"Let's get started."

In the recording studio, Fang Wenshan lit a cigarette without hesitation, chewing betel nut, and the smoke scattered some tobacco stains on his beard.

His dress, dress, and behavior all tell others that he is an ‘artist’.

Under the influence of the double taste, Fang Wenshan felt that inspiration continued to surge from the depths of her mind...

"The sky is blue waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you..."

Fang Wenshan narrowed his eyes half-squinted, thinking about how to sing the next sentence, what lyrics should be like, where the high notes, where the bass, and where to use tremolo.

In this state, no one dared to come forward to disturb him.

He is Fang Wenshan.

In the recording studio, a singer was trying hard to sing his song affectionately, and he didn't care.

It seems to be relieved, it seems to be not caring.

He rests at ease with the person he chooses.

At this moment, sounds came from the side.

"Jianghu laughs, my memories with you are after the mist and rain..."

The sounds from the recording studio next door made Fang Wenshan frown.

He hated the most about thinking about music and was interrupted by an inexplicable voice.

For example, now.

"What's going on here?"

The recording guy in the recording studio next door had been bribed by Ma Xiangdong, and he had already prepared his lines: "Oh, sorry, sorry, there is a problem with the equipment, now you can only play it out. Wait a minute, we are solving the problem..."

The recording guy pretended to be fiddling with the equipment, and directly ignored the thread that he deliberately pulled out and let the singing sound come out of the speaker.

"Your recording studio is not cheap at least, and the equipment can still have such problems."

Fang Wenshan frowned, but she just complained and did not take too much action.

After all, equipment is force majeure.

No matter how expensive the equipment is, it will have problems, which is common sense.

Fang Wenshan is also a reasoned person in most cases. He just kept sitting and just started to listen to the singing in the recording studio.

"But this person's voice is pretty good, his singing skills are a bit tender, his voice is very clear and straightforward, he is a good seedling..."

Not that hot ears.

Something even works!

It should be a good seedling...

Of course, it is just a good seedling, and it did not make Fang Wenshan take it specifically to heart.

Or, you can take it to heart, but it is not necessary.

Fang Wenshan himself is still closing his eyes and thinking about the lyrics and songs.

After recording the sound in the recording studio, the door opened and Ma Xiangdong walked out of it. He came to Fang Wenshan very coincidentally, and recognized him very coincidentally.

"Fang...Master Fang Wenshan? Is it you?"

"Um..."

"Master Fang Wenshan, I am your fan!"

"oh?"

Fang Wenshan was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the boy with a simple voice and a young singing skill was actually his own fan?

At this moment, Ma Xiangdong's face was red and his ears were red, his excitement was beyond words, and he had a fan circle smell.

Of course, Fang Wenshan did not react any other way, but was a little happy.

Who is unhappy when you meet fans?

Besides, the voice of the person in front of him is quite good.

"Boy, are you good at singing, professional?"

"Yes, I'm currently a trainee..."

"Oh? Which company's trainees?"

"I am currently a trainee of Tianyu..."

"Does Tianyu..."

Fang Wenshan thought about this company. It used to be pretty good, but now it has been eroded into another shape by capital. If you want to call it an entertainment company, it is actually more like a capital company.

The two started chatting. The more Fang Wenshan talked, the more speculative he felt, and felt that the young man in front of him had an appetite.

That's certainly a taste.

Ma Xiangdong has specially investigated Fang Wenshan's preferences online, and secretly went to his Weibo for a day to browse, and analyzed all kinds of content that can be used for chatting...

He analyzed Fang Wenshan like a girl he wanted to pursue!

Opportunities are always left to those who have opportunities, and Ma Xiangdong deeply understands this truth.

"Boy, it's pretty good, it's very good for my appetite."

Fang Wenshan became more and more pleasing to the eye, and even decided to write a song for this kid on the spot.

“Where do it.”

Ma Xiangdong was quite modest, his head was half low, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Stay stable.

I was appreciated by Fang Wenshan.

"But you are not by my side, so I can send you the breeze to your health."

"Time is slower, don't make you old anymore."

A low and magnetic singing voice came from the studio.

After hearing this voice, Fang Wenshan was suddenly stunned and did not continue to talk to Ma Xiangdong. Although Ma Xiangdong was still talking at this time, his thoughts had already flown to the other side.

"This is..."

On the other side, the guy in charge of tuning and calibration was suddenly stunned and apologized: "Oh sorry, I'm sorry, I accidentally released it. I'll adjust the equipment now..."

The calibration guy is still complaining.

Who is it? Turning all the speakers into external playback?!

So unethical.

"Continue to let go, don't stop..."

"ah..."

"Brother Wenshan..."

Ma Xiangdong was still showing his attentiveness on the side, and Fang Wenshan's thoughts were already attracted by the other side.

This voice...

Is it Liu Donghua?

No, it’s a bit similar to Liu Donghua, but its voice is different. This voice is clearer, younger and more energetic.

Paired with this low singing method, there are some wonderful chemical reactions.

At this time, Fang Wenshan's expression gradually became greedy.

Fang Wenshan came to the tuner without hesitation, and said sincerely.

"Brother, can you tell me the identity of this singer?"

"Sorry, no, this is a client secret..."

The tuner decisively refused, just kidding, this is a matter of professional ethics.

Even if the principle of Fang Wenshan’s musicians is in front of you, it is impossible to break it. How can they continue to leak customer information?

"Please tell me, his voice is really suitable for me, it is very suitable for this song. I will give you money for 10,000 yuan, or 20,000 yuan? How much money do you want? As long as it is not too much, I will give it to you, and I will buy his identity information."

"Sorry, it really doesn't work."

The tuner decisively refused, and he would not have lost his job and career for 10,000 or 20,000 yuan.

"What's the phone number of your boss? I'll talk to him in person."

"Our boss won't agree to you either. This is a matter of principle. I'm so sorry..."

Fang Wenshan was about to quarrel with this young brother. As circulated on the Internet, he was reasonable most of the time... Since there were most of the time, there were a small part of the time, just like now.

Only Ma Xiangdong, who was messy on the side, was left, staring blankly at Fang Wenshan who was quarreling with others for a song. Fang Wenshan now has long regarded Ma Xiangdong as an air person.

"Fang...Brother Fang..."
Chapter completed!