Mr Prejudice

Zhuang Lin woke up early that day.

From the moment he woke up, his spirit was in a tense state.

He didn't want to admit it, but it was because today was the last day of the January appointment with Guan Lan.

Guan Lan hadn't contacted him since the last time we met.This made him more vigilant.He knew that Guan Lan hadn't acted this week, so what did that mean? It meant that all the routines were concentrated on the last day!

Guan Lan has held back his big move for a month, what kind of strategic nuclear routine is it?

Zhuang Lin ran nervously in the morning, ate breakfast nervously, entered the recording studio nervously, and ate lunch nervously...

After lunch, there was still no movement.

His mobile phone has a full battery and a full signal, as if it is broken, and it is as quiet as a chicken.

Terrible, is Guan Lan going to hold back all his big moves until one dinner and release them?

It's time for dinner.

Zhuang Lin had to face reality: Guan Lan just forgot him.

For Mr. Guan, who is busy with business, manages a lot of things, and is also in the harem, he is just a small wave in the weak water of the three thousand, and he forgets it when he turns around.

My entanglements, anxiety, guesses, and vague expectations this day all seemed so ridiculous.

Guan Lan's phone call came at this time.

Guan Lan: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Zhuang Lin became angry when he heard this.Did I wait for you specially if I didn't eat?

... Although he did not have a meal and was waiting for him on purpose.

Zhuang Lin: "Eat."

Guan Lan: "Oh, it's quite early for you to eat."

Zhuang Lin: "..."

Guan Lan: "Go downstairs now and look for my car. My assistant is waiting to pick you up."

Zhuang Lin snorted coldly in his heart: I don't even have the treatment to pick up and drop off in person now?

He went downstairs anyway.

When he got into the car, Ren Xiaofei greeted him, and the first thing he said was: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Zhuang Lin: "... I ate it."

Ren Xiaofei: "Oh, then you eat early."

... Zhuang Lin didn't want to talk anymore.

Ren Xiaofei: "Boss Guan originally asked me to take you to eat on the way. Since you ate, let's go directly."

Zhuang Lin thought, so now not only do I not have the treatment of picking up and dropping off in person, but even the standard of eating has been reduced to a roadside fast food restaurant.

What a trick to play hard to get, I see through you.

Guan Lan has been deliberately snubbing him all day, lowering his expectations, disappointing him to the extreme, and finally having a surprise, the huge psychological gap will have a ton of impact on him.

It's a very powerful routine, but I have already seen it through.

Next, any behavior of yours is within my expectation.

Zhuang Lin: "Where is this going?"

Ren Xiaofei: "Our company. Mr. Guan hasn't left work yet."

Zhuang Lin entered Guan Lan's office and found that Guan Lan was indeed still off work.

He didn't expect this man, who looked like a man with a straight head and face, to have such a messy desk.

Music scores, documents, books and magazines, tangled headphone cables and power cords, electric kettles, water cups, and strange handicrafts with unknown meanings are all strewn on the table with grinning teeth. Save face.

Ren Xiaofei was obviously not surprised, and consciously went to pack up his leftover takeaway boxes.

Guan Lan looked up at them from the screen: "Here we are, very fast. Zhuang Lin, sit down, Xiao Fei, you can get off work."

Guan Lan: "Zhuang Lin, wait for me for 10 minutes. I have hot water here, so pour it yourself."

Thanks, I don't want to be near your desk.

Zhuang Lin: "You are busy first, don't worry about me."

Guan Lan really ignored him and went about her own business on the computer.

Zhuang Lin sat on the reception sofa in the office and thought, you can continue to air me, I have seen through your routine.

I don't know how long I waited, maybe 10 minutes, maybe half an hour, when Guan Lan finally heard the sound of the computer shutting down.

Zhuang Lin couldn't help sitting up straight, tensing his back: Here we come!Tonight's text begins!

Guan Lan stood up, rummaged through the pile of curled papers on his desk, and found a plastic folder.Rustling among the debris again, he pulled out a pair of black-rimmed glasses and put them on.

This is the first time Zhuang Lin has seen him wearing glasses.When he put on the glasses, his demeanor changed, he lost his usual well-dressed elite air, revealing a loose artist air.

Guan Lan: "Come on, my room is too messy and smells like rice, let's find a conference room."

...It turns out that you also know that your place is in chaos.

Guan Lan put the folder on the oval table in the conference room, turned on the light, closed the door, and began to slowly roll up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing a white forearm.

Usually this action is a harbinger of a fight - but Zhuang Lin has run with Guan Lan, knows his physique well, and is confident that he can't beat himself or sleep, even if he hasn't eaten dinner.

Guan Lan: "You have been calling me teacher for so long, you can't let you call me in vain. I will teach you a class today."

Even though Zhuang Lin thought he was well prepared, he still didn't expect this sentence.

