In the villa, Li Fengshan lay back, leaning half of his body on the sofa, rubbing his swollen temples.

The female secretary, who was wearing black stockings and stiletto heels, stood up obediently, walked to the back of the sofa, then half-bent down, rubbing Li Fengshan's temples.

Li Fengshan tilted his head back slightly and rested his head on two clouds.

"Mr. Li, would you like me to put some hot water on and let's take a bath?" She noticed that Li Fengshan was in a bad mood and suggested not to watch the show.

Li Fengshan shook his head. He wanted to see what Luo Mo's performance stage could do!

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On the other side, Shen Yinuo returned home.

She didn't have anything to record today, and she didn't have any schedule at the company, so she made a special trip home.

The recording location of "Creating an Idol" is in the suburbs of Shanghai, which is actually far away from her home on the Bund, so she basically doesn't go home to rest.

To be precise, when she went home today, she mainly had something to discuss with her father.

Well, about signing Luo Mo.

The leader of Xinyu, named Luo Shaoqiu, is a man with a slight lameness in his left foot.

This man controls the first-line brokerage company second only to the four major companies in the industry. His status in the industry is not worse than Li Fengshan, or even slightly better.

Unlike Li Fengshan, a man who regards women as his playthings, Luo Shaoqiu, although he is in the lavish entertainment industry, has a great relationship with his wife and is a bit afraid of his wife.

At the same time, he was also a slave to his daughter. He regarded Shen Yinuo as the apple of his eye and followed her wishes in everything.

No, after Shen Yinuo came home, he pulled him and asked him to watch the third episode of "Creating an Idol". Luo Shaoqiu actually had some small things to deal with, but he chose to watch an episode of the variety show with his daughter first.

Before the show started, he even ran to the kitchen to cut a fruit plate, and the nanny was not allowed to do it, so he had to cut it himself, in order to please his daughter.

"Nono, eat some fruit." The lame man handed the fruit plate to his daughter and said.

"Dad, stop running around. Sit down quickly. It will start soon." Shen Yinuo turned on the screen at home and said to Luo Shaoqiu.

"Hey, let me take a good look at my Nono's performance on the show." Luo Shaoqiu said.

When the program continued to air and Luo Mo came into the room to make a video call with Tong Qinglin and his parents, Luo Shaoqiu was slightly surprised and said: "I didn't expect that I could actually see Mr. Tong in this program."

"Dad, do you know him?" Shen Yinuo was a little surprised.

Luo Shaoqiu nodded and said, "I saw his play many years ago."

After saying that, he gave a thumbs up and said, "This is it."

"That's it, then you should pay attention to this closed disciple of his." Shen Yinuo hugged a pillow, sat cross-legged on the sofa with his white thighs, and pointed at Luo Mo on the screen.

Luo Shaoqiu glanced at Luo Mo, nodded and said, "I know he is Xiao Jiang's junior high school classmate you told me about on the phone last time, right?"

Shen Yinuo nodded and said: "Yes, yes, he is very popular recently."

Luo Shaoqiu looked at his daughter, then at Luo Mo on the screen, and asked a question seriously: "How old is he this year and what is his category?"

How could Shen Yinuo not understand the meaning of his father's words? He couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you thinking, Comrade Luo Shaoqiu! I want to sign him into the company!"

"That's it." Luo Shaoqiu's eyes softened a little, and he no longer looked at Luo Mo on the screen with a scrutinizing gaze.

Shen Yinuo said with great interest: "Dad, let me tell you, I saw that he was a potential stock before he became popular, and I wanted to sign him, but the conditions were not agreed upon."

"Oh? Really." Luo Shaoqiu didn't ask in detail, but just said: "So before you went home today, you said you missed me and your mother. Is that a lie?"

"Oh, why are your focus always so skewed!" Shen Yinuo angrily picked up a piece of watermelon with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Okay, okay, then I will go to see his stage performance as the boss of Xinyu." Luo Shaoqiu did not dare to make his daughter unhappy.

"Well, you have to strictly control it, because the conditions he offered are a bit high." Shen Yinuo said, half hiding and half.

"Hahaha, Mr. Tong's closed disciple is worth looking forward to." After Luo Shaoqiu read the previous "Xue Yi Ancient Training", he who loves to listen to theater has a slight affection for Luo Mo.

At this time, the program finally aired and the Anonymous Team came on stage.

After taking the stage, a shadow puppet show was played on the big screen.

Looking at the contents of the shadow puppet show, Luo Shaoqiu was quickly attracted to it.

