Mastering entertainment: starting with identification

Chapter 28 Asking for Help
A few people came to the company soon, and they sat around the table in the karaoke room.

"Brother Xiao, what do you think, other than the type of song?" Zhang Qinghuan asked, since it is to help Chopin, it is natural to send the Buddha to the West, so there is no need to worry too much among yourself.

"It doesn't need to be too difficult songs, just keep it simple. Besides, I also want to express some of my emotions." In his spare time, Chopin tried it out and found that although his throat had healed, he still couldn't bear high-intensity singing. Chopin was helpless, but helpless.

"Old Ma, what about you?" Zhang Qinghuan turned around and asked Ma Chenggong.

"It's all right. I'm just a green leaf for this song. As long as it can make Lao Xiao happy, then I have nothing to say." Ma Chenggong said it very sincerely, and it's not difficult to see that this is his true thought.

"That's fine, I have an idea now, I still need to go to the songwriting department of the company to ask for advice, see if I can find better quality ones, and show them to Lao Xiao together."

"sorry to bother you."

Zhang Qing laughed happily, "Why should we be so polite, let alone you have a promising future." After finishing speaking, he got up and left the karaoke room, heading upstairs to the composition department.

"Is the future promising? Where is my path?" Chopin said to himself, lost in thought.

Now Chopin can hardly go the way of a singer, but Zhang Qinghuan will not deceive him in this kind of place, Chopin can only find the answer in the previous days.

Chopin himself has only the canteen and the occasional dance class or performance class besides soaking in the karaoke room every day.

Could it be that Zhang Qinghuan thought he could be a cook?
No, I have never cooked myself.

Or let me dance as a 30-year-old person without any foundation at all, and my old waist must not be broken!
This answer is also ruled out.

Chopin thought that Zhang Qinghuan recognized him only for his performance in the acting class. After all, in the so-called liberating nature class, he was an excellent student who stared at the company's young female artists and dared not look at him.

The answer has surfaced, and Chopin thinks he is a detective.

……

Zhang Qinghuan went to talk to Wang Lan first, and then came to the company's lyrics and music department alone. Although he broke the face of the person in charge last time, the situation of the other party should not be so small.

"Who are you looking for?" A girl in charge was standing at the door. Seeing Zhang Qinghuan standing at the door, she asked.

"I'm looking for your department to customize songs. I'm in the manager's department downstairs. My artists need songs, so come up and ask."

"No, let's go!" The little girl in front of her spoke very rudely.

"Are you the person in charge of this floor? I remember that your person in charge isn't Liu Fuhai? Take me to him." Zhang Qinghuan's tone gradually became harsh, since the other party's attitude was so bad.

"Haha, you said you can just meet the person in charge if you want."

Zhang Qinghuan decided to ignore this unreasonable person, stepped over her, and walked straight into the office.

The office is huge, but there is only one private office.

The goal was very clear. Zhang Qinghuan walked directly to the office door and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." The voice of the speaker was very familiar, and Zhang Qinghuan could confirm that the person sitting inside was Liu Fuhai.

Zhang Qinghuan pushed open the glass door and exchanged glances with the people inside.

Liu Fuhai still held the melon seed shell in his hand. After seeing Zhang Qinghuan coming in, he decisively operated on the computer and put on a smiling face.

By the way, he stood up and said to Zhang Qinghuan, "It's Xiao Zhang! Have you figured it out? You have decided to join our promising composition department."

Naturally, Zhang Qinghuan didn't come here for this matter, he didn't want to narrow the road.

"I came here this time because I want to ask you for help."

"Xiao Zhang! I know your talent. As long as you come, you will be our ace composer. How about it? As for helping this favor, I can boldly say how I want to help you."

Zhang Qinghuan finally understands, it's okay to help, but it has to be one of his own.

For a moment, Zhang Qinghuan was a little helpless because he was just a newcomer.

Liu Fuhai saw that he didn't join his thoughts, so he continued. "Our department is really busy, and we have to hand in orders for the songs of various companies, and some of them can't make it. We need to be considerate to each other."

"Hey, this song is for Brother Youtiao. Do you really don't want this opportunity?" A voice came from outside the door. The person who came was naturally Wang Lan from the agency department.

Wang Lan actually stayed at the door for a while, just to see if Zhang Qinghuan would be moved.After all, the title of ace composer still has a lot of status in this company, at least it is much higher than the status of Zhang Qinghuan, who has just left the rookie manager.

The result made Wang Lan very satisfied, so she decisively offered to help. Since Zhang Qinghuan didn't answer this question, then if he didn't answer, he didn't agree.

The fried dough stick group now has at least hundreds of thousands of fans, which is not a lot, but if it can be used to train newcomers, it will be a good performance for Liu Fuhai.

Although Liu Fuhai doesn't know what to do in the office, the people outside the office still look very busy.

"Xiao Zhang! Why didn't you tell me about this earlier? We are all a family, so I have to help with this."

Zhang Qinghuan twitched the corners of her mouth, not even knowing what to say.

"Then thank you Mr. Liu! I don't know when I can pick it up."

"A week!"

Zhang Qinghuan cupped his hands and followed Wang Lan away.

After Liu Fuhai confirmed that the two had left, he operated the screen a few more times and continued to immerse himself in it.

……

Zhang Qinghuan walked along with Wang Lan, and the two chatted about Chopin's recent situation.

"It's a pity, it turned out to be the last one. If you need any help, just tell me, and help me if you can." Wang Lan also knew that Chopin's difficulty was not easy. After Chopin was signed by Zhang Qinghuan, Wang Lan understood Check out Chopin's information.

Seeing Chopin's achievements, Wang Lan was also very happy. This is the emotional connection between the peers of people in their 30s.

"Zhang Qinghuan, Zhang Qinghuan, there is something wrong with the comic distribution department, come here now." The person who came was from the comic distribution department.

For a moment, Zhang Qinghuan saw someone a little anxious on the other side, so he said goodbye to Wang Lan and followed her all the way to the comic distribution department.

"You're here." It was Liu Yanxi who spoke.

"I'm here, what happened?"

"Can you tell your painters not to let themselves go."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Qinghuan was also a little confused. In the past two months, Zhang Qinghuan watched Li Fenqi's painting progress, and it has been going well. The manga has slowly advanced to the middle stage, and the protagonists have not experienced too few climaxes.

"look by youself."

"What's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)