This star is from the earth

Since the appearance fee has risen, Han Jue, who doesn't like to drink, rarely has the opportunity to enter the bar.

"Is this bar open during the day?"

Han Jue got out of the car, looked at the signboard of [Stone Bar] with a sense of age, and asked Zhang Zishang.

Zhang Zishang walked a few steps ahead of Han Jue, looking a little nervous, and his manner was not flexible. After hearing Han Jue's question, he turned half of his body and showed Han Jue a flawed smile, saying, "This restaurant should still be open."

[It seems to be something within the plan. 】Han Jue didn't know what Zhang Zishang was going to do, but he didn't care, so he followed.

From the outside to the inside, you need to go through a dark corridor. The corridor is made of wood. The railings and floors are all wood, and people will make creaking noises when walking through it. There are some star posters on the wall, and the light is just above the posters to illuminate the posters, but the lights are not turned on at this time, and the stars on the posters smile very sinisterly, making Han Jue think that he is about to enter a haunted house.

Fortunately, the more you walk in, the more you can hear the movement from the inside. The keen Han Jue even faintly heard the sound of the microphone being slapped by hands and the sound of many people clamoring.

[Testing the microphone? 】

[There is a show? 】

Questions emerged one after another.

When Han Jue entered the bar, he saw a brightly lit stage, and there were people carrying cameras on and off the stage. Before Han Jue could figure out this group of people, he heard a loud and joyful voice in his ears.

This voice was the one he was most familiar with in this world, and he couldn't hear it wrong. Even though the timbre may be similar in the vast crowd, Han Jue will never admit it wrong with that cheerful tone, cute ending sound, and that unique address.

"Uncle!~"

Han Jue followed the source of the sound and saw a bouncing figure on the edge of the stage.

The red hair surged up like flames, penetrated half a bar away, and burned into Han Jue's heart.

Zhang Zishang, who was watching Han Jue's expression all the time, almost watched Han Jue's expression helplessly. In half a second, his face changed from a tired and indifferent face to a warm smile.

As soon as the killer appeared, he added a [gentle] state to the big devil Han Jue, weakening his domineering aura. Zhang Zishang quietly breathed a sigh of relief. I feel that I have finally found an effective way to deal with Han Jue, and finally I have not suffered a crushing defeat.

Since someone came, the song that Huang Jin was going to use to persuade Zhang Yiman could not be performed for the time being.

Huang Jin, who was on the stage, came down and greeted Zhang Zishang and the others with a smile.

"Brother Jin!" Zhang Zishang was very excited, with tears in the corners of his eyes flickering, seeing Huang Jin was like a wronged little daughter-in-law meeting her natal family.

"Uncle!~" Zhang Yiman was also very excited, she only had Han Jue in her eyes. When Han Jue came over, she circled around Han Jue like a little bee, and asked cheerfully in a rising tone——uncle, why did you come, and why did you not say anything when you came? It's not to give her a surprise, she likes such a surprise very much, and she will have more in the future...

As Huang Jin said before, she began to feel that the bar was bright and splendid.

Once the four are seated, start recording together.

Huang Jin first explained to Han Jue: "Yesterday when I was chatting with Zishang, I realized that our appointment was very close. I told him that we should record it together and put [Workplace Couple] together in the same frame. So you Don't blame Zishang, I asked him to bring you here secretly."

Han Jue felt the naughty and restless little hand in his palm, nodded, and did not intend to understand the real situation, expressing his acceptance of this unexpected arrangement.

Next, Huang Jin consciously acted as the control host, and asked Zhang Zishang and Han Jue: "How is your discussion going? Has the music style been settled yet?"

Zhang Zishang touched the teacup with both hands, hesitatingly said: "We haven't discussed that yet."

"What does it mean that we haven't reached the point of discussion? Isn't the style of music the first one to discuss?" Huang Jin was shocked when he heard that, and put his fingers together around Zhang Zishang who was sitting next to him and Han Jue who was sitting opposite him, " So what did you discuss?"

Zhang Zishang blinked his eyes and stopped talking, so Han Jue could only speak.

Han Jue said very frankly what they hadn't agreed on: "We haven't reached a consensus on [who will lead the creative process]."

Huang Jin, who has played several [Concert Specials] and collaborated with various music creators, couldn't understand: "Isn't it good for two people to lead together? This is cooperation, cooperation. Running-in is also part of cooperation."

Zhang Zishang nodded desperately, especially agreeing with Huang Jin's words.

Before being alone with Han Jue, Zhang Zishang felt like a fly stuck firmly by glue. Now that he has Huang Jin, he expects Huang Jin to be able to teach Han Jue the music of [Concert Special], not like that.

