Mr Prejudice

When it was midnight, everyone dispersed. After Guan Lan drank some wine, he didn't want to go back to the city, so he directly stayed in the villa.

He has a requirement for himself, to listen to five new songs every day.

This new song refers to something he has never heard before, not necessarily a new song.

So his record reserves are huge.This is also what his job requires.

Unfortunately, he checked the record at the villa and found that there was nothing he hadn't heard.

He had no choice but to search online—at this moment he thought of Zhuang Lin.

Well, listen to it, he will also be a judge tonight, scoring this talented musician.

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Thirty-ten minutes later, he stroked his heart that was beating unsteadily because of the alcohol or the singing just now, and dialed Li Yanyao's phone.

It made Li Yanyao tremble with fear.

Guan Lan asked me for Zhuang Lin's contact information in the middle of the night, what is he doing?

I just taught Zhuang Lin a lesson, saying that Guan Lan's unspoken rules can't get you. Isn't this slap in the face too fast?

Although there are rumors in the world that Guan Lan eats both men and women, there are still more boys in Guan Lan's suspected harem.Based on Li Yanyao's many years of experience in the love scene, those women were either smoke bombs or accidental injuries, Guan Lan should be a pure gay.

As a kid, he seems to have been liked by gay guys since he was a child.

It really makes sense for Zhuang Lin to hate Guan Lan so much.

How can this be done, to give or not to give?

Guan Lan heard that he was not willing to give it to him: "Forget it, I was confused. For this kind of business cooperation, I'd better go directly to his company."

Li Yanyao: "No, no, I was too drunk to react just now, so I'll send it to you."

Through his meeting, he can still mediate; when it comes to the company, it is really out of control. Who knows if their company has integrity, is it a pimp for artists?

After hanging up the phone, he knelt down to apologize to Zhuang Lin: "Brother, I'm sorry..."

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Zhuang Lin didn't tell his manager about meeting Guan Lan, nor did he call Li Yanyao.

His sister's previous sentence "Are you a big girl?" really stimulated him.If he met people, he would be too cowardly if he would be like a little girl beckoning friends to find someone to be bold.

He prepared a set of impassioned and righteous rhetoric, and just waited for Guan Lan to make that dirty request to him, then slapped him in the face, and made him leave in a rage.

He thought he was fully armed ideologically, so he went to the meeting alone.

But he obviously underestimated the strength of senior unspoken rules experts.

Guan Lan took him to a Cantonese restaurant.

Guan Lan: "I heard that you came to Beijing directly as soon as you returned to China, and you didn't even have time to go home. I heard that this restaurant has more authentic taste, and the owner is from Shunde. Please come and help me identify it today."

Zhuang Lin felt that a critical blow from the enemy pierced through his armor.

As a foodie, what can he do, he is also very desperate.

Guan Lan continued: "His house still has morning tea, if you have a good meal today, you can come over later."

Zhuang Lin: "...Thank you, Teacher Guan."

Guan Lan: "Cantonese people who just came to Beijing are generally not used to it. The taste in the north is heavy, and the thick oil and red sauce are hard to bear, right?"

Zhuang Lin: "Fortunately, Americans have stronger tastes."

Guan Lan smiled: "That's right, you survived in the United States. I have been to a good restaurant in New York, not far from your school. The owner's surname is Huang. Have you been there?"

Zhuang Lin was very anxious.He feels that he can't chat with the enemy like this, can't eat the enemy's meal so happily, but there is no way, people are talking about such a normal and harmless topic, if he suddenly slaps the table and turns his face with someone, it doesn't look like he is with the enemy. Is it the same as a neuropathy?

This person is really skilled, and his routine is too deep!

Guan Lan chatted briefly about eating for a while, and then diverted from all directions, chatting about gossip in the circle, current affairs and news, and the movie that just came out.

Zhuang Lin maintains a high degree of vigilance and restraint, never speaks, and only inserts modal particles when appropriate.

Guan Lan has seen a lot in the industry for many years. The niche singers and independent musicians he has come into contact with have all had weird tempers. Zhuang Lin's level can't even reach the level that makes him feel embarrassed.

Guan Lan was like talking about stand-up comedy, taking no time to rush, and then told the jokes in the circle: "Last year, there was a song "Blooming Bloom" that was very popular. You should have heard it by Yun Duo Orchestra. There was a song in the second chorus. The sound was broken and heart-piercing. In fact, that was a mistake. The tune of the chorus was raised. I want to re-record it again. They are a group of students who are so poor that they can’t afford to renew the rent of the recording studio. Just I released the broken sound version like this. I didn’t expect everyone to like it very much. They felt it. Later, when they got rich, they recorded a remake. It’s been a while ago, and everyone still likes the broken tone version. These boys are quite interesting—oh, not all of them, their drummer, the one with the big tall and handsome cut-cut is a girl. This little girl is also quite funny, there are once……"

At this point, he stopped: "Oh, after talking for so long, if we hang on here any longer, the boss is going to chase people away. Let's go, let's change places."

It choked Zhuang Lin enough.What happened once, you just kept talking, what do you mean by half of what you said, you deliberately whetted my appetite, right?

