The God of Trade in Two Worlds

Jin Dian Film and Television Company drove back and forth, Li Cheng got off the nanny car wearing a mask, he stared at the sixth floor of the company - that was Han Zhijie's office, after becoming a mysterious guest at Ni Zhiyan's concert, Han Zhijie came to find him Pass Li Cheng.

A gold medal producer will not know what a good voice means.

Even though Han Zhijie is famous enough, there are many singers who hope he can help make the album, but he is still attracted by Li Cheng's performance.The singing world is so cruel, and it requires a capable person to take the top position.

Whether you rely on talent or strength, whether you are qualified or not.

At that time, Li Cheng hadn't really made up his mind to become a singer, so he didn't agree immediately. Until today, he called Han Zhijie, thinking that Han Zhijie, who had been rejected, sounded a little surprised, but also implied a bit of joy. , Thinking of this, Li Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Together with Song Jia, they walked slowly into the projection falling from the Jindian company building. When approaching the gate, Li Cheng took off his mask.As soon as this familiar face appeared, artists from many companies cast vague glances.

Li Cheng!

If the other party is just a high-ranking scholar, an actor, a company president, or a disaster relief hero, then he is probably a harmless young man. The descendant of the direct line was stabbed down from the altar, and even after doing these things, he was able to appear in the company safely, as if nothing had happened.

"Sister Liu, he provoked a big family like the Fu family, and he didn't get revenge?" In the tea room separated by a glass floor, the actress Nan Wen looked at Li Cheng walking towards the elevator, and raised her question in astonishment. doubt.

"This matter is not as simple as it seems on the surface." Manager Liu Xiaosi also looked over, but his eyes were very calm, "Li Cheng's Weibo itself is true. The tofu dregs primary school building itself has aroused public anger. Li Cheng is on the side of justice, so even the Fu family can't treat him in the open. The whole family is dragged down."

Nan Wen opened his mouth. He really didn't expect that the behemoth in the capital would stay dormant for so long. One must know that as a lady from a rich family, she has also seen the power of the Fu family: "So Li Cheng will be fine in the end?"

Liu Xiaosi shook her head: "It can only be said that the Fu family will not do it themselves, but feel free to hint to the people below that Li Cheng's star path is also bleak. The head of the Fu family has already entered the central government last year. Is there any way to get revenge?"

"Don't look at Li Cheng looking fine now, but I'm afraid it will be much more difficult in the future."

Nan Wen curled his lips: "To be honest, I think Li Cheng did the right thing. If you see something dirty, it will be exposed in a fair manner. People who see it are so happy. Look at the Internet now, who doesn't give a thumbs up and call him a man ?”

Liu Xiaosi suddenly opened her eyes wide, thinking of Song Jia's dying look before, and looking at the stupid look of her own artist, she started to feel pain even if she didn't have eggs: "...Let me tell you, you and Li Cheng are not the same. Debi, at least he is the president of Polar Lanfang Company, or a disaster relief hero, how about you? Don't send me random Weibo, ah! Otherwise, we will all have to go around without food!"

"Understood, sister, I'm not that stupid." Nan Wen came down, she rested her chin and looked out through the glass of the tea room, feeling that the world was getting more and more complicated.

Li Cheng entered the first recording studio on the sixth floor alone. The recording studio on the sixth floor of Jindian Company can only be used by first-line singers. Li Cheng was able to enter because of Han Zhijie.

Han Zhijie is about 50 years old, his face is slightly wrinkled, and his body looks healthy. After all, he is an artist. Even if he is a little older, he still dresses very fashionable.

"Although you are an artist from Jindian, I really heard your voice at Ni Zhiyan's concert. At that time, two other old guys were there, and they were obviously interested in you. But they are not from Jindian. You cooperate, but if it's me, it's okay to help you make the album directly." Han Zhijie smiled and said: "Although you are young and lack skills, the biggest highlight is your voice. I don't know if you realize that you When the sound reaches the human cerebral cortex, there will be a feeling of shocking the soul."

Han Zhijie’s description is very real, which is also his biggest feeling after listening to the concert. Even after the concert, he can taste the condensed and undissolved music. In the 30 years of working in Han Zhijie, he has basically never seen such a concert. Such a talented person, so Han Zhijie believes that as long as Li Cheng's album comes out, the CD with hairstyle will definitely cause a big shock in the market in this era of sluggish audio discs.

"Would this be weird..."

"No, this is your characteristic. It can only be said that it cannot be copied." Han Zhijie waved his hand, "Every first-line singer hopes that no one can surpass him. This is impossible. The only way is to pursue characteristics. But so far, only those Only those with unique or peak voices can form their own characteristics."

Li Cheng's eyes moved.

