Entertainment system: Diva's road to the top

[Student He Yiche, I think you have already called your mother, right?We are really optimistic about you and want to build you into the next "Wu Qi". There are many things that cannot be explained on the phone. How about we have a good talk at the 10 cafe in front of your school at 30:1956 tomorrow morning?I'll always be there waiting for you, see you soon. 】

He Yiche looked at the text message and sighed softly.

It seemed that Zhang Xingxiao had to see him, since he was forced to this point, he couldn't do it if he didn't go.

He turned off his mobile phone, hurriedly finished the rest of the meal in the bowl, and returned to the dormitory.

Lying on the bed after washing up, he had time to check the WeChat messages. Basically, the unread messages were sent from the group of four.

Uncle Zhuo and Sister Schumer were joking in the group, and posted the time and location of the Saturday meeting in the group, and he politely replied to the two of them before closing WeChat.

Then opened Taobao.

After the recording of the program, He Yiche received a large announcement fee - 10 yuan. He never thought that he, an ordinary student, would get as much as 10 yuan for participating in the recording of a small program.

After the money was paid, he sent 5 yuan to his family, hoping that they could rent a store to sell fried skewers instead of pushing that small cart every day in the wind and rain.

And now there is still 5 yuan left, and he wants to buy a digital mixer that he has wanted to buy for a long time online, which can be used for music in the dormitory.

After searching, the price ranges from a few thousand yuan to tens of thousands of yuan.

He gritted his teeth and ordered a mixer for about 3 yuan. He has always been frugal in living expenses, but he is extremely willing to spend money on music.

When the page showed that the purchase was successful, he was taken aback. This was probably the largest sum of money he had ever spent.

But thinking that when the mixer comes back in a few days, he can use his first mixer to produce the song he just wrote.

He Yiche fell asleep contentedly.

In mid-November, Beiqi has officially entered winter, and the lowest temperature has reached below zero.Even though He Yiche had no class on Tuesday morning, he woke up at 11:7 am on time.

The window was still shrouded in darkness, and with the sound of his roommate's snoring, He Yiche carefully got up from the bed to wash and tidy up, for fear of disturbing the other party.

Then he walked out of the dormitory building with his schoolbag on his back. A gust of cold wind blew, making him shiver. He pulled the zipper of his clothes up to the top of his neck, put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the piano room.

It was much warmer in the piano room, so he put down his schoolbag and took out the score he wrote yesterday.

The song is probably almost finished, now he should try to write the lyrics.

He first played the piece he wrote yesterday again, and countless pictures flooded into his mind. Grasping these inspirations, he began to write the beginning of the song on paper:

The wind of late autumn blows slowly, where do you pass by as a wanderer, the quiet place in the city, the noisy place in the countryside...

It seemed that he was a little dissatisfied with writing, so he crossed out a few sentences and considered each word.

He didn't even write half of the lyrics, and it was 10 o'clock in a blink of an eye. The alarm clock on his mobile phone rang on time, reminding him that it was time to see Zhang Xingxiao. go.

Still in the same position as last time, Zhang Xingxiao was wearing a gray coat and had been waiting for He Yiche in the booth. She picked up the iced Americano on the table and took a sip to refresh her mind.

He Yiche was wearing a fleece gray sweater, his hair was blown a little messy but it added a bit of casual atmosphere, he came in from the door looking around for something.

Zhang Xingxiao recognized him at a glance, and greeted him from afar.

He Yiche still walked towards her with an ice cube face.

Zhang Xingxiao smiled politely: "Student He Yiche, thank you for coming to the appointment. What kind of coffee would you like to drink? Sister Xing invites you."

"I don't drink."

"Waiter!" Zhang Xingxiao still called the clerk over: "I want a cup of hot latte."

Then Zhang Xingxiao said slowly: "How is it? After almost half a semester, are you still used to it? Is your counselor Zhang Yumei or Liu Li?"

He Yiche frowned slightly: "You know our Teacher Liu?"

"Of course!" Zhang Xingxiao said heartily, "I'm still your senior sister. I'm from the Composition Department of the 05th grade of Beiyi University. Your teacher Liu Li is my classmate."

"I called her yesterday to find out about you. She said that you have an absolute talent for musicality. You work hard in class and stay in the piano room every day."

He Yiche still didn't speak, but his guard was obviously lowered a lot.

Zhang Xingxiao took out the contract from the bag, pushed it in front of He Yiche, and continued to "attack".

"Yiche, I know you like music very much, almost the kind of love, otherwise you wouldn't work so hard. A genius like you should have a good platform to display your talent."

"Our Jiaxing has the most expensive recording studio in China, Oceanway's pro2 monitor speakers, a complete set of neumannm147 microphones, vintagesolid6056e57 channel console...you can use these equipment as you like."

Hearing Zhang Xingxiao's list of names of top-level equipment, He Yiche's originally calm lake surface rippled a little.

These are all top-level professional equipment that he can't even imagine, it's impossible not to be tempted.

Even though He Yiche appeared indifferent on the surface, Zhang Xingxiao still caught a trace of longing in his eyes.

She continued: "In addition to these top-level equipment, we also have many excellent sound engineers, composers, and lyricists... like Fang Shaoping, Chen Qisheng, Lu Ming... You should have heard of these."

"As long as you join our company, you can be colleagues with these outstanding artists, and work together to discuss music. How wonderful. I think this should be the life you desire."

After Zhang Xingxiao finished speaking, he looked like he had a winning ticket in his hands. This time, he spent some time investigating He Yiche, and gave him what he wanted most. Believe it or not, he didn't want to.

She looked at He Yiche expectantly.

A trace of surprise flashed in He Yiche's eyes.

As expected of Jia Xing's music director, he is indeed very skillful. He actually hit his point accurately and made him feel moved.

But no matter how extravagant she is, she is just painting big cakes. Can she really enjoy such a good treatment after going to the company?He Yiche's intuition told him not to trust the person in front of him.

Because what these "businessmen" are best at is packaging.

He shook his head and spit out three words: "I don't sign."