However, he couldn't ask, he couldn't show interest, he could only give a cold "hmm", and he felt internally hurt.

After leaving the door, Guan Lan seemed to have forgotten this, and didn't continue talking, and started another topic.

He drove up to the Third Ring Road: "Did you go shopping in Beijing when you came to Beijing? I suggest you hurry up and play everything you need to play. After you become famous, you won't be able to take to the streets happily."

Zhuang Lin finally broke down. He felt that he could no longer chat with Guan Lan properly, so he directly pushed back: "I thought Mr. Guan was very busy, but it seems that he has a lot of time."

Guan Lan seemed not to hear his tone: "When I'm busy, I'm really busy, I wish I could keep my feet off the ground; when I'm free, I really have nothing to do."

He stopped to wait for the red light, turned his head to look at Zhuang Lin: "But, I can't be considered idle now. After all, I'm working now."

Zhuang Lin sneered: "Your job is to treat people to dinner and chat with them?"

Guan Lan smiled warmly: "I thought you should be able to see that - I'm poaching you."

Zhuang Lin was stunned.

No, there is a problem with this routine!Shouldn't it be something like "If you talk to me, I'll let you sign with our company"!Why do you want to dig people first!

Dig first for convenience later hehehe?

Guan Lan: "I hope you can sign the record contract with me."

Zhuang Lin: "Sorry, I don't want to sign a contract with you."

Without even saying a reason, Zhuang Lin thought he was cool.

Guan Lan was not surprised: "Don't reject me in a hurry, think about it carefully. The first album is very important, don't be emotional."

Zhuang Lin: "I'm sorry, Mr. Guan, I've already made up my mind."

Guan Lan: "Okay. But to prove that you are not acting emotionally, I will ask you again in a month. Please reject me calmly and rationally at that time."

Zhuang Lin didn't know what kind of routine he was doing, but he was full of confidence in himself, no matter one month or ten months, he would never waver.

Guan Lan stopped the car at the subway entrance: "I won't send you back to your company. It's two stops away from your company. You can take the subway or take a taxi to go back."

Zhuang Lin thought to himself: Sure enough!If you have no ghosts in your heart, why are you afraid of being seen?

Guan Lan is also very innocent: I poach someone from the company, so I can't be too ostentatious.

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On the way home, Guan Lan listened to Zhuang Lin's song he found last night again.

He told NEXT about his career yesterday, but was interrupted by Zhou Junzhuo who came suddenly.In fact, if Zhou Junzhuo didn't come, he didn't know how to continue talking.

Once the peak period is over, there will be a bottleneck period—of course, it can be said that he has a high position, and he has to focus more on management and sacrifice for creation.But he himself knows that the creation has never stopped, but the quality cannot be compared with before.

More importantly, the previous state of being at your fingertips and pouring out inspiration can never be regained.

NEXT is a way for him to break through the bottleneck.This kind of group singing and dancing songs is a new attempt for him.

Yet it wasn't enough -- not enough.

I don't know if it's because he is not a professional, but he has a big limitation in writing songs.He can't write songs out of thin air.Before he writes a song, he must know the singer, his voice, his style, even his appearance, and his temperament. When writing a song, he must describe every detail in his mind word by word.

A singer who has worked with him complained on a talk show, saying that he picks out the details to the point of insanity, and that a sentence cannot achieve the effect he envisioned, so he has to re-record it over and over again.She said that Mr. Guan has a good temper, is patient, and will not scold or blame others. He will only keep you in the recording studio and record until three o'clock in the morning.

Guan Lan didn't want to buckle him to three o'clock, Zhou Junzhuo had never recorded three o'clock.If you can't sing the feeling I want, then what can I do.

So far no one has been able to pass through his recording studio, not even Zhou Junzhuo.

He listened to Zhuang Lin's singing, and after listening to a few lines, a "ding" sounded in his mind like a microwave oven, and he had just one thought: I have to write a song for him.

There is an ancient poem how to say, Kunshan jade broken phoenix is ​​called.He always thought that the one who fit this description should be a girl, but he didn't expect that a male voice could be so clear without violating harmony.

It is a very pure juvenile voice, and because the singer is not a real teenager, it still has the emotional thickness of an adult, but it is not oily, unsophisticated, and it is not as trained as a singer from a professional school. chisel marks.

Not all others are deaf with this kind of good voice that is not born in the world, if you take a step too late, it will be gone.

Zhuang Lin's reluctance to cooperate with him was also expected by him.A young man with a good family background, a graduate from a prestigious school, and a student of composition must be proud and arrogant, holding back all his energy and wanting to show off his talents, and maybe he still wants to compete with himself in his heart.If someone has made up his mind to be a singer-songwriter, he definitely wants to write his first album, and won't give it to others.The first time Guan Lan saw him today, he found that he was on guard, and immediately knew that he would be rejected.

But it doesn't matter, he is ready to fight a protracted war.

Zhuang Lin, who thought he had won the battle and was still secretly proud of himself, didn't know that from now on his life was about to go into a sadistic mode.