Mrs. Chen felt that she was too surprised because the next scene really subverted her perception.

As soon as Ni Huang let go of his hand, Wu Wei took the initiative to attack. With a powerful and heavy knee pad, people who don’t understand can also feel how ruthless and heavy the collision sound made by Ni Huang’s block.

Wu Wei was attacking continuously. In the not-so-spacious reception area, Han Xingxi protected Chen Tai to the door of a bedroom and gave the area to both of them.

The table and chair are not an obstacle at all. Both of them are in a state of fierce strength and do not retreat. The attack from Wu Wei’s Muay Thai mode hurts when it looks. But Ni Huang’s slender body does not retreat at all, and uses hands and feet to block them. Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang the sound from the contact between the two of them is not like a collision of human bodies, but more like the sound of swinging a sledgehammer to hit the iron block wrapped in a layer of quilt.

Ni Huang moved his hand and formed a palm. With a snap, the tip of his palm was like a knife 'punching' at the connection between Wu Wei's shoulder and arm.

In an instant, the paralysis effect from the 'strings' was so powerful that Wu Wei's arm could no longer exert force. In a gap, Ni Huang raised his leg and hit his knee on his abdomen. With a bang, he stepped back and knocked away the chair, and the person sat directly on the ground.

Ni Huang's other leg and heel touched Wu Wei's throat. The latter stopped moving after falling down and could no longer move. Facing the already cold throat, he chose to hold his head with both hands: "Don't hit someone in the face."

Ni Huang sneered, pulled a chair and sat down: "Boy, I'm very brave. I will come to you often in the future."

"Sister, I was wrong, I promise not to resist in the future."

"It's too late."

"Then forget it." Wu Wei spread his hands out of no way, stood up, walked to Mr. Chen, with respect for the seniors in the industry, lowered his head and took the initiative to stretch out his hands, and his posture was very low: "Mr. Chen, laugh at me, laugh at me, my sister at home..." His fingers compared his head: "You understand."

He kicked the P-share firmly, and the force was not very strong, so he endured it and his expression twitched deliberately, which meant whether he saw it or not. Just like that, I got used to it.

Jiang Chen and Zhou Xin were both used to it. With Ah Hua blocked the stairs, they directly chose to turn a blind eye and do whatever they should do. They cleaned up the scene after the live broadcast just now. Both of them had very small movements and listened with their ears. Seeing Wu Wei suddenly take off, they were envious and jealous, and they didn't want Wu Wei to enter the entertainment industry too early. He had fewer live broadcasts. How can we take advantage of the popularity? His fans' growth rate is slow. What should we do?

Mrs. Chen looked at Ni Huang sitting on the chair with her legs raised. Ru looked at her juniors and explained to Wu Wei: "Xiao Han is a talented person. He can help you. With me behind you, you can also reduce the trouble in the circle. As for when you arrive in Xiangjiang, with Xiao Ni here, no one dares to raise your bottom line."

Wu Wei looked at Ni Huang, ran over, lit a cigarette for the other party, poured water and took a ashtray, and saw Han Xingxi nodded secretly. This kid is very good at style, not the kind of person who is stubborn, knows how to adapt and persist at specific times. Such people are suitable for being in the entertainment industry.

The three who Chen Tai was most attentive are none of them like Wu Wei. In terms of creative aspects, those three actually have no special talents. They sing and perform, and finally become seniors in the eyes of others at the level of personal charm. It can be said that they are all very orthodox.

The artists signed later were all signed very early. She herself did not plan to lead the artist herself. One reason was that she lacked energy, and the other was that she did not want to put too much pressure on the artist. If she was brought to attend various occasions in person, the media and the public would immediately compare them with those three. If she could not do the ultimate good every time, she would definitely attract large-scale criticism.

Mr. Chen asked with a gentle face: "Wu Wei, can you tell me your goal?"

Ni Huang also turned his head slightly, saying that he was listening and was very curious about how big you can play and how big your heart is.

Wu Wei said lightly, without hesitation, nor did he get pregnant. With an attitude of talking about something ordinary, he said calmly: "Oscar winner, Grammys will be the best singer, with 1 billion and 800 million fans..."

This time, I couldn't calm down. If Mr. Chen hadn't learned some information, he would have really treated Wu Wei as a lunatic. Uh, neurotic, no wonder that girl Ni Huang could have liked him. These two people are completely the same.

Ni Huang looked at Wu Wei like a fool. She found that although she looked down on him very much, she still looked down on him. This guy's madness was no worse than himself. The fields used by both sides were different. She was fighting and killing, and she was trying to complete an impossible task.

The remaining Han Xingxiu felt that he was thinking too much. Thanks to the one who didn’t agree to him just now, otherwise as an agent, he really didn’t know how to play. With an artist with such lofty ideals, what kind of mentality should he have as an agent? He felt that he could write an article, and he could not even measure what kind of article he would be scolded as after he could not measure it.

Mrs. Chen felt a little uncomfortable. She was a person who came from the golden age of Xiangjiang. She also promoted several artists who could truly have a very famous reputation in Asia. Not to mention the whole of China, they can all be called legendary artists.

My brother had the idea of ​​going further, and Amei had it. Later, Zhang Xueyou, the title of World Tour Concert, wanted to be bigger and truly conduct ticket sales concerts in areas like North America and Europe.