"So I'm optimistic about you, you can succeed even without me...I'm just an accelerator." Han Zhijie smiled slightly, and when he said this, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.Han Zhijie glanced down, stood up and patted Li Cheng's shoulder: "Wait a minute, I'll answer the phone."

After finishing speaking, Han Zhijie walked out of the recording studio, and soon Song Jia walked in from the door. She frowned, as if something was on her mind, Li Cheng was keenly aware, "Sister Song, what's wrong?"

"Just now I heard that Mr. Han received a call from a director. Maybe I was thinking too much." Song Jia always felt a little uneasy, but she didn't want Li Cheng to worry too, so she didn't say much.

Unexpectedly, after the call, Han Zhijie, who came back with a wry smile, really brought back an unexpected news. The general manager was dragged abroad, and now the board of directors is discussing the principal. notice.

It is said that the cancellation of the recent announcement actually means that Li Cheng will lose exposure. Most of the people's attention to celebrities comes from newspapers, magazines and TV networks. Once they are hidden by the snow, everyone will forget about this person over time.

After hearing the news brought by Han Zhijie, Song Jia hardly knew how to react.

But at least she knows a little bit.

Is Li Cheng wrong?

No.

Even though she, as a manager, had the urge to strangle this kid to death after the incident, but when she asked herself, the other party exposed the Wuyuan Town incident and even punished the corrupt officials, it was a joy to the hearts of the people.

"I'm afraid there is no way to make this album." Han Zhijie felt very ashamed. After all, he had just talked about a cooperation, but was banned by a notice from the upper management.

"It's nothing, Mr. Han has taught me a lot, I hope there will be opportunities to cooperate." Li Cheng shook hands with him, his smile was still peaceful, and there was no expression of frustration on his face.

Han Zhijie sighed again when he saw it, and he was so flattered that even if he didn't have that good voice, he was destined to become famous in the future.

Pity.

"There must be." Han Zhijie took out his mobile phone from his pocket and picked out a number: "Please write down this mobile phone number. If you really can't help it in China, you can go to Ai, the dean of a college I know in the UK. Deng, if he can be admitted to the conservatory where he is, maybe he won’t have to endure domestic shackles.”

"Thank you, this is very useful to me." Li Cheng didn't expect to have a windfall. Song Jia seemed to have mentioned the name Aiden once, but since the other party was a foreigner, he didn't mention much, and only said it was MacArthur. Dean of the School of Music.

But this identity is enough.

MacArthur Conservatory of Music in the United Kingdom, those admitted may not be famous, because mediocre people will continue to be mediocre if they fail to break through themselves under the halo of genius, but each of the truly top-notch students has the ability to be promoted to A genius of international musicians.

Li Cheng put away the number, and walked out of Jindian Company again after an hour, only to feel that his mind was brightened, and the sky became bluer.

He took a deep breath and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Song Jia: "..."

Song Jia: "Stop laughing, it's quite sad."

Li Cheng: "This is called self-adjustment."

Song Jia: "You also help me adjust?"

"I invite you to dinner, are you in a better mood?" Li Cheng felt that he was not afraid of being hit at all. Now his heart is very strong, and he can even comfort others with a smile: "By the way, Sister Song, ask Director Jiang's Is there anything wrong with the film?"

Jiang Yusheng obviously made some mistakes here, but it's not a big problem.The most important thing for the Fu family is to block Li Cheng alone, not a group of people. Jiang Yusheng's "Shadow Killing" has attracted a large number of viewers before the filming started, and it has even finished filming and editing to the end. Not only Jiang Yusheng is dissatisfied with the prohibition of the broadcast of this film, but even the actors who participated in the film will not let it go. At that time, there will be one or two little lunatics like Li Cheng who want to send random messages on Weibo. The family has to be troubled for a while.

So the radio and television side tried a little stumbling block, and the film was still able to continue to be broadcast.

Jiang Yusheng has a good character, and he probably knew that Li Cheng's problem was the problem, but his attitude has not changed much. This man is a career-oriented person. Without Li Cheng, his fighting moves in this film would not be as classic.

Li Cheng's limelight suddenly fell.

It was as if news about Li Cheng had disappeared from the newspapers and the Internet overnight.

"Why do you feel that there are no news about oranges recently? The previous news about the heroes of Taki City disappeared when I searched today. How strange!"

"Hearing what the upstairs said, I seem to feel it too."

"Could it be that Orange's last Weibo post angered the people above and got banned?"

"No way, isn't "Shadow Killing" coming out soon? Isn't it starring Li Cheng? Since it hasn't been banned, it means that there must be no problem of being banned. What are you worried about?"

"Yeah, yeah, "Shadow Killer" is about to air, and I've been blogging about the trailer recently, so I have to say one more thing: Cheng Zi looks so good ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"..."