But Han Jue didn't feel too much pressure in the face of Huang Jin's question. He took a sip of water and said, "The problem is that he doesn't have any idea, he just wants to take the first place. If he doesn't expect a good ranking, it's okay to play [Happy Music] slowly. But, if he wants to take the first place If there is no name, there can only be one voice from the beginning to the end, which is efficient and secure.”

Although Han Jue didn't say it, his "only one voice" is actually "only listen to me".

【Assure? 】After Huang Jin heard it, he felt that Han Jue was too proud, as if he could win the first place just by listening to him. You must know that there are several divine comedies and good songs that have been co-produced in the previous [Concert Special Session]. No matter how famous the creators are, no one is sure that they can win the first place.

"Xiaoman, what do you think?" Some cruel words were really not suitable for Huang Jin to say, so he asked Zhang Yiman, hoping that Zhang Yiman could persuade her boyfriend.

Zhang Yiman's expression was very troubled.

"It's okay," Huang Jin encouraged, "Just tell the truth, don't be afraid."

Now that Huang Jin said that, Zhang Yiman told the truth: "I think what Uncle said is quite right."

"...Huh?" Huang Jin still kept a smile on his face.

"I think uncle is right!" Zhang Yiman thought that Huang Jin didn't hear clearly, so he said it again, with a firmer tone and a higher volume.

"No," Huang Jin said with an absurd expression, "Why is he right? What's wrong? Xiaoman, you can't favor him just because he's your boyfriend! We're partners in a team now! "

But Zhang Yiman did not say this because she wanted to stand up for her uncle unconditionally. At the same time, she also really felt that Han Jue was right: "From the style of the music to the theme to the lyrics, if you listen to the uncle, you will definitely get good grades." .Ah, your program group is so annoying, you invited Uncle to let me compete with Uncle. Otherwise, I can go to Uncle to ask for a song, and the first place will belong to Uncle and I.”

Huang Jin's face was full of question marks, and his already abstract appearance became even more abstract.

The most depressing thing at this moment is Zhang Zishang, the trump card he had placed high hopes on... so easily ran into the enemy's camp.

[I'm so stupid! ] Zhang Zishang sent a text message to Zhang Yiman a few days ago, saying that it would prompt her and Han Jue to meet more in "Extreme Man". Zhang Yiman replied that he was very happy. Zhang Zishang went on to say that he hoped that she would help him speak well in front of Han Jue. Zhang Yiman agreed at the time.

As a result, Zhang Yiman taught Zhang Zishang such a heavy and free lesson today.

Over there, Zhang Yiman continued to say: "Besides, it is also very important to keep one voice. Just take the matter between me and Mr. Huang as an example. We just discussed whether to make dance music for more than an hour. Finally Still haven’t decided, the efficiency is too low.”

Huang Jin was very excited when he heard it: "What hasn't been decided, why is the efficiency so low! That's because I didn't perform just now, you will definitely agree to choose dance music after I finish the performance!"

As Huang Jin spoke, he opened his thighs, wanting to step over Zhang Zishang and go out to the stage to finish singing what he hadn't performed. Finally, Zhang Zishang persuaded him to come back.

"Then if Zishang completely listens to you, what genre will you play?"

Huang Jin also didn't expect Zhang Yiman, who had taken a wrong stand, and planned to help his younger brother to discuss it himself.

"Now there is only a general direction, the specific style of music, and we have to test his singing skills." Han Jue glanced at Zhang Zishang who was pretending to be a quail.

"What about you, Zishang?" Huang Jin asked Zhang Zishang, "What kind of music do you want to make?"

"Ah, I..." Zhang Zishang hesitated for a while, unable to speak.

Huang Jin sighed inwardly, thinking that this child really has no idea, no wonder Han Jue planned to take care of him.

Huang Jin patted Zhang Zishang on the back and asked, "Let's not ask about the style of the song, what kind of effect do you hope to achieve after singing this time?"

The effect Zhang Zishang hoped to achieve in his heart was, of course, to become popular after singing.

But you can't say that, or Han Jue's fist will fall down.

Zhang Zishang thought for a while before saying: "I hope that after the singing, the audience will be impressed...not the funny kind of impression! It's the quality of the song itself, the kind of profoundness that people can't get enough of."

"Aren't you very thoughtful? Why didn't you say it just now?" Han Jue's expression made it difficult to see his current mood.

Zhang Zishang didn't speak, because he didn't dare to say that he came up with an idea after he was forced to rush.

"You see, Zishang has only one expectation - to be impressive, and he doesn't limit what genre you can give him. It's really a lot of steps forward. Other musicians will be envious." Huang Jin said earnestly. Zhang Zishang persuaded Han Jue.

Zhang Zishang nodded desperately.

