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Chapter 582 [Extra] Golden Media 3 (What if...?)

no! ah?

Lychee Terrace! New Year's Eve concert! The finale!

I? ? ?

Shen Miaomiao, who was originally sitting awkwardly opposite Gu Sheng, was no longer awkward now. She opened her small mouth and pointed at herself, with unbelievable astonishment on her face!

No!

Shen Miaomiao was no longer shocked, but terrified:

"Are you trying to hide the rules from me?!"

puff--! ! !

Gu Sheng squirted out a mouthful of tea!

"Uh-ke-ke-ke-ke-!"

Taking out paper to wipe his mouth, Gu Sheng looked up and down with a wary face. His eyes glanced at the glass pen holder from time to time, ready to give himself a big gourd of Nezha at any time:

"How...how did you see it?"

Seeing that Gu Sheng's brows were about to knit together and he seemed to have no wrong thoughts, Shen Miaomiao's eyes turned to concern again:

"Is that because you are sick?"

"Tsk——!"

Gu Sheng's eyes almost popped out:

"I asked you to go up and do the finale, and you actually scolded me, even in front of me! What kind of Mr. Dongguo and snake are you?"

Shen Miaomiao knew she was in the wrong, she stuck out her little tongue and muttered: "Don't you deserve the reward for being stabbed in the face... Besides, Mr. Dong Guo and the wolf, the farmer and the snake, what kind of diploma does Mr. Gu have...?"

What the hell-!

Gu Sheng felt that he was already warm, otherwise how could he be silenced.

What kind of evil creature did I recruit?

Seeing that the CEO who held the 'power of life and death' over her was so angry that she blushed and became thick-necked, Shen Miaomiao waved her hands quickly:

"I didn't mean that, I just... this news... this... doesn't make sense?"

I don’t understand, I really don’t understand!

I! Shen Miaomiao! I just came to Golden Media to report two hours ago!

A blank piece of paper, with a degree from a university in media and no work experience or works at all!

And he still calls me Xiao Nezha, so he must have not remembered my name!

How can I be so virtuous?

Going to a major satellite TV New Year’s Eve party?

And the finale?

The key is--!

This is a New Year’s Eve concert!

sound! happy! meeting!

It is different from half-on-mic "party" programs such as Mango TV, Shanghai TV, Zhongjing TV, and Dili Dili!

The concert on Lychee Terrace will be broadcast live on all open microphones!

This means that if a certain singer is slightly out of tune or off beat, it will be infinitely amplified and even lead to an irreparable live broadcast accident!

And from the time she joined Golden Wind Media until now, she hasn't even explained her personal experience clearly, let alone show off her singing voice!

But in this case.

The president in front of her, who had only met her for less than half a day and had just taken office...

Just name her and ask her to participate in such a live broadcast of a New Year's Eve concert?

And the finale?

Shen Miaomiao said that she could not understand the thinking of this little Mr. Gu...

What is so difficult to understand!

Seeing the confusion on Shen Miaomiao's face, Gu Sheng laughed in his heart.

Think of you as my cash cow!

Little Nezha, little Tuniu, little Palu!

From the moment you enter the company, your goose-like temperament has fully exposed your abilities.

Although I have never heard your story, your eyes are full of stories.

Are you afraid of being unable to hit the high notes or lowering the bass notes during a night concert, causing an accident if the tune is out of tune?

out! You can go out! It would be a pity if you don’t come out!

Now, Moritani has brought a new investment to Zhendian Milk, which is owned by the Gu family. The money came from Golden Media to make additional investment in Lychee Terrace through Zhendian's channels, allowing Zhendian to become the "industry sponsor brand" of the party. "Promoted to "Official Partner".

In return, Moritani will mediate and exert pressure to push the Lychee Channel's program quota to the finale.

Perhaps for other brokerages, this adjustment will not be easy.

However, Golden Media is not an ordinary brokerage company. The business tycoon Gu standing behind it will naturally exert silent pressure.

By the time!

As long as Little Nezha has a problem at the party, he can invest another publicity fee to clear Little Nezha's name and force the blame on the performer's equipment——

"Just a stranger, I feel that the girl's singing skills are definitely not bad, but the equipment at the Lychee Station is too stretched on the crotch. I believe the future is promising."

“Originally I was indifferent, but the courage to insist on fully opening the mic even though I knew the equipment was inadequate is enough to turn Lu into fans.”

"Resist the garbage equipment at Lychee Terrace, Miaomiao is beautiful alone"

"Why is there no serious preparation for the stage design, camera movement, and sound preparation for a concert that lasts all night?"

"What a regretful debut stage. Where does the regret come from? It comes from the low equipment of the Lychee stage and a series of operations..."

Hard washed copy like this.

Isn’t it disgusting! I'm just asking you if it's disgusting!

It's obvious that I'm a bad singer, but I'm going to give you the equipment!

Even if others can sing it without any problem, I still have to close my eyes and do it!

As a result, the rapid decline in popularity will inevitably bring a more serious disaster to the release of the single!

