Reborn wealth distribution system

Chapter 210 Flattering to a Realm

Zhumen KTV.

A large private room for nearly 20 people.

Ye An smiled and watched others handing the microphone to him, and nodded, showing no intention of rejecting others.

"Mr. An, what song do you like?" someone asked.

"Order a sea song for him!" Before Ye An could speak, Zhu Fengyu who was beside him had already said it with a smile.

Shaking his head, Ye An said speechlessly, "You remember that I can sing about the sea, right?"

"That's not it. I remember your high-pitched voice back then."

After a few more jokes, the prelude began.

Ye An picked up the microphone and began to brew emotions.

"From that distant sea..."

Ye An's voice is very neutral, not very pleasant, and it is still quite different from the original singer.

But just after singing a section, there was a burst of applause all around.

"It sings so well!"

"sounds amazing!"

"Ye Dong is awesome!"

"As expected of Director Ye, this song is even better than the original one!"

"Ye Dong must have practiced before, so he can't sing so well!"

Hearing the blatant flattery of these people around him, Ye An felt a little embarrassed.

Although I sing very well, there is no need to praise myself so much, it makes me feel embarrassed to sing.

After continuing to sing the second half, Ye An directly handed the microphone to the person next to him.

The second one to sing was naturally Zhu Fengyu.

He sang that it was raining all the time, and his singing voice was not bad. He was as good as Ye An, and he immediately received applause and applause from countless people after he sang.

Seeing this scene, Ye An and him looked at each other and smiled, obviously both of them were very helpless about this phenomenon.

After Zhu Fengyu finished singing, everyone shouted for Ye An to sing again.

Ye An waved his hand and said, "I won't sing for now, since you guys are here, let's sing two."

After evading back and forth, everyone saw that Ye An's expression was a little unsightly, and they stopped forcing the microphone to him. One of them glanced at the other and said, "Xiao Wang, why don't you sing, I remember you singing Very good."

"That's right, Xiao Wang, Dong Ye and Boss Zhu are here today, so you can sing us a song."

Hearing this, the boy called Xiao Wang smiled, then took the microphone and said, "Okay, then I'll sing a song for everyone. Don't take offense if you don't sing well."

After ordering a song randomly, Xiao Wang began to sing.

However, it didn't sound as good as expected.

Soon, everyone frowned.

"Xiao Wang, what's wrong with you today?"

"Are you out of state?"

"You don't usually go out of tune when you sing."

"I remember you sang this song very well last time."

"Is your throat uncomfortable today?"

"But if you have an uncomfortable throat, you won't be able to sing out of tune, right?"

Hearing what the people around him said, Ye An instantly understood that this was another sycophant trying to curry favor with him through singing.

In order not to overshadow their own limelight, they were obviously good at singing, but they deliberately sang out of tune in front of them, deliberately singing badly, the purpose must be to set off themselves, to set off their amazing singing skills.

Smiling and shaking his head, how could Ye An not see their small thoughts.

At that moment, Ye An was speechless after hearing such a group of people crying and howling with microphones, each singing worse than the other.

Dare to feel that they only thought of singing worse than themselves, didn't they think that their own singing was so ugly that it would scare others?
Ye An looked at them speechlessly, then walked out of the private room and went to the bathroom.

Seeing this, Zhu Fengyu also got up and walked out of the private room.

The two walked to the bathroom together.

Ye An looked at Zhu Fengyu jokingly, and said, "It's really difficult for you friends today."

Hearing this, Zhu Fengyu also smiled and said: "Yeah, I can't listen anymore."

Ye An shook his head with a smile, pretending to be melancholy and said: "These days, there is no one who dares to tell the truth. Hey, the world is really declining."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhu Fengyu who was holding up his trousers, and said, "You said you sang so badly, yet they still applaud you. It's just weird. Now I seriously doubt whether their ears have something wrong."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Fengyu couldn't help being taken aback, why did this sound so awkward?
After a while, he realized what Ye An meant, and immediately glared at Ye An with a stern face, and said, "What are you talking about? They applaud you for my sake, or do you think they would approve of your singing?"

Zhu Fengyu unceremoniously hurt Ye Anbo.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell you. Next time when no one is around, let's have a special song fight." Ye An smiled and shook off the water droplets on his hands, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Douge is fighting song, who is afraid of Who?" Zhu Fengyu was obviously full of confidence, and his aura was not empty at all.

The two talked and laughed, and returned to the KTV private room.

It was Eason Chan's "Ten Years" that was sung in the room, and the voice was good, the singing was very pleasant, and it had the charm of the original singing.

As a result, as soon as Ye An and Zhu Fengyu came in, the song style changed instantly.

The thick and hoarse voice immediately turned into a male duck's voice, and the tune couldn't find the north.

Seeing this scene, Ye An couldn't even laugh or cry.

Just sing and sing, do you want to be so exaggerated?
It's like sweeping yourself up.

If I don't come, they can sing better than anyone else, but if I come, they all become tone deaf.

For this, Ye An was speechless.

Flattering to this level, there is no one else.

If the Guinness Book of Records had an award for the best flatterer, then this award must go to them.

To be able to flatter so implicitly and euphemistically without losing grace, only these people in China can do it.

Ye An didn't have much insight before, but after seeing them today, Ye An really learned the flattering skills of these people.

No, this is no longer a technology, but a science.

To be more precise, this is already an art.

To be able to flatter in such a high-mountain, fresh and elegant way without being discovered or disgusted by the other party, the coexistence of truth and lies, reality and illusion, who can do this is undoubtedly not the best in the world of flattery.

Ye An couldn't help but start to look at these people with admiration.

He was thinking whether to form a group and gather all those who like to flatter, from the mainland to Hong Kong, and then abroad, flatter all the way, and spread this art of this country to foreign countries and the world.

Or, simply set up a crash course in sycophancy.

If you hire these people as teachers, they will definitely be the masters of the flattery world. If you want to teach outstanding talents, it will not be a matter of minutes.

In addition, this is an era where national conditions prevail and flatterers are rampant. If such a training class is really established, maybe we will actually make a lot of money in the future!

Thinking of this, Ye An's mind instantly became active.

　I've been quite busy recently, so I'll keep two updates every day for the time being, and I'll explode again when I'm free after a while, that's it, it should be fine ==
　　
　
(End of this chapter)