"The lyrics, music, arrangement, and even choreography are all up to you to decide, and Zishang will not interfere. Okay? Make sure there is only one voice." Huang Jin glanced at Zhang Zishang, and Zhang Zishang clicked. He shook his head and had no objection, "The only thing is, you have to make the sub-shang like it first, and feel impressed, is that okay?"

Huang Jin had worked so hard for Zhang Zishang, and directly negotiated terms on his behalf.

Zhang Zishang nodded desperately, nodding desperately.

[You have to make him like it first, and feel impressed? 】Han Jue thought.

This is a very subjective judgment, and it is also an obvious trap. Whoever has the initiative to [like] has a veto right. If other producers agreed, it would be as difficult as meeting a Party A.

But this request is not difficult for Han Jue.

Han Jue has a bunch of high-quality works lying on the computer, so he can take out a few casually, not afraid that the other party will not like it, but that he will like it too much, okay?

Han Jue also knew that if he really didn't give in at all, the entanglement would probably get longer and longer, which would be contrary to his principle of saving time. Besides, this time it was the big brother Huang Jin who came forward to speak.

so……

"OK."

Han Jue agreed.

Zhang Zishang and Huang Jin breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Zhang Zishang looked at Huang Jin gratefully, but Huang Jin, a good old man, just smiled and didn't care too much about how much Zhang Zishang's gratitude and rewards he could get for this little effort.

"Okay, let's discuss our own." Huang Jin greeted Zhang Yiman who had been eating the fruit plate.

"I don't make dance music." Zhang Yiman replied without raising his head, with cantaloupe stuffed in his mouth.

"Come, come!" Huang Jin took off his coat and threw it on the seat fiercely, yelling: "Today I will use dance music to convince you, a little girl who doesn't understand the charm of dance music!"

After Huang Jin finished speaking, he walked past Zhang Zishang with difficulty, and then walked to the stage. It seems that the determination is so great that it can't be stopped.

The stage equipment has been adjusted just now. Huang Jin connected his mobile phone to the stereo, and the music of the kind of gas station that costs ten yuan for a ticket of one hundred "Big Dance Songs of the Year" rang out.

Huang Jin danced several songs in a row, but Zhang Yiman was unmoved, frowned and shook his head violently, and even refused to make dance music in his attitude.

Huang Jin's dance is very unprofessional, but he does it very seriously. The overall effect is nothing but funny. The atmosphere at the scene quickly became lively. After Huang Jin finished dancing, it was a pity that the stage was closed, and then he called Zhang Zishang to the stage to sing.

Zhang Zishang was very boring, singing the music of his own group, and brazenly advertising. After one song, Huang Jin quickly took the microphone away.

"Xiaoman! Come here!" Huang Jin greeted Zhang Yiman.

Zhang Yiman really likes to sing, and he would not refuse the opportunity to sing, so he went on stage and sang openly.

A group of three people, you and I sing one by one, making the bar look like a small concert.

And Han Jue didn't participate, and he wouldn't go if asked. Most of the time he sat down there, eating peanuts, and occasionally clapped his hands on the stage to encourage him.

Time passed quickly, and it was slowly evening, the bar was about to open, and it was almost time for them to leave.

But Zhang Yiman was reluctant to leave so soon, mainly because she spent too little time with Han Jue, no matter how long it took, she thought it was too little.

"Let Teacher Han play a song at the end!" Zhang Zishang didn't know if he had relaxed, but he became more courageous.

"Come, come, Xiaohan, you have listened to the concert for so long, you must come to one." Huang Jin also encouraged after listening. I didn't think about anything else, just for the show to look better.

"You come to sing a song too~ Uncle!" Zhang Yiman took Han Jue's arm and asked Han Jue to sing a song too, "Just one song~"

Han Jue couldn't bear Zhang Yiman's posture of climbing on him again, so he agreed quickly.

"Then what are you singing?" Han Jue asked as he walked to the stage.

"I want to listen to "Boy"! "Boy"!~" Zhang Yiman did not find a seat to sit down, but stood on the edge of the stage, resting his elbows on the stage, and looking up at the stage with his chin resting on his hands Han Jue. A fan girl.

Zhang Yiman was deeply impressed by Han Jue's unfinished song "Boy".

She wanted to listen to it again with a different mood this time. Listen to the song written by Han Jue to his ex-girlfriend from the perspective of his current girlfriend.

Huang Jin next to him thought to himself that the song "Boy" hadn't appeared in Han Jue's list of works. So is it unpublished, or has someone else published it?

Han Jue looked down at Zhang Yiman, who made himself look like a flower, and smiled lightly: "I won't sing "Boy" today, I will sing another one."

"What is it?" Zhang Yiman tilted her head and asked coquettishly, as if she would like whatever Han Jue sang.

"'Intimate Lover'."

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