By the time!

The bulk of the money is spent on upgrading the sponsorship level, and there is also a lot of money spent on initial promotions and cleanup after the incident. In addition, the funds for the promotion of the single... add up all the miscellaneous things, starting from seven figures, and may even reach eight figures. .

What if I lose all my money...?

Millions turn into tens of millions in seconds!

Thinking of this, Gu Sheng couldn't help but reveal a mysterious and obscure smile, which made Shen Miaomiao tremble:

"Miaomiao, you also know that the only person in the company who can be called a facade is Chu Qingzhou,"

"This is obviously not enough for us at Golden Media,"

"If you want to develop stably in the entertainment industry, or even go further, you cannot be content with the status quo,"

"We need a new generation of little flowers who will be popular with their own hands..."

so--

Hearing this, Shen Miaomiao grinned and pointed at herself: "Is that me?"

Gu Sheng was silent for a moment, nodded, shook his head again, and said with deep meaning: "It may or may not be you."

Gu Sheng is a thief.

He knew very well that this arrangement was an unbelievably big pie for a little girl who had just entered the entertainment industry, and it was inherently unconvincing.

If you don't find a decent reason, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain your "single favor".

Therefore, Gu Sheng secretly revealed to Shen Miaomiao in his words, "You are not the only one chosen by heaven" - Gold Media is so big, and if you don't do it, there will always be Parlu.

I see! ! !

Shen Miaomiao naturally understood such an obvious hint!

I understand! This is a test given to me by Mr. Gu!

Nowadays, Mr. Gu has the golden backing because he spares no expense in selecting direct artists.

If you can pass this test, you will definitely become the mainstay of the company, a super star, and rise to the top in the future.

If you fail to pass the test, you will probably be forgotten. After all, it is not unheard of for trainees to practice for ten years.

If you say so...

"Please rest assured, Mr. Gu! I will definitely work hard! I will strive to be a blockbuster!"

Shen Miaomiao's eyes were blazing and her face was full of determination.

Thinking back on my previous life as a resident at the Qing Bar, and then looking back on my four years of hibernation in this life.

The desire to shine brightly in the spotlight has never been greater.

Now, the road to becoming a queen has opened the door for her, and Mr. Gu has placed his sincere hopes in his heart.

Both emotionally and rationally, this is a rare opportunity that she must not miss!

This time, I will be a blockbuster!

"Let Mr. Gu's face shine! Create a sales miracle for gold!"

Shen Miaomiao spoke confidently and impassionedly.

Gu Sheng's eyes were as if he were looking at a psychopath, and the corners of his eyes twitched:

"...Okay, okay, I wish you success, hehe."

…

Success is the only thing that matters!

The next day! It’s almost time to get off work!

As Moritani sent back the good news that everything had been arranged, Gu Sheng also looked at the first rebate receipt he had successfully created and was overjoyed——

[Project: New Year’s Eve Concert Digital Single]

[Project investment amount: 7.86 million yuan]

[Project settlement time: 7 days]

[Project rebate rate: 10 times]

[Current revenue amount: 0 yuan]

[Estimated rebate amount: 78.6 million yuan]

[Remaining settlement time: waiting to be opened]

God help me!

Seven days!

7.86 million sales!

Not to mention the commission from the music platform, just counting the turnover alone, based on the average price of a digital single album of 3 yuan/piece, this album would need to sell more than 2.6 million copies in just seven days to barely achieve a return. Book!

joke!

Let’s just say that little Nezha is a little-known little guy!

Even Cheng Heshu, who already has a certain reputation and fan base in the entertainment industry, can't guarantee that his mini digital album will achieve this result!

This wave of losses is a sure thing!

Thinking about it!

Gu Sheng stood up while humming a little tune and prepared to go home from get off work.

However.

Right now.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door from outside.

Gu Sheng was stunned for a moment.

Moritani had just finished reporting to him. He had just gone out with his front foot, why did he come back again?

"Enter,"

Gu Sheng responded casually:

"What's wrong, Moritani-san, did you forget something..."

Click.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sneaky little Nezha who poked his head in as the office door opened.

A pair of big eyes on Xiao Yuan's face shone like stars, and they were shining with a cunning and cautious light at the moment, like a little fox that accidentally broke into a forbidden area.

"Hey...Mr. Gu, are you leaving?"

Seeing Gu Sheng half-wearing a windbreaker, Shen Miaomiao stuck out her tongue and asked carefully.

"I'll get off work at that time,"

Gu Sheng slowly put on his sleeves and frowned slightly:

"What's the matter with you?"

"Are you in a hurry?" Shen Miaomiao bared her teeth with a bit of embarrassment: "If you are not in a hurry...can you help me wear a rap?"

Gu Sheng:?

Ask your boss to dress you in Rap?

Seemingly knowing that his request was a bit abrupt, Xiao Nezha rubbed his hands and said:

"I just came here. I don't know anyone else. I only know you, the boss. I heard that you also studied acting, so I just wanted to... uh... help you?"