Although the exposure rate is gone, Tieba and Weibo are still hot because of the upcoming broadcast of Li Cheng's "Shadow Killing". Passed the ticket gate.

Song Jia felt that the first half of her life was peaceful warm water, and the second half was rolling boiling water, and this warming process brought her more insights than the previous half of her life.

The two of them did not choose to go to the MacArthur School of Music in the UK, but took a plane to the United States. The number given by Han Zhijie was not used, because Li Cheng felt that he did not need a slow foreshadowing, he needed to become famous faster.

The mouth of the Hudson River on the northeastern coast of the United States.

Mark has been squatting on the most prosperous shopping street in New York for two months. He has an accordion and an iron bowl on his body. Every day he takes these two belongings and sits outside the small garden in the center of the street, playing moving tunes.

Someone is listening, maybe they will leave after listening, someone passing by, maybe they will put a dollar or two dollars.

When you are the luckiest, you will meet some ladies who come to travel. They will show their status and throw down a few big bills. At that time, Mark must show an unruly and charismatic appearance, which may make them stop and admire for a while. , throw money again.

Today is the second time this month that Mark has played the accordion by the garden. Last time, a rich lady gave him enough money to eat dry bread for a year. He stayed in the hotel for two days, and now he has to come out to work again. up.

Mark stood at the most crowded place with a smile on his face. The sound of the accordion Hongda spread around him. Mark's fingers kept switching between the keyboard and the keys. Occasionally, he could hear the exclamation of girls in his ears. : "His eyes are so cool."

After the song was over, a lot of coins and paper money had been thrown into the post next to him. Mark bowed and smoked a cigarette with his back to the crowd. At this time, his eyes moved slightly, and he saw two figures on the opposite side shuttle into the crowd , parked right next to a bench across from the small garden.

With so many people coming and going, Mark usually doesn't pay much attention to anyone, but these two people are different. A man and a woman seem to be Chinese, and their skin is very delicate, especially the boy.

Oh, God, he actually took out a wind instrument.

Mark almost thought it was someone who didn't like him and came here to steal his business.We must know that sometimes the performance of street performers is not important, perhaps more people look at their appearance.

— first shave off your bushy beard to reveal the fair face and its contours.

Even though he had already competed with many street performers, Mark felt a sense of crisis for the first time.

A boy who seems to be only in his teens may not have a high level of performance. Mark is worried about the other party's outstanding appearance.

The boy was beautiful, and he might be able to be an actor instead of living on the streets.Mark looked down and found that there was no iron bowl like him beside the boy.

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged uncontrollably, feeling very surprised.

Li Cheng sat cross-legged on a bench, and Song Jia sat next to him holding a coat. The two of them have been in New York for two days. They came to the most crowded street.

He held a flute in his hand, the sound of the flute was long and long, and it rang like water when he played it. Li Cheng channeled his spiritual power from his fingers into the sound of the flute, but the sound that came out immediately became a little less dull and began to become louder. The ethereal clears up.

It is a song "New Song of Herdsmen".

Mark opened his mouth wide, holding the accordion in a daze on the spot. It can be said that he was the first group of people who paid attention to the boy opposite him, and he was also the first group of people who listened to him playing.He originally thought that he would hear at least seven or eight mistakes in the other party's music, but now he said that the tune of this piece is really earthy.

Even if it is played on a piano or violin that represents nobility, it still feels earthy.

Too earthy!

However, Mark felt that no matter how he listened to it, it sounded very good.

... He must have been bewitched by something.

mark:"……"

People were coming and going on the street, and many people who passed by the small garden could not help but slow down their pace, and cast their astonished eyes on the young man on the bench who was playing the fife seriously. swim.

"It's rare to see someone playing the flute on the street, it sounds pretty good!"

"What kind of music is this? It obviously doesn't fit the type of music I like, but I just want to keep listening to it. What's going on?"

"Good young player."

"...I think he looks familiar, is he a star?"

"Look at his eyes, that's Chinese!"

Many girls had already stopped, and a blue-eyed girl with brown hair tied in a bow tie took out a large note from her bag, took a few steps closer to look at it, then tilted her head and asked Song Jia: "Is there no charge here?"

She pointed to Mark's iron bowl opposite: "Like that one."

"No charge." Song Jia explained in English: "We are sharing music."

"Wow." The girl nodded in understanding immediately, and she smiled and pointed with her thumb: "I support you, it sounds good."

"He's actually not a street performer." Mark curled his lips when he heard it. If he played such a beautiful piece of music, it would definitely be enough for a month's income today.

That means going into a big hotel for a nice meal or two.

Mark quietly withdrew from the crowd, and he stood on the edge of the small garden again, playing the accordion slowly, but this time, no matter how he played, he couldn't find the confidence he felt the first time.

Mark: "... nasty Chinese."