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Chapter 108 When Walking On Eggs (Thanks to the Pirates for the Reward)
As noon approached, Wang Xiaoli's mouth was parched, and it was a waste of time for his kickback.

"Xiao Li, let's go eat something, it's been a busy morning."

"Ah? It's okay, Brother Fan, what kind of work is this? I won't go. I have to go to work in the afternoon."

When Wang Xiaoli heard Zheng Fan calling him to eat, he waved his hand, indicating that he would not go.

"Let's go, let's have a light meal together. I still have a headache remembering this. See if you know anyone who can work in a recording studio. If not, you can find someone for me. I'll contract it out to him."

"This... I know you, but I'm not very familiar with it. I can't guarantee you the lowest price."

This time Wang Xiaoli was not as straightforward as when he recommended soundproof cotton to Zheng Fan.

Because the guy who sells the soundproof cotton is his close buddy, he can pack it up and say four hundred and one square meters, but he can't do anything else.

"Hey, it's okay. I don't worry if you say that. No matter what, let him earn some money, right? Haha, let's go."

Wang Xiaoli couldn't refuse, so he could only follow Zheng Fan to the restaurant.

In fact, Zheng Fan came to this underground recording studio today for two main purposes. The first purpose was to build one himself, to see what he generally needed.

And the second purpose is for Wang Xiaoli.

When chatting with Lin Zhiwei last night, Lin Zhiwei mentioned the commercial song to him. Lin Zhiwei asked Zheng Fan why the commercial song he sang was different from the songs he usually sang.

Of course Zheng Fan wouldn't tell Lin Zhiwei that the commercial song was all made by sound repairing, and it would be a ghost if it could be the same.

But having said that, Zheng Fan has never heard the commercial song, so he found the previous video and listened to it.

But I was surprised to find that the tuned song turned out to be very pleasant, and there was no flaw in the whole, it was simply my original singing.

So the career of tuner came into Zheng Fan's mind.

This time, it was because the commercial song was recorded, and the song was not extracted from the system, so Zheng Fan sang very badly, but fortunately, he pretended to be a big name to fool him.

So what about next time?

What about the next time you need to sing an unsystematic song?Wouldn't it have to go through the tuning of the tuner?

And if there are too many times like this, after knowing that Zheng Fan's singing is out of tune, or even not in tune at all, there will be more people, maybe he will face a very bad situation.

In this case, why not find a dedicated tuner, so Wang Xiaoli, who had helped him tune up, came to Zheng Fan's mind.

This kid has a very high level of tuning, even if he is not a million-level tuner, he is more than enough to be a hundred thousand-level tuner, but he doesn't know why he is nestled in such a recording studio to help others tune up.

But this matter has to be taken slowly and considered in the long run.

The guests and hosts had a great time at lunch. The two exchanged WeChat IDs and mobile phone numbers. Wang Xiaoli also agreed to Zheng Fan's request and found him a team to go to Qingdao to take a look at it.

However, the specific time has not been determined. In Wang Xiaoli's words, it is just shopping around, so there is no rush.

"Ding Ding!"

Zheng Fan, who returned to the hotel, just wanted to take a shower when he received several messages in succession.

The first thing that caught my eye was the 150 million that Mustache called.

There is also a message: "Brother Zheng, I am not mistaken about you. This song should be sung by you when you were preparing for the finals, right? I remember this love in my heart. Let's see in the future. You helped my brother. Brother appointed that he will not forget you."

The attitude of this mustache is very good, which makes Zheng Fan feel very comfortable.

First of all, the 100 is very comfortable. Zheng Fan sold two songs to Lin Qiang, which are all copyrights, only 50 million, and Zheng Fan didn’t tell Moustache how much a song is. mind.

Mustache must be aware of the market price. A song only costs 60 to 100 yuan, and a better one is around [-] million yuan.

And Mustache directly sent over 150 million, which was much higher than the market price, and it also implicitly expressed that he was very satisfied with this song, or that his wife was very satisfied.

Another reason should be to compensate Zheng Fan, because he asked Zheng Fan in the message if this song was his final song!
As for why Xiao Huzi said that this song was sung by Zheng Fan in the final, this reflects that Xiao Huzi is also a master of all things.

Before Zheng Fanlin went to the recording studio, he and the staff of the program group submitted his accompaniment to the final song, which is what the girl who sang in the a cappella told me.

As long as Xiao Huzi asked, he would understand that Zheng Fan sang this song once in the a cappella session, and he sang different songs in the subsequent competitions.

But this time in the finals, Zheng Fan took out the song he sang once, which can only mean that Zheng Fan has no new songs, so the mustache understands very well.

Seeing that Moustache is so majestic, it is reasonable to say that he is a bold person, but then think about it again.

Zheng Fan not only shook his head, it was not a good thing.

No wonder Lin Zhiwei told himself that when he really stepped into the so-called entertainment industry, he knew how deep the water was and how deep his heart was.

How many seniors and bigwigs in the circle who have been famous for a long time have been pulled down from the altar by various conspiracies and schemes.

Once you enter the entertainment circle, you should walk on thin ice every step of the way, and remember not to be arrogant and conceited!

Chewing on Lin Zhiwei's advice, the more Zheng Fan thought about it, the more it made sense, what a Lin Zhiwei, what a Lin Banzi.

……

"Tomorrow, whether it's raining or sunny, embrace and make love more meaningful~

World, move forward with love, oh~"

In a certain karaoke room, Zhan Xiao finished practicing with light spots, and turned to look at the music director.

"No, your pronunciation is too heavy in the second section of the third section, you have to turn it softly, and you have to hum the first section of the fourth section, especially the English part, the pronunciation is not standard, continue!"

Watching Zhan Xiao in front of him pick up the microphone again and start practicing, the mustache standing aside patted his wife and walked out the door first.

After lighting a cigarette, Mustache asked: "This competition is about to end, have you thought about the way forward?"

Mustache's wife is the leader of Zhan Xiao's boy group, a young woman with red hair.

Hearing her husband's words, the young woman did not answer, but asked back with a smile: "Director Liu, I just want to ask if you still have the idea of ​​losing everything?"

Hearing his wife's ridicule, Mustache raised his hand helplessly, and said, "I admit that I am short-sighted, okay, the main reason is that I have been in this circle for so many years, and I have never seen anything like this before. One program can gain 500 million Weibo fans."

"There are so many advertisers coming to you before you finish participating in a show. Now fans like idols who are like sissies?"

Hearing Mustache's words, the young woman raised her hand and patted him twice, coquettishly said: "Don't speak so harshly, you are my relative after all, besides, this society is like this, what can you do?"

"Not to mention, Zheng Jun and Zheng Fan are musicians with real skills. I admit it, but do they attract fans?"

"Their fans combined are probably less than half of Zhan Xiao's."

"Society is different, old Liu. The old style is no longer popular. Now it's the young people's world. If you want to make money, you have to target them!"

(End of this chapter)