Some of them are gifted and some are extremely hardworking. They have always stood on the top of the mountain and have fantasized about climbing higher peaks. However, when everyone looks up, they are a bit respectful, not humble, but a recognition of their development being stronger than themselves. I want to integrate into it, conquer, and finally send our voices out there.

It can be said that those three are Mrs. Chen's pride and also the pain in her heart. Both of them return to the sky and are in the best years. It can be said that no one knows whether they can climb later and whether they can climb to a higher mountain.

Now suddenly there is a young man who says he wants to reach the highest peak of the world. It’s nothing to say about young people, but if they don’t have any connection with reality at all, it sounds a little boring. No one dares to take an artist who is unrestrained.

Ni Huang narrowed her eyes: "Wu Wei, did you mean it, right?"

Wu Wei did it on purpose, but he didn't mind explaining: "I'm talking about my heart."

This time, even Ni Huang frowned.

Wu Wei suddenly spoke, fluent English and bragging seriously: "Everyone knows about my information. After graduating from high school, I failed one after another in Beijing for more than three years, and I have achieved nothing. In my hometown, I have been a low-level anchor for one year. All my efforts are not told by outsiders. I have taught myself Cantonese and myself English, in order to be a good artist. I learned to play guitar, piano, suona, dance, choreography, and I am still learning rap. Everyone has only seen my popularity, no one sees the hardships I endured. I know that entering this circle requires some rules. I don't want to be exploited by others for ten or eight years. I want to directly build my own personal studio. I was worried that I would encounter some things. I was young and stupid at the time, so I studied Muay Thai. I suffered a lot of hardships for this, so I let my hands bear some things that it shouldn't have to bear."

"Now, when I was filming the MV, my director and music director of the MV, both said that I was wasting my natural resources. I didn't know what talent is or genius is. Maybe I am like this. If my hands are not damaged, I can play better. During those days of study, I didn't understand any music theory, so I played it all the time. Every day I was so tired that I wanted to vomit, and I was all these things in my dreams. Later, maybe I practiced too much and had hallucinations. Every time I went to bed, some melodies would appear in my mind..."

"I said that the songs I created do not require the creation process. They are all obtained from my sleep. Everyone will find it ridiculous. I don't think it is ridiculous. I regard it as the result of my hard practice. If someone else can practice for a lifetime, I only need a few months to reach that level, then this 1% talent from God's gift can only be said that I did not let it down. After being silent for more than 20 years, I finally developed it..."

Han Xingxi was a little unable to keep up later. Wu Wei's fluent English surpassed the level of ordinary dialogue. He couldn't understand many professional vocabulary, but he knew one thing. If an artist could be proficient in English, it would be a very useful skill. In more and more variety shows, there would inevitably be room for display.

Chen Tai was moved. She could see the ambition in Wu Wei's eyes, and could also feel that he really had to pursue this ideal as a lifelong career.

Ni Huang's expression did not change much, but there was a fleeting softness in his eyes when he looked at Wu Wei. He studied Muay Thai and practiced so well, but he was just to protect himself? Thinking back to the fact that his appearance made him wait for the show when the two met.

As I thought about it, the corners of my mouth unconsciously raised slightly. It turned out that he was like this, interesting and interesting.

After Wu Wei's voice fell, Mrs. Chen said, "I don't deny your talent. Just these are not enough to make you achieve such a dream."

Wu Wei smiled brightly and was full of confidence: "No hurry, I still have time, I am only twenty-three years old."

Mrs. Chen felt Wu Wei's high confidence. He was not arrogant or irreverent. He was telling a fact, a fact that even if it could not be realized, he would continue unswervingly.

"Okay, I like young people with dreams, Wu Wei. I wonder if I can be lucky enough to hear a classic song that can be circulated for twenty years. It is suitable for choruses, star versions, and has a positive intention. In the next ten or twenty years, in some special occasions, you can be a big party song that everyone can sing on stage anytime and anywhere."

Han Xingxiu knew that Chen Tai had a question, and the question was very big, but it also meant that her mood was at the moment. If she really completed this question, she would take out all the resources she could provide and smash a young man she might not see, but would always have expectations.

The three of them looked at Wu Wei, but they never saw a little panic in his eyes. They were still full of confidence: "Would you like to use an English version to sing the whole world?"

Now that I can't listen to his words, I still can't accept them, but I won't treat him as a madman. Although Mr. Chen doesn't like this transcendent self-confidence, he also thinks that being an artist is very important. If his former brother had such strong psychological qualities, he wouldn't have encountered such a thing.

"Then I will divide the propositions in a little more detail, big party, good wishes, a party, and a program, and it should be suitable for the entire Chinese music scene."

Wu Wei's next words made Chen Tai's eyes full of light, which showed a kind look.

"The favor I owe Sister Huang is the matter between us. I don't want you to be with Mr. Chen. Even if we really cooperate one day, there will be no debt to favors. Three days later, Mr. Chen, you can now invite singers to sing."

Han Xing Xiteng stood up and said, "Are you kidding?"

Mrs. Chen slowly stood up and blocked Han Xingxi with his hands: "Okay, I'll contact you now, and they will spare a few