was in Hokkien, but Xu Xin didn't quite understand it.

But as he listened, he shook his head.

no feelings.

another.

Soon, the second, the third, the fourth...

Lang Lang is fine. Although he is a pianist, his musical literacy is actually common in some aspects.

And he also teaches students in Berlin, and the courses are very expensive.

There is patience.

But Wang Sicong gradually became a little bored.

It was refreshing at first, but as time went on...it gradually became uninteresting.

He lit a cigarette and muttered:

"so boring."

No one paid any attention to him.

Today was originally for Wheels to help.

So boredom has to be done with a serious and responsible attitude.

Wang Sicong also knew this, so he just complained, then leaned on the sofa and continued to stare at the TV.

But as more and more people came, Xu Xin became a little bored.

Because he "has no feelings" for these people.

And because I don’t feel it, my mind always goes astray.

As I was running, I started thinking about the editing of "The Wind".

He quickly shook his head subconsciously.

But it can't be like this.

But...it's really boring to do this.

After thinking for a while, he turned around.

Facing Wang Sicong and Lang Lang.

The two of them didn't think much about it...after all, the singer in front of them really didn't sing well.

Wang Sicong even felt that this was Lao Xu's expression of "can't bear to look at it".

However, Xu Xin found that after turning around, just listening to the voice made him more focused, so he continued this action without moving.

Don’t look at the picture, don’t look at the man or woman, just rely on the sound to listen.

If anyone is interested, he will turn around.

Occasionally, a certain number will be recorded and then transferred again.

Over time, Wang Sicong first discovered something was wrong:

"What are you doing?"

"Help him see these musicians."

"...Then why are you wandering around all the time?"

"listen to music."

Xu Xin shrugged:

"I found that just listening to music without looking at the picture makes my mind clearer. If there is someone interested in it, I will turn around. If there is no interest in it, I will not turn around."

Wang Sicong became interested as soon as he heard it.

He looked around, then suddenly turned his head and asked:

"Are you coming?"

He asked Lang Lang.

Lang Lang thought about it and thought it sounded interesting, so he nodded:

"Come!"

"good!"

Wang Sicong walked out of Jay Chou's office and soon came over pushing two swivel chairs.

Then the three of them stopped sitting on the sofa and just sat on the swivel chairs in front of the TV.

They all turned their backs to the TV.

Listening to the singing inside, Lang Lang nodded with half-closed eyes:

"Hmm... Not bad... Not bad... No, there's something wrong with the pitch."

When Wang Sicong heard this, he nodded slightly:

"Well, then I won't transfer. Where are you, Lao Xu?"

Xu Xin rolled his eyes:

"It's not a competition. Whoever thinks it sounds good can switch...huh?"

Suddenly, a very strange feeling arose in his heart.

Weird...

But when he suddenly fell silent, the two of them thought he was listening and did not interrupt.

But after waiting for a few minutes, Xu Xin suddenly said:

"I seem to...have an idea."

"What?"

"?"

Under the doubtful gazes of the two people, Xu Xin turned his fingers in circles in mid-air:

"Have you ever thought about what if this was a photo studio?"

"..."

"..."

…

"Okay, that's it for the morning. Thanks for your hard work, everyone. Jewell's original intention is to find more like-minded musicians. For musicians who have already performed, we have videos of your songs and performances. After sorting them out , we will conduct a re-examination. During the re-examination, you can bring your own original songs under the premise of copyright registration to facilitate us to understand you. It is lunch time, please just follow the staff to the restaurant. Thank you. "

As Jewel's music director, Mike Lin finished his speech on behalf of Jay Chou.

Everyone dispersed.

Jay Chou also rubbed his ears and walked back to his office.

As a result, the door just opened:

"Hey, it's time to eat..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sentence:

"Idiot! This is good, this is okay!"

"...?"

No, weren't these rotten people listening to music this morning?

Jay Chou was instinctively speechless.

Then I saw Xu Xin, who was writing and drawing in front of the sofa, and General Hengha on the left and right:

"Hey, what are you doing?"

After hearing this, Lang Lang raised his head and quickly waved:

"Hurry up, Lao Xu has launched a new variety show, hahahaha, it's interesting, very interesting!"

"???"

Jay Chou was stunned.

But he immediately said in a dumbfounded voice:

"Hey, I asked you to help me find someone. What are you doing?"

"It's just a variety show to find people, come on, come on, come over!"

Xu Xin pointed directly in front of the TV:

"Go up there and stand."

"...?"

Although he was confused about what A Xin was going to do, Jay Chou still stood in front of the TV.

"Then what?"

"Hey Hey……"

The three big men laughed out loud in unison.

Jay Chou, who was laughing, felt a little embarrassed.

At this time, he saw the three people sitting on three chairs respectively, then turned around and pointed the backs of the chairs towards him.

What are you doing?

Jay Chou and everyone are stupid.

Then I heard Xu Xin’s words:

"Please introduce yourself to the players."

"..."

Jay Chou's mouth twitched...

I?

Player?

You three are so brave!

Okay, I want to see what you want to do!

So he said perfunctorily:

"My name is Jay Chou, Asia's King Jay Chou."

"..."

"..."

"..."