"Nono, you just said that Xu Chujing's exam question was [Yi]. Judging from the shadow puppet show at the beginning, Luo Mo's songwriting angle is probably about the justice of the family and the country, right?" Luo Shaoqiu said.

"Yes." Shen Yinuo said.

Luo Shaoqiu nodded slightly, without comment.

If a trainee from Xinyu was sent to participate in "Creating Idols" and wanted to write a song about the righteousness of family and country, Luo Shaoqiu would definitely reject it directly.

The subject matter is too big and the structure is too high-level, so it is easy to get lost.

This kind of song, most people feel that it is almost meaningless.

The entry point must be found well.

After playing part of the shadow puppet show, the song title "Red Ling" appeared on the screen.

Immediately afterwards, several of Luo Mo's teammates began to sing on the stage, while he himself always stood behind the curtain and could not be seen.

"[The play breaks, the sleeves rise and fall...]"

Luo Shaoqiu listened to the song and watched the content of the shadow puppet show, and his interest became more and more intense.

When the flames on the stage burned, Luo Shaoqiu's eyes immediately lit up.

As if by magic, the curtain in front of Luo Mo was instantly swallowed up by the flames. Dressed in red, he danced gracefully on the stage, and his drama resounded throughout the audience.

"[People in the audience walked by, but they couldn't see the old color...]"

With just one sentence, Luo Shaoqiu couldn't help but nod.

Surprise, special surprise!

The opera elements of this song are blended very well, it's very comfortable, and it doesn't feel too abrupt.

At the same time, he felt that he was worthy of being a close disciple of Mr. Tong. His opera skills were very solid, and he was not just a casual play by an outsider.

Seeing that his father was completely intoxicated, Shen Yinuo asked quickly: "Dad, can you evaluate Luo Mo's opera skills?"

Luo Shaoqiu was still in the shock caused by the fire on the stage. When he heard his daughter's question, he immediately said: "Nonuo, I can tell you clearly that if he were at his level before, he would be able to Playing a role."

Shen Yinuo asked curiously: "I can understand what this role means, but just like celebrities are divided into first- and second-tier roles, to what extent can they be considered a role?"

Luo Shaoqiu smiled and said: "The so-called corner means that once your name is written in a play, you can sell tickets and you won't be dissatisfied. There will be a team of people following you, dozens or even more than a hundred people. No. 1, I will follow you to eat."

"It was different from now. To be regarded as a cornerstone, it's not enough to be popular. You also need to have strength. Only then will everyone be willing to follow you. I think this will be long-lasting and not just a flash in the pan." Luo Shao Akimichi.

Shen Yinuo nodded, understanding the meaning.

This actually highlights the core of the song.

It is precisely because of everyone's pursuit and love that Jiao'er was born. So, now that the invaders are coming, it's time to repay the kindness of the people.

What's more, how can the national essence be insulted?

The parents' eyes returned to the screen. At this time, "Chi Ling" was almost over.

Luo Mo's figure was slightly stooped, and he froze on the stage. The light beam hitting him became darker and darker, and the shadow puppet show on the screen was completely devoured by the fire.

A man of low status who dared not forget to worry about his country, and whose name may not be left in history, has repaid his country's kindness!

The large blood-red characters formed by the firelight appeared on the screen: "Chi Ling"!

Luo Shaoqiu couldn't help but sigh: "Okay, this song is so well done!"

He rubbed his arms and said, "Look, Dad has never seen any big storms and waves, and he got goosebumps."

When Shen Yinuo heard this, he immediately smiled mischievously and said, "Dad, remember to watch the next performance. I'm on stage with him. I'm sure you'll get more goosebumps."

It's really filial piety.

"Really? Then I'm looking forward to our Nono's performance." Luo Shaoqiu said with a smile.

Then, he asked about the business: "Tell me, what contract conditions did Luo Mo have?"

He thought to himself: "Since he is the first person Nono wants to sign, and he is very popular now. Then, an A-level contract is OK. Dad can give you these permissions. You can follow him yourself." How about talking and exercising yourself?"

When Shen Yinuo heard this, his mouth tightened slightly and he said, "But he wants to be S-level! He also wants to open his own personal studio!"

"What?" Luo Shaoqiu was stunned for a moment.

Good guy, the lion is opening his mouth!

How about I just give you the company shares?

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The third episode of "Creating Idols" ended tonight.

In a courtyard in Kyoto, an old man over eighty years old opened a bottle of wine and had two drinks.

Mr. Tong's drinking capacity was as poor as ever. He only drank two small glasses and was already a little drunk.

Just like when he had his eightieth birthday, he only drank a little before he became drunk and hazy.
To be continued...