Strong Counterattack

This time the little boss appeared a little late. About half an hour later, he ringed Ji Zhiyi's doorbell with two layers of bamboo cages.

Ji Zhiyi ushered him in, watching him put the steamer on the table. He was still standing behind him, and he could smell the facial fragrance in the air between his breath, and there was a hint of bamboo fresh in the middle.

Opening the lid, the white steam rose instantly, and several colored white-faced meat and exquisite buns appeared out of the mist. The scent also multiplied and rushed into her nose.

The size is between Xiaolongbao and ordinary steamed buns. The folds are neat, and each fold is almost the same. There are six in a drawer.

It's still hot buns, which makes people's index finger move at a glance. I ordered the soup on the edge of the mouth. The rough sweep is not the same.

Ji Zhiyi took one at hand, held it carefully with his fingers, and was so hot that he sucked and took a bite.

The juice was mixed in the sink, and the fresher flavor than before was exploded on the taste buds. The mouth was full of white heat, and I felt that my whole life would be completed.

Ji Zhiyi glared and nodded toward the little boss.

The little boss shook the towel used for padding and said, "It's all leftovers. I won't charge you money this time."

"Wait!" Ji Zhiyi raised his hand to cover his mouth. "I have so much to eat."

Little Boss: "You can be tomorrow's breakfast. After you run out, send things down."

Ji Zhiyi thought about it and asked, "Do you listen to songs?"

The little boss hesitated and said, "I heard."

Ji Zhiyi: "..."

I must have heard that people who live in human society must listen to many songs passively.

Ji Zhiyi asked: "My new song is out. Could you please listen to it if you have time?"

Little boss: "Oh, congratulations."

He knew that Ji Zhiyi was locked at home just to write songs. It seems that after so many years, the dystocia finally ended.

He decided to call it Nezha No.1.

·

Ji Zhiyi didn't want to play and sing on his own. After all, the effect was not good. She went to the demo that she had recorded and played it on the stereo.

The little boss has heard it before, and it's still very serious to listen to it the second time.

After the accompaniment was finished, Ji Zhiyi pressed the pause and asked, "Boss, what do you think?"

The little boss looked constipated, and he seemed to want to hold a few deep descriptions. But he didn't really study the field of music, and he could't find any high-end and hard-to-find fart words.

Ji Zhiyi felt that he was embarrassing him.

"Nice, fair, fair, trash. Which one?"

The little boss nodded vigorously and definitely said: "Very nice!"

Ji Zhiyi laughed: "Thank you."

Ji Zhiyi bowed his head, and by the way, check whether there is already a reply on the website.

The living room is a bit quiet.

The little boss thought hard for a long time, and felt that it was his turn to speak now, and it would be cold if he didn't speak again.

He asked: "Are you going to be an artist? What is that called, trainee? Draft? Or what?"

Ji Zhiyi said: "If it doesn't work, you can start with the influencer."

"How do Internet celebrities do?" The little boss said, "Look for a marketing company? Buy the data, buy the exposure, create the Internet celebrities? But they can't make music, and the contract is very harsh."

This type generally does not have excellent equipment and teams, only rely on software tuning, and I can't hear my voice until I tune it.

Musicians of high standards should not agree to this mode of operation.

Ji Zhiyi put the box back and said, "Yes. First try to get traffic on the Internet and refresh the ranking of the new song. After entering the agent's line of sight, start looking for a regular entertainment company to sign the contract."

"There are some anchors who will like to dig passers-by. You can go to their live studio to squat." Ji Zhiyi thought for a while and said, "For example," what is the fate of going to pear "."

Singers are not like actors. When they have spent most of their time in the music scene and are reluctant to regenerate, they have developed better than ordinary singers. Even some singers began to rely on the popularity of anti-net red line.

And she remembers that there are several powerful singers who all started from the fate of the live broadcast room. The fate is on-demand on the spot, there is no correction, under the strong contrast of various passers-by crying and howling, superb singers are popular.

"Such ..." The little boss meditated for a moment and nodded secretly.

He straightened his back and said seriously: "I get it."

Ji Zhiyi is unknown. She didn't seem to say anything, what did he know?

·

"The fate of going to the pear" is a very popular celebrity. It has been more than ten years since the creation of the account. For more than ten years, he has been sitting steadily for a long time, and is the most special presence in the net red circle.

He is indeed capable. Taking live broadcast and video distribution as his profession, he has been working very hard, almost never asking for leave, and always goes online to check in. Even if there are advertisements or announcements, they will be updated with inventory. Fans call it a huge god.

People with a discerning eye can see that he really likes this line, and his passion for live broadcasting is also a big reason for his fandom.

In order to maintain the popularity, fate has tried all types of live broadcasts, without powdering, but to make fans more stable.

Basically, he watched whatever fans broadcast, the core is sand sculpture, and fans are also curious about what else he can do.

Later, fate finally became a veritable squad player.

However, no matter how his live content is released, there is a link that has been fixed for many years, called "random jukebox".

During the live broadcast, the audience can sign up. He will randomly select people from many audiences and invite him to sing in the live room.

If the singing is good, the majority of the audience voted for it, and he will give a part of the bonus as an encouragement.

But the netizens' vision is generally not so professional. If you sing really well, or if you have gimmicks, good looks, and can talk, you can get everyone's "666".

Fate red envelopes are also very generous, anyway, it is a link that everyone can enjoy.

·

This day happened to be a meal, and the shop was still too busy.