No one said a word.

Then just when Jay Chou thought his name had "shocked" them, Xu Xin's voice rang out again:

"Well, it's quite crazy... Please tell me that you... are wrong, please start your singing."

"Hey! Are you serious?"

"Hurry up and stop the ink stains. I'll give you a big surprise soon!"

"...I don't believe you."

Jay Chou muttered something and coughed lightly with his hungry stomach:

"Ahem...I can't explain why~I became very confused!"

"Why are the backrests of the three chairs facing me~oh~"

"I want to find out quickly~"

"What are you playing at?"

"Even my belly knows how I feel now~"

"What are you three doing?"

"You want me to sing live~ and you can listen!"

"I want to take you, the three of you, to dinner together~"

“Let’s talk about work~ until we are both full~”

"I want to take you to lunch like this~ Hey!"

"Can you please stop messing with me and don't be an asshole!"

"Fuck~ I'll take you three~"

"I'm really, really hungry~"

"So stop playing~ Let's go eat~ Asshole~"

Finally, Wang Sicong was the first to be unable to resist his scolding version of "Simple Love".

He turned around directly.

Jay Chou immediately stopped singing.

Just when he was wondering why he turned around, he saw Wang Sicong waving his hand again:

"Keep on don't stop."

"..."

As a last resort, Jay Chou could only sing again:

"I want to take you to lunch like this~hey!~"

"I have forgotten the words I sang just now~!"

"Hey, A Xin and Lao Lang~"

"Hurry up and turn around~"

"Just go and have a meal~"

Lang Lang finally turned around.

But……

"Hey~ Let's sing Ah Xin Bastard~"

"Why don't you turn around~"

"If you don't turn around, I will keep singing and keep walking~..."

When the song ended, Xu Xin didn't even turn around.

Until Jay Chou couldn't stand it anymore and stopped playing "Simple Love", who knows whether it was a scolding or a hungry version...

"Hey, what are you doing!"

As soon as he stopped, Wang Sicong and Lang Lang spontaneously applauded.

Jay Chou was so frightened that there was something wrong with Lang Lang's music appreciation ability.

At this moment, Xu Xin finally turned around.

Looking directly at Jay Chou...

"This player!"

"..."

"I can hear it..."

He nodded slightly towards Jay Chou:

"There is appeal in your singing!"

"puff……"

Lang Lang couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a chuckle.

Xu Xin glanced at him dissatisfied:

"Teacher Lang Lang, can you be more serious in this situation?"

"Ahem... I'm sorry, sorry, mine. Teacher Xu, um, please continue to comment."

Wang Sicong on the side was so suppressed that his whole body was twitching.

Only then did Xu Xin look at the speechless Jay Chou again:

"Can you tell us about your mental process when writing this song?"

"..."

You like to play, right?

Bad guy.

Okay, I'll keep acting with you.

So he nodded slightly:

"Okay, Teacher Xu Xin..."

"puff……"

"Goose goose goose goose goose goose..."

While the two of them were laughing wildly, Jay Chou stared at Xu Xin:

"This song of mine was composed when I was very hungry. I was very hungry, but someone didn't want to eat with me. So, after I finished singing the song, I was going to throw him down the stairs!"

Unexpectedly, Xu Xin looked calm after hearing this:

"I see...a very touching creative idea. What we lack is such original musicians. Teachers, what do you think?"

"...Hmm...Pfft...Hmm, that's right...Pfft...cough...I think this musician's thinking is very bad hahahaha..."

Before he even finished saying "great", Wang Sicong really couldn't hold it in anymore and curled up on his chair while holding his stomach and laughing.

Xu Xin ignored it and turned to look at Lang Lang:

"Where's Teacher Lang Lang?"

"Well, the bass is accurate, the midrange is steady, the treble is sweet! Hey, young man, what kind of car are you driving?"

"..."

Jay Chou was stunned and tentatively replied:

"AE86?"

"Pfft hahahahahaha..."

Wang Sicong simply laughed and covered his face.

I can't stop crying.

Lang Lang nodded:

"Well, the taste is good...Mr. Xu?"

"my words……"

Xu Xin pondered for a moment and nodded:

"It's a bit regretful. If I had known that this singer's creative journey was so touching, I should have turned around earlier..."

"Hahahahahaha...oh, fuck...oh, fuck...hahahahaha..."

While Wang Sicong was laughing wildly, which could almost be called a gaffe, Xu Xin, who had finished commenting on this sentence, spread his hands:

"Well, time will never come back after all. This Jay Chou player!"

"……what?"

"Now, it's your turn to make a choice! You choose to join the team of Welgun King, who is rich and powerful and has ten girls in the golden night!"

With tears in his eyes, Wang Sicong subconsciously puffed up his chest.

Xu Xin then turned to Lang Lang:

"It's better to join the team of Hand Lai Qinlai, who is ranked among the top three pianists today and is naturally handsome, elegant and good-looking!"

"Hey, you're welcome!"

Lang Lang cupped his fists and raised his hands.

Then, Xu Xin stretched out his palm towards Jay Chou:

"The choice is left to you!"

"????"

this……

What is this?

Jay Chou was completely confused.

Asking for a monthly ticket! ! !