Guan Lan: "What's the matter? I know, you are a graduate of a world-renowned school, and your teachers are all world-class masters. Maybe you think that I am not qualified enough to teach you."

Zhuang Lin: "I don't think so. Although I am very confident in myself, I am not so arrogant as to be stupid."

Guan Lan slowly opened the folder in his hand: "Confidence is a good thing, I hope you can continue to maintain it after tonight."

Guan Lan: "These are your collection of works that I asked someone to sort out. Please take a look to see if there are any mistakes."

Zhuang Lin flipped through it and found that the collection was very comprehensive, not only the ones he had posted on the Internet, but also his class exercises, graduation creations, etc. His own company did not organize them so carefully and comprehensively.

Guan Lan and Zhuang Lin lamented the long years: "I recalled that ten years ago, I was a college student who ate and played foolishly. My master found me, and I also showed her such a collection of works. She After reading it, tell me that you are very talented, but the things you wrote are all children’s stuff, and none of them can be sold directly.”

Guan Lan: "Now I'll give you these words from her—I can see that you have ideas, but ideas can't be eaten. None of your works have passed."

Zhuang Lin was not mentally prepared for his evaluation.

Guan Lan has always been easy-going and gentle in front of him, and has never put on airs of a senior.Even though Zhuang Lin's speechless words sometimes offended him, Guan Lan just smiled and never cared about it.So he actually forgot that Guan Lan was famous for being a judge of a talent show.

Guan Lan has a good temper because he has a good temper, and he has no tolerance for professional matters.

Zhuang Lin thought that tonight's mood would be like a roller coaster ride, with ups and downs; he didn't expect it to be a jumping machine, and pouring cold water on top of the cold water was really exciting.

Zhuang Lin: "It's your opinion that you didn't pass the exam. I don't think it's possible for anyone to get everyone's approval."

Guan Lan: "I know you are not convinced, so I won't say anything to let the market test your words. I also want you to fall twice and see for yourself, but I can't afford the risk. I will sign you now, You are a returnee from a famous school, with a halo, everyone sees that the future is infinitely bright; when your new songs of this level are really sold, after the first album hits the street and the second album is over, I will sign you again at that time, I am Receiver, who collects waste products, can’t get through with my boss. I have to issue a military order in front of the boss, saying that Zhuang Lin is not popular, and I will take the blame and resign. "

Guan Lan: "It's not impossible, I just don't want to be so troublesome."

Zhuang Lin: "So, you called me over at night just to humiliate me and say I'm a trash, right?"

Guan Lan: "Don't worry, don't worry—the young people can't stand it at all. I haven't started scolding you yet. My style can be regarded as the most gentle among my peers."

It's not that Zhuang Lin has never been scolded and angry. At school, his teachers are also very capable and tempered. He was even scolded by the teacher and tore up the music score.

It's just that Guan Lan's denial of him made it extremely difficult for him to accept.

Guan Lan said softly: "I also can't bear to let you suffer like this. A singer's life experience is written in the song. If you have suffered such hardships and blows, your voice will not be right."

Zhuang Lin: "Then you are so sure that my song will definitely hit the market, and I will definitely suffer such a blow? What if I become famous in one major?"

Guan Lan smiled softly: "Impossible."

Zhuang Lin: ...

Guan Lan: "You are popular on the Internet because you look good and sing well, not because you write well. If you don't believe me, the American recording industry is always very mature, right? American producers You always have a vicious eye, so has any record company contacted you to produce and release your song?"

Zhuang Lin thought, enough is enough, why did I come to you on purpose to be humiliated by you?

Guan Lan spread Zhuang Lin's collection of works on the table: "Now, let me tell you specifically why you must rush to the street."

Guan Lan: "You studied art in school, now I will tell you about the market."

Zhuang Lin: "That is to say, we have to sacrifice art to submit to the market?"

Guan Lan: "Don't be arrogant here, if you have the ability, tell me with your conscience that you only love art, and you don't want to be famous or popular."

...One hit kills, Zhuang Lin shut up.

Guan Lan: "Of course it doesn't mean that you should completely submit to the market. First, it is called kitsch. Second, no one can fully understand the tastes of the public. If you do, you will be a god. The question is, what percentage is art, and what percentage is art? How much is the market. Our producer is to help you grasp this ratio."

Guan Lan: "In terms of artistic skills, each person has his own way. Besides, you come from a major, and I, a wild way, can't teach you. If I insist on teaching you, I'm afraid you won't be convinced. Besides, I don't think you have any serious problems in this respect. Details can be worked out in the future.”

Guan Lan: "So the problem with your song is not that it's not good, but that it's not touching."

These words made Zhuang Lin completely lose his ability to resist.

He thought, that's all, it doesn't matter if you want to lure me or sleep with me, if you can really help me solve this problem, it's worth it even if I sell it to you.