If a villa is really built, this requirement is not an excessive in essence. The price of villas these days is tens of thousands of yuan, and it is a luxury house.

The key is, no.

Many times, many things are so inexplicable, and I don’t know how some news came about.

"Are you going to the district?"

"Yes, the demolition office is there, I didn't dare to move forward."

"Okay, it has nothing to do with us. Just tell the security guard not to rush in, don't mix anything else."

This is the crap in the district. No matter how the news comes out, it must be that the early publicity work has not been done.

There are about 150 shops planned there, so where can I find a house?

"Go and rest, I'll read the documents." Zhang Yanming sent the little assistant away to sit down behind the desk, and threw the matter aside. He couldn't care.

I put a few invitations there, picked them up and flipped them out. They were all meetings, and then invitations like New Year's Day party.

It’s the end of the year, and all aspects are doing things, including those who have ties, sponsorships, and advertising. They are all very busy.

I watched it and didn’t have to participate. The one I need to pay attention to is Beijing TV. However, Fengcheng’s advertisements have their own arrangements, so it doesn’t make sense to go there.

Just throw the invitation into the file basket on the left and ignore it. There is no point in this place that does not need to be saved, which means it is used as garbage.

Documents cannot be thrown away, and those that are useless must be crushed with a shredder before they can be thrown out. The assistant will handle it.

It takes a bit of time to read the file, so you have to consider and think about it, and time has passed without realizing it.

Bangbang, the door glass was knocked a few times.

Zhang Yanming turned his head and looked over, and Zheng Ren's face was pressed against the glass with a smirk.

"Come in, pretend." Zhang Yanming put down the documents and stood up, moving his waist for a while.

Zheng Ren, Lan Caiyi, Su Yu and Shen Guoguo walked in. The air conditioner and electric heating in the house were enough, so there was no cotton curtain installed, making it very convenient to enter and exit.

"Why are you going together?" Zhang Yanming asked casually, and saw Lan Caiyi holding a CD in her hand and reached out to come: "Is it recorded? Listen."

Lan Caiyi was a little nervous, pursed her lips and watched Zhang Yanming go over and insert the disc into the player.

Five people sat on the sofa and listened to music.

This is the first time everyone has listened to Lan Caiyi's album, including Lan Caiyi herself. She couldn't hear the full version when recording it.

There is quite a big difference between recording songs and live singing. Basically, it is stingy one sentence at a time, not the one I imagined.

Sing a song three or five times or ten times, then pick it out and spell it intact, and then do the overall sound and tremble. The splicing of dry sounds will not affect the later effect.

After the dry sound is repaired by the polished mix and defibrillation, and then combined with the recorded arrangement soundtrack, it will be a complete song.

In fact, there were many small frozen meat traffic stars and other albums later, and they all produced albums in this way. They had a car accident as soon as they entered the scene.

The country is so big, so many stars are there? How many people dare to attend concerts?

Many little frozen meats are on the show. Everyone says to have a performance, and then they will be awkward with a "dance" that I don't know what kind of fun. How many people dare to sing?

Zhang Yanming doesn’t want to raise some such half-dead stars, it’s meaningless.

He allowed Zhang Yongguang to spend money to open this music bar to let these people practice and get used to adapting to the atmosphere and noise of the scene.

Without experience, without strong adaptability, strong heart and strong singing skills, you can throw it directly on the stage.

That's not something that anyone can control. It's normal for the whole body to tremble and not even make a sound, so it's not surprising that you can't pee directly.

The people in the studio were not afraid of the scene and had enough performance experience. Instead, they were a little scared when they heard their albums. Lan Caiyi was obviously a little shaking, and she held a teacup in her hand with her composure. The water surface was shaking like an earthquake.

"Do you think about it?" Zhang Yanming said with a smile.

"I, I'm nervous." Lan Caiyi blushed and glared at Zhang Yanming, which made her better.

"It's okay, Caiyi, your singing skills are absolutely fine, there is no problem at the scene, and there is still some refining." Zheng Ren leaned on the sofa with one leg crossed his legs, feeling a little erect.

"I just fear that the repair will be too good. What should I do if I can't come out of the scene?"

"Are you stupid?" Zheng Ren looked at Lan Caiyi and asked.

"You're stupid."

The music flowed out, and everyone shut up and listened carefully.

‘The night is getting drunk and deeper. How close is this moment, the thoughts seem to be shaking, and the contradictions are deeper…’

Zhang Yanming nodded. Sure enough, the voice of Lan Caiyi was particularly suitable for Wang Jingwen's songs. It was ethereal and confusing. Before he knew it, he was infected and immersed in it.

There are countless possibilities in the world, and no one can explain them clearly.

They look like, have the same voice, have a stingy personality, and have completely copied the situation. Everyone struggles in their own circle until they are revealed by someone who is interested, or dies in ignorance.

Who can understand why Zhou Shuren is so angular and masculine, why his son grew up to Song Xiaobao? I especially want to know what Song Xiaobao's father looks like.

Time also became tactful in the beautiful music, slowly sliding through the hearts of several people.

Twelve songs, more than an hour passed without notice.

Zhang Yanming didn't say anything and took the lead in applauding.

"It sounds nice." Su Yu was a little envious of Lan Caiyi's voice.

"It's over?" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment and applauded: "It feels like it's not a while. It should be better if it's longer."

"The songs are so long, right?" Shen Guoguo glanced at Zheng Ren.

"Why does it have to be that long? Who stipulates it? Isn't it okay to grow longer?"

"Singing for an hour is a play." Su Yu retorted.

Zhang Yanming took the disc out of the machine and said with a smile: "Isn't the play the song from the past?"

"Isn't it different? If it is compared like this, it should be a song, which means the same as the current song, and the play should be a movie." Zheng Ren analyzed it. It was true that the play had a storyline.

"Then why is the song shorter than the song? The song only has three or four minutes, but the song is not that short." Shen Guoguo was dissatisfied.

Zheng Ren thought about it and laughed: "I really don't know this, it's all like this anyway. It should have been learned from abroad, right?"

Zhang Yanming took the signature pen and asked Lan Caiyi to sign the blank disc, saying, "Yes, many things are passed down from abroad. We all learn from it. Being behind, others are the standards."

He would save the first CD from this recording studio as a memory.

"Who set this standard? Why is it three minutes and four minutes? Why is it not five minutes and eight minutes?" Su Yu asked all over his head.

Zhang Yanming glanced at Su Yu, thought for a while and asked, "Do you know how the width of the railway is determined?"

"I don't know? It has something to do with Ge'er?" Su Yu shook her head.

"No." Zhang Yanming took the CD into his bookcase: "The width of the railway is two horses. At that time, the designers used it directly."

He clapped his hands and turned to look at several people: "The ruts that make the carriages the same width and coaxial are the ruts, because if you are different, you will bump and twist the wheels. It was all dirt roads at that time."

"Then why is the song three minutes?"
Chapter completed!