Want Me To Let Go? The Backhand Is A Compendium Of Materia Medica

Chen Feng hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "There is no problem in writing songs, but I doubt that you have discussed it with Brother Jie?"

"Brother Jie? Did he just invite you to sing?"

"Um."

"Well, it's just a coincidence."

"I know, I'll give you a song when we meet on Monday."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Zhao Qinghan came up and joked, "You're quite busy. Even the kings and queens ask you for song invitations."

"Oh, there's nothing I can do about it. Being too good is also a worry."

"Seriously, what song are you going to write for them?"

Chen Feng did not answer her question, but quietly opened the system mall and searched inside.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Zhao Qinghan couldn't help but urge, "Why don't you speak?"

"I was just thinking about what song would be suitable."

"Have you thought about it?"

Chen Feng nodded and said hesitantly: "Are you willing to partner with Luo Ziyi? There is a song that suits you very well."

"Huh? What song?"

"Wild Wolf disco." (Originally I wanted to put it in Chinese, but it felt inappropriate, so I had to change it to this one!)

. . .

At nine o'clock on Monday morning, Chen Feng and Zhao Qinghan arrived at Tianjing CCTV on time. The reception staff took them to a large room. Looking around, there were at least a hundred celebrities and artists in the room. Waiting for rehearsal.

And with the arrival of the two people, many people at the scene focused on them. Zhao Qinghan will not talk about it. After all, she is a domestic Grand Slam Best Actress. They all know each other. What everyone is curious about is the person next to her. Chen Feng, after all, this guy has been in the limelight recently and is a very popular figure in the industry.

Seeing so many people looking at him, Chen Feng waved his hands to them, "Uh? Everyone, sit down, you're welcome."

As soon as these words came out, all the celebrities had dark expressions on their faces, and they all complained in their hearts, "Who is being polite to you? Do we know each other?"

"Haha, you guy, don't be embarrassed there, come and sit here."

Hearing Zhou Tianwang's voice, Chen Feng's face lit up, and he pulled Zhao Qinghan to sit next to him and said with a smile, "Brother Jie, you're here very early."

"Nonsense, Qinghan is also tired of following you. He is a conspicuous thing wherever he goes."

"Huh? That said, do you still want to sing?"

King Zhou Tianwang heard this and quickly talked about it and said, "Brother, have you finished writing?"

"Now, here it is." Chen Feng took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

"Hehehe, it's better for you to do things properly." As soon as Zhou Chengjie took the USB flash drive, he heard Chen Feng whispering there.

"Giving songs to people every day, even if it's free, I also need a USB flash drive. No, you have to pay me for the USB flash drive."

Zhao Qinghan whispered, "Look at your potential."

While the three of them were chatting, Luo Ziyi also came over, "Where is my song? Is it finished?"

Chen Feng glanced at her and said calmly, "Give me money first, 100 yuan. The songs are free, but the USB flash drive is."

"U disk money? How stingy..." Luo Ziyi curled her lips, took out her mobile phone and added his WeChat account, and transferred a hundred yuan to him.

"You want to sing this song with Sister Qinghan, is that okay?"

"Huh?" Luo Ziyi frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "No problem, but you have to refund me fifty yuan for the song we sang together. Why should I pay for the USB drive myself?"

Chen Feng quickly refused, "That won't work. Do you want it or not? When will the rehearsal start?"

"You go and sign up for the program. Rehearsals will be arranged only after you sign up for the program."

"I'm convinced, you old guys, you should have told me earlier." Chen Feng quickly found the staff, took out a USB flash drive from his trouser pocket and handed it to them, "This is my show song."

Zhou Chengjie and Luo Ziyi also came over at the same time, handed each other the USB flash drive, and signed up for their programs.

The staff member looked at the identical USB flash drives in the three hands and said awkwardly, "Ahem, the three teachers use the same model, haha."

Chen Feng rolled his eyes speechlessly, "What do you mean the same style? I bought them all."

. . .

After reporting the program, the four of them sat together and chatted, and Chen Feng slowly understood the rules of the rehearsal.

The Spring Festival Gala generally requires five large-scale rehearsals. Each rehearsal will screen out some unsatisfactory programs. Only when the final list is left and the order is arranged, can the performances be performed on the day of the Spring Festival Gala.

Moreover, the Spring Festival Gala does not provide any fees, including no appearance fees. All artists pay for it themselves, but even so, many stars in the entertainment industry still flock to it.

As time passed, Zhou Chengjie, Luo Ziyi, and Zhao Qinghan went to rehearsal one after another, leaving Chen Feng alone in the lounge looking around.

Just when he was bored, a very distinctive face suddenly appeared in his sight. The man wore a gray liberation hat on his head, and underneath the hat was a slender, shoehorned face.

On either side of him were a man and a woman, both of whom were somewhat fat.

Seeing the combination of these three people, Chen Feng was thoughtful, stepped forward and said with a smile: "What do you call the three of you?"

The three of them were obviously at a loss, "Are you talking to us?"

"Of course, you three are also here to rehearse? What kind of show is it?"

The middle-aged man with a shoehorned face hesitated and said, "Yes, we are also here to rehearse and perform a sketch."

"Small piece?" Chen Feng asked quickly, "How was the result?"

The three of them looked at each other and said with a wry smile, "It probably won't work. The director asked us to change the script."

"Hey, uncle, you three are from Guandong, right? If you don't mind, can we find a place to chat later? I have a good sketch script here, can you guys take a look?"

"Skit? Really?"

Chen Feng said solemnly, "It's true, I'm just a puppy. You guys wait here for me for a while. When the rehearsal is over, let's find a place to eat and chat while we eat."

. . .

Fortunately, the three of them were not kept waiting for long. Chen Feng came out of the rehearsal room quickly. He, Zhou Chengjie, Luo Ziyi, and Zhao Qinghan found the shoehorned face and took them to a nearby store. Dining room.

After a brief conversation, Chen Feng also learned the names of the three people. The shoehorned face was called Zhao Laowang, the fat aunt was called Gao Cuilan, and the fat uncle was called Fan Jian.

"Uncle Zhao, your show has been canceled? Can you tell me the plot of the sketch?"

As an authentic rural person, Zhao Laowen was still very simple in nature. He didn't think there was anything wrong at the moment and told everyone about the script of his sketch.

After listening to his script, Chen Feng said seriously: "I won't comment on your sketch, so why don't you listen to my script."

That's right, the script Chen Feng was talking about was the very classic "Selling Kidnapping" in his previous life. The funny lines and his eloquent explanation made everyone listen with gusto.

"I think it's okay, little brother, do you have a script for this skit?"

"Hehe, of course." Chen Feng smiled mysteriously, took out a USB flash drive from his trouser pocket and handed it to the other party, "Hey, here is the script."

Zhao Laowen carefully took the USB flash drive and said solemnly, "Little brother, I recognize you as my friend. If you encounter any trouble in Guandong in the future, come to me."