You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 42 Amazing

   January 28th.

   Wu Zhenhong originally planned to chat all the artists of the H56 girl group individually, and then set a direction for them.

but……

  Plans can never keep up with change.

  Wu Zhenhong never dreamed that one day, the works he wrote would be crumpled up by himself, then thrown into the trash and cleaned out of the office like garbage.

  I can't even dream that I would go to bed on time at nine o'clock in the evening and work all night in the office!

   Outside the window.

  The sun shines on the white snowflakes on the roof, reflecting a vast and hazy white world.

   He kept recalling Zhou Yang standing in front of him, singing "Invisible Wings" and "Girl Waving Wings".

   Zhou Yang doesn't sing well.

   Many parts are sung with broken notes, vibrato, vibrato, so amateur Wu Zhenhong feels broken!

   Of course, his voice is innately good...

   has a congenital magnetism, and at the same time, the vocal range and timbre are very good, and it can be elongated. If Wu Zhenhong is trained, he thinks that at least Zhou Yang can be trained to be the type of Liu Tianwang.

   Even, Wu Zhenhong felt that after Zhou Yang learned some special singing skills through a series of systematic training, he could become a very distinctive singer.

   As for the upper limit...

   It depends on what matches Zhou Yang's songs.

   After all, a song can make a singer, and a singer can make a song.

   These all complement each other.

   Of course, Wu Zhenhong didn't pay attention to Zhou Yang after Zhou Yang finished singing.

   He asked Zhou Yang to leave first.

  After Zhou Yang left, he was immersed in the melody of "Invisible Wings" and "Girl Waving Wings"...

   This melody was like a tide, reverberating in his mind over and over again, as if he had seen some peerless treasure, he held the lyrics excitedly and read it over and over again.

Then……

   He picked up the pen, outlined the notes on the staff, and revised them repeatedly.

   "Dong Dong Dong!"

   "Mr. Wu, it's time for dinner..."

   "Please don't knock on the door without my permission, and don't let anyone else knock on the door, I'll just say it once..."

  “…”

   He didn't have dinner.

  When a person is immersed in the elf-like melodies, he can no longer feel "physical" hunger.

   He was once the godfather of the Hong Kong era, creating kings, queens, and even one of the indelible characters of an era. Of course, he has amazing talent, but more is his extraordinary concentration and harshness to his works.

  The scratch paper is covered with notes over and over, he frowns, crumples into a ball and throws it away, then keeps writing, keeps frowning, keeps throwing away…

  Some say the night is too long.

   But for him, the night was too short, and in a trance, he saw the dawn of the next day.

  ……………………

  An Xiao came to the company and saw Wu Zhenhong's assistant Zhou Xi sitting on the bench by the door with her head lowered in a daze.

   She noticed that Zhou Xi's eye circles were a little red and bloodshot, and then there was a pot of unused lunch and breakfast under her feet...

  An Xiao is very strange.

   She walked over subconsciously.

   "Mr. An, can you... can you knock on the door for me?"

  “…”

   "Mr. Wu has been shutting himself up in the office since yesterday morning. He didn't eat dinner, and he doesn't have breakfast now. I'm so scared..."

  “…”

   "I don't dare knock on the door, I'm afraid to disturb him and annoy him and make him angry, I can only wait here..."

  “…”

   "But, I'm so scared, I don't know what's wrong, I've been Mr. Wu's assistant for so long, and I've never seen Mr. Wu like this... What if... what should I do!"

  “…”

   Zhou Xi was about to burst into tears as she spoke, clenching her fists, her eyes were full of worry and fear.

  An Xiao handed the little girl a piece of paper.

   "You also waited here all night?"

   "Well... in case Mr. Wu wants to eat, I can buy it anytime. Mr. Wu has a bad stomach. If he is given cold food, he will not be able to bear..." The little girl lowered her head.

   "Go and rest first." An Xiao said helplessly after hearing the little girl's voice, "I will talk to President Wu."

   "..." The little girl hesitated for a moment, and finally shook her head.

   She seemed to want to be at the door of the room.

  An Xiao didn't say anything after seeing this, but came to the door and knocked gently on the door.

   knocked on the door for the first time, but there was no response.

   On the second knock on the door...

   "I said, please don't knock on the door without my permission!"

  “…”

   A dry voice came from inside the house.

   "Mr. Wu... Let's eat!" After hearing the voice, An Xiao said these words calmly.

   Silence in the house...

After a long silence, An Xiao heard a long sigh, and a few minutes later, the door opened.

   On the sofa, on the desk, on the ground...

  An Xiao saw the manuscripts scattered all over the place.

   Wu Zhenhong stood up staggeringly, his face a little sallow, but his attention was concentrated on the two manuscripts from beginning to end.

  An Xiao walked in with the still-hot breakfast porridge and placed it gently on the table.

   "These two songs, we need to find two suitable singers to sing..."

   Wu Zhenhong didn't look at An Xiao, but picked up the porridge, took a sip, and muttered to himself as he drank.

   "Mr. Wu, I think you need to take a break..." An Xiao shook his head and sighed slightly after seeing Wu Zhenhong's appearance.

   She had never seen Wu Zhenhong look so serious before.

"I'm in good spirits, I'll just finish compiling the last score... This kid Zhou Yang has given me such a big problem. I suspect that this kid is here to show me off..." Wu Zhenhong laughed , while the words are full of helplessness.

   "Is this the lyrics written by Director Zhou?" An Xiao was taken aback, even though she had always been calm, she was a little shocked at this moment.

   "Who else? Well, Mr. An, please go out first, and I'll work out the overall tune..."

  “…”

  An Xiao left the office silently.

   Before leaving, I took another look at the messy manuscripts scattered all over the place...

   Then, the office door closed gently.

   She was a little shocked, and at the same time she was curious about the lyrics written by Zhou Yang, so that a character like Wu Zhenhong could help him compose music so seriously.

   But with her temperament, she won't ask any more questions.

   She suddenly thought of how that day, from the door of Xingcai Company, the woman named Sun Fangfang hurriedly held the manuscript and faced Zhou Yang...

   She recalled what happened to Zhou Yang at Xingcai Company a year ago...

   Immediately, the scene of Zhou Yang's script that shocked the Public Security Bureau appeared in his mind.

   Maybe!

  Xingcai never imagined that there was such a rare talent until it went bankrupt and waited all day at the door of their company.

   Just when An Xiao returned to the office, An Xiao received a call.

   is from Zhou Yang.

   "Mr. An...I want to take two days off."

"What's wrong?"

   "I took a crash course in film editing..."

  “???”

   (end of this chapter)