The prompt of the fate of the live broadcast room suddenly sounded, the little boss put down the pot in his hand, wiped his hands clean, walked neatly behind the projector on one side, pressed the touch screen, and entered the designated room.

The waiter who lost another helper of the middle age spit out his heart and blood, shouting in his heart: The boss is also chasing the stars, it is crazy!

He used to be lazy and sloshing in the past. Well now, do n’t do anything and still disturb them.

How could there be such a boss!

A clear picture appeared on the white wall, and the background sound was tuned up, coming out from the sound everywhere.

The little boss looked serious, standing next to his chest, staring at the wall motionlessly. Above is a young man with slightly messy hair but handsome facial features.

The diners saw this and asked, "Boss, do you like this anchor so much? Why are you all these days lately? Can you change a beautiful woman, even watching a junk drama."

The little boss pressed his hand to his lips and motioned for silence.

The diners were speechless: "... you can't speak while you are lying here. What service attitude do you have?"

The little boss keeps a cold posture.

Several people live nearby and are regulars here. They usually know each other well and gather together to talk about the world. I forgot to eat this meal and whispered together:

"This anchor is a man. The boss looked so seriously."

"It used to be an open program, let's order it on our own, but now the device is locked by his fingerprint, it's just a guesswork."

"But he doesn't even need to see it for himself. Why do we have to see it? Can this be seen secretly?"

"I want the whole world to know that this fish pond ... no, this anchor was umm?"

"Really, he still sets an alarm to remind you that he didn't open the shop on time, he was late and lazy. He didn't even have a bun for breakfast. There is a problem!"

"Lying, but if it is true love, I have never seen him reward him!"

"Why talk about how vulgar money is? He also wants to eat it. We have to understand this. Moreover, this anchor is obviously richer than him, and money can no longer be used to express love."

"No wonder every time the live broadcast is about to end, I feel the boss is a bit disappointed."

Everyone agreed to nod.

The waiter walked over with the tray and hurriedly put down the bowl. He couldn't help saying more: "What you said is nothing! Haven't you noticed that the stereo has been replaced ?!"

Everyone: (⊙⊙)!

The little boss was unimpressed, but glanced at the waiter lightly.

The waiter put his hands in his pockets, squinting, and swam away quickly.

Many gifts have slipped across the screen.

"Thank you bosses! The turntable is here again!" Fang Li's fate loosened his shoulders and said, "Can we be so lucky today to draw the same nuclear weapon singer as last week?"

He smiled and said, "You can turn down your voice first, and wait for me to confirm that there is no danger, and then tell you. The sand sculpture city is precious, and the price of life is higher."

Fate again chatted with the fans for a while, and waited for the number of people next to him to reach his expectations, and finally entered the topic.

Press the hand on the list, eager to try: "I smoked, I really smoked!"

The little boss looked more serious and twisted his neck.

Fate pulled the panel down for a while, pulled it back again, and finally stopped on an ID called "Ji Zhiyi".

"I've seen this ID several times. I have come almost every day recently, and my hand speed is still very fast, basically in ten." Yuan Fen scratched his head and said, "Did I haven't ordered her yet? If you insist, just click today She's fine. Can everyone say yes? "

He asked with his mouth, and his hand was almost pressed.

A lady wearing a peaked cap appeared on the screen. The eyes and nose are blocked by the brim, only a small white chin is exposed. Wearing an overly generous sweater with a white shirt inside.

The little boss stood up straighter and nodded secretly.

Fate amplifies Ji Zhiyi's screen, and each occupies half of the screen.

Fate asked: "How do you call it? Why are you wearing a hat indoors?"

Ji Zhiyi caressed her hair and said, "Anti-baldness."

"It's quite a lot to see your hair volume." Fate frustrated and said, "Bald, this mainly depends on genes. Escape is not escaped. I suggest you eat and sleep well, and send them for the last trip."

Ji Zhiyi moved the guitar silently.

The fate is right: "Okay. Then take a routine shot of the room and then test the sound of the microphone. We want to make sure we can't sing haha ​​today."

Ji Zhiyi dialed a few notes according to his request, and it was confirmed that there was no problem.

Fate said: "The hands are so beautiful. It's just that Miss Sister doesn't seem to like to talk."

The skeletal joints are clear and the fingers are long, which is very beautiful in the lens.

Ji Zhiyi compares an OK finger.

Going to Li Mo's fate and laughing: "Then let's go. I'm Guan Mai, please play freely."

Ji Zhiyi scratched his head, took off his hat and put it aside. The audience saw her face clearly.

It's not pretty, but it's recognizable, and it's comfortable facial features.

Ji Zhiyi bowed his head.

The first sentence is a cappella.

She opened her lips softly:

"The moon is full of beams, hesitantly according to the color."

This is an ancient song with a melancholy tune. The first sentence is from Du Fu's "Dream Li Bai", and her voice instantly brought out the mood.

Her tone is very special, when whispering, ethereal like spring water. In three words, it is probably "open your knees".

"Roar--"

The exclamation did not come from the live broadcast room, but the diners of the restaurant.

At this time, the fate in the live room was also shocked, with a mouth wide open, looking at the camera with an exaggerated expression. The comments were refreshed quickly, flashing through rows of flowers.

You have to know that this is the effect of no sound modification.

If a certain program is called Net Red's Demon Mirror, the fate live room is called the singer's Wuzhi Mountain.

Singer without strength, come one by one and one by one.

The little boss narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

Nezha No. 1 is really nice. He feels good songs, sure everyone feels good.

No problem.