Sound table form table, four basic courses of performing arts, in which the full name of "sheng" is vocal music.

So in theory, as long as the actor is a professional actor, his vocal performance will not be too bad, at least it should be better than the average person who has not received systematic training.

Seeing Gu Sheng's confused face, Shen Miaomiao also pouted her little mouth, put on a pitiful expression, held her little hands up and bowed repeatedly:

"Just a short five minutes, it's very simple, okay?"

Gu Sheng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Bold, reckless, abrupt, stupid.

There seemed to be many reprimands that could be applied at this time, but in the end, Gu Sheng just shrugged dumbfounded, took off his half-worn coat, and put it on his hands: "Let's go."

Maybe he was curious about the songs prepared by Little Nezha for the evening concert.

By some mistake, Gu Sheng waved his hand without much hesitation and followed Little Nezha to the recording studio.

"Thank you, thank you...Thank you so much...Thank you, boss..."

Moving to help the soldiers obviously made little Nezha very happy. He was shaking his head all the way, and even walked with a gesture of disowning his relatives.

Entering the recording studio, he was even more attentive and eager, serving tea and water, and was very happy.

"To be courteous for nothing is to be either an adulterer or a thief."

Taking the mineral water from Little Nezha, Gu Sheng looked suspicious:

"You don't act like the task is simple."

"Oh, Anla boss~"

Shen Miaomiao unscrewed the bottle cap with a click, clinked glasses with Gu Sheng and said:

"It's really simple. You only have two lines of harmony and three lines of rap, and I take care of the rest!"

ha?

Hearing this, Gu Sheng couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart!

Listening to Xiao Nezha’s confident words, could it be possible——

"You've already written the song?!"

Holy shit! Damn it!

Gu Sheng's hand holding the mineral water couldn't help but tremble.

I joined the job yesterday morning and composed the song this afternoon?

What the hell is this human being?

broken! Isn't this little country girl a well-hidden talent?

"Uh... I just wrote it blindly, hehe..."

Shen Miaomiao seemed to know that her speed was a bit shocking, Shen Miaomiao grinned:

"A sudden inspiration...yes, just a sudden inspiration..."

How should I explain this to you?

Shen Miaomiao secretly stuck her tongue out in her heart.

As a time traveler, I have restrained myself by not composing lyrics and music live in front of you yesterday.

After all...I didn't write this stuff.

For the single given by the system, not to mention the lyrics and music, even the arrangement was done clearly for me.

I am just a porter, there is no technical difficulty.

Said.

Shen Miaomiao took out a piece of handwritten music score that had been modified by Gou Gou and handed it to Gu Sheng.

There are no lyrics for the main and chorus on the score, and there is no arrangement mark. There are only very simple simplified scores, and the rap part that he needs to intersperse.

Putting the score on the table of the mixing console, Shen Miaomiao pointed at a short section of the chorus score and said:

"After I finish singing this short section, it will be your rap part, and then it will be a small loop. Then you will say another line, and your words will be over for this part."

"That's it……?"

Looking at his pitiful few words on the score, Gu Sheng's eyebrows almost knitted together.

You call this Rap?

Two sentences?

Six words?

Do you still need to find me?

The security guard at the gate of this fucking building can put it on for you when he comes!

"Well, there's another one at the back, that one is a little longer,"

Seeing the expression on Gu Sheng's face, Shen Miaomiao quickly explained:

"But we'll record that later. Let's try the rhythm of this part first."

Talking!

Shen Miaomiao stretched out her small hand with a slender green-white pink jade finger and pointed at the short section before Rap:

"La la swoosh, dole mi, dole mi, mi la la swoosh, dole mi -"

Play the long note!

Shen Miaomiao raised her little hand and pointed at Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng understood the idea and looked at the lyrics. He looked aggrieved and unbelievable. Full of doubts and bewilderment, he spoke with difficulty and full of hesitation:

"Stay...stay...?"

"Why--"

Shen Miaomiao waved her hands and shook her head:

"That's not the case. The feelings are not right. You need to be firmer and stronger to serve as a short rest. In this way, you can say something!"

"Huh? Ah...oh..."

Gu Sheng felt like a normal person who had rashly entered a mental hospital, trying hard to keep in sync with the little Nezha who was suffering from some kind of mental illness:

"La...la la swoosh dore mi dore mi, mi la la swoosh come dore mi -?"

After making a long note, Gu Sheng looked at Little Nezha.

Little Nezha was seen clenching his hands into fists at this moment, lowering his voice, his anger sinking into his Dantian, and his voice echoed through Changhong:

"stay!"

Grass! ! !

Gu Sheng even wanted to tear up the score for a moment!

What the hell is this?

It seems that I was worrying too much before!

The song that was written in a day and a half is indeed the best among the bumpkins and the weirdest among the weird!

What kind of rubbish is this?

Leave the hammer behind!

It would be strange if this bastard didn't get scolded for going to bed at night! ! !

(End of chapter)