Singing at the beginning rewards the 100 billion group

Follow him will only be poor for life.

"Sisi, what are you dawdling about?"

"Since he has said that, why do you ask again, this kind of person can't be supported by mud, he is a waste, our Tianhua company doesn't need this kind of singer"

A young man in a suit walked up to him.

He is Wang Sisi's current boyfriend, Zhao Bin.

Broker of Tianhua Brokerage Company.

He has several well-known singers under him, who are well-known in the industry and earn a lot of money.

Downstairs, parked his car, an Audi a6, with a starting price of 40.

Humph, hypocritical woman.

When he was in school, Zhang Yuan still thought she was pretty good, but now, this kind of woman made him lose his appetite.

Wang Sisi was very disappointed and said: "Zhang Yuan, it's because you didn't seize the opportunity. I really saw you through and didn't have any ambitions, hmph"

The two were about to leave, but they saw a fat middle-aged man running over quickly, with a hurried expression, as if there was something urgent.

"Hey, Mr. Fang, why are you here?"

Zhao Bin was taken aback. It was Fang Yuan, the general manager of Tianhua Company, who came here.

Tianhua's number one boss, he has to curry favor with him.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yuan turned a blind eye to Zhao Bin and went straight to Zhang Yuan.

When he came to Zhang Yuan, Fang Yuan bowed deeply, and said respectfully: "Mr. Zhang, please forgive me for taking the liberty to visit. I have a matter of work, and I would like to ask you for advice."

Chapter 3 Professional Breath

Wang Sisi and Zhao Bin looked at each other, did they hear it wrong?

Hallucination?

Fang Yuan actually called Zhang Yuan Mr. Zhang.

His attitude is quite respectful.

Fang Yuan almost regarded himself as a servant and Zhang Yuan as his master.

Who would have imagined that Fang Yuan, a tycoon in the industry, would bow his head to a young man in his twenties who had failed in his career.

"Mr. Fang, you're right. He's the only one? He's just a piece of trash with a failed career." Zhao Bin questioned loudly.

He didn't believe it at all.

Fang Yuan said: "He is the actual controller of Tianhua Company and owns 80.00% of the shares. To put it bluntly, I am just working for Mr. Zhang."

Wang Sisi was taken aback.

Beautiful eyes wide open.

What exactly is going on?

A down-and-out young man is actually the controller of a large company.

This worth, no matter what, must be more than one billion.

Is this still Zhang Yuan?

Why does he hide his identity, is it just to experience life?

Hehe, is this popular among the rich and handsome nowadays?

It was as if someone had slapped her cheek hard, and Wang Sisi felt ashamed and blushed.

Just now, and before, she actually pointed fingers at a rich man, insulted him, and offended him severely.

If she hadn't broken up, she would be the rich wife now.

Much better than Zhao Bin.

How can a small agent be compared with a big boss.

"Hehe, it turned out to be Mr. Zhang. I had a misunderstanding just now, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhao Bin had a thick skin and hurriedly apologized.

Wang Sisi must also seize the opportunity and not miss the opportunity to become the wife of a wealthy family.

"Zhang Yuan, I was the one who was wrong before. I'm sorry, please forgive me. I know I was wrong. I am sincere to you. I hope, can we start again?"

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "You all go, I don't want to see you"

Cold rejection.

Both wishes came to nothing.

Especially for Wang Sisi, remorse, anger, shame, all kinds of complex emotions are intertwined.

"You guys go first, I want to talk to Mr. Zhang about things"

Fang Yuan ordered.

The two were helpless and had to leave here.

Before leaving, Wang Sisi looked back at Zhang Yuan reluctantly.

"Mr. Zhang, the video of your singing has become popular on the Internet. From my judgment, you are very talented in music. I wonder if you have any intention to develop a music career," Fang Yuan asked.

Zhang Yuan once loved music.

He was also a well-known singer in the whole school during college, but hobbies cannot be eaten as food.

Most musicians on the market have a monthly income of less than 1000 yuan.

In the past, Zhang Yuan didn't dare to rely on singing for a living.

it's OK now.

"Ding"

"Mission: Since the host has a talent for singing, please record a song immediately and say no to crying, I hope the host will continue to work hard"

"Bonus Skill: Professional Breath"

The sound of the system sounded.

There is another task.

It's just this reward that makes Zhang Yuan very happy.

Breath is the most important and basic skill in singing.

A stable and long breath is inseparable from the singer's usual training. Now that the system has rewards, it saves a lot of trouble.

If so, record it.

"Find me a recording studio, I want to record songs," Zhang Yuan said.

"Yes"

Fang Yuan contacted immediately.

An hour later, Zhang Yuan appeared in this luxurious recording studio.

Well-decorated, advanced equipment.

"Mr. Zhang, this recording studio is usually only open to top singers, and the equipment inside is the best, but from now on, this recording studio is yours, and no one else can use it,"

Fang Yuan is very good at handling affairs, and quickly recruited arrangers, sound engineers and other professionals.

"This is Ke Fan, a gold medal arranger in the industry"

"This is Wang Yang, the gold medal recordist"

Fang Yuan introduced them one by one.

Advanced equipment, top talents, these are the treatment only those king singers have.

Today, facing Zhang Yuan, these industry leaders are all respectful.

"Well, Fang Yuan, you did a good job."

Zhang Yuan was indeed very satisfied.

He had heard the names of the big bosses in front of him a long time ago, but now, because of his status, the big bosses became his subordinates.

"Mr. Zhang is over the award, this is what I should do." Fang Yuan was very humble.

"Mr. Zhang, I've heard your song, and I've already written the arrangement," Ke Fan said.

"Mr. Zhang, the equipment debugging is finished, when do you think it will start?" Wang Yang asked.

Zhang Yuan said, "Let's start now."

Zhang Yuan walked into the recording studio, he was very familiar with the songs.

So he puts his earphones on and points them at the mic.

started to sing.

"Without contact, later life

I always listen to others say,

Tell me what's wrong with you, tell me what's going on with you,

I am the one who can't let go

When there are many people, stay in the corner”

When Zhang Yuan sings, the sound engineer will adjust the recording level.

Also adjust the loudness of the microphone and accompaniment.

A song is made by many people.

Now singing about not crying, Zhang Yuan's mood is different again.

In Xinghai Square before, Zhang Yuan was in a depressed mood.

Career failure, life frustration, love, friendship betrayed.

But now, his singing is less sad and more smug.

There is always a way out.

I, Zhang Yuan, also have a day to stand up.

"After you leave me, ask me to live a good life,

Afraid of disturbing me who wants to be free,

At this moment, you still care about what others think of me,

Trying to explain, it's not my fault,

It's you who want to go, seeing you sad,

The words of retention were not spoken,

You will smile and let me go, saying that you will not cry and let me go,"

Zhang Yuan sang smoothly, but at the suggestion of the sound engineer, he still sang it several times.

The entire recording process lasted for more than an hour.

The song is finished.

The crowd was full of praise.

"Mr. Zhang, your singing voice is transparent and full of emotions. According to my estimation, your grades should be very good. I don't know if you have any intention to choose a manager to help you handle affairs?" Fang Yuan said.

Zhang Yuan directly shook his head and refused: "I don't need an agent for now, let's talk about it later."

Ke Fan said: "Mr. Zhang, your song is very good. Coupled with your unique and deep voice, I think this song is perfect. I don't know who wrote this song? Was it written by Luo Tang?"

Zhang Yuan knew Luo Tang, he was a gold medal composer in the industry.

He usually composes music for heavenly kings and queens, and ordinary people can't invite him.

Zhang Yuan shook his head again: "No, I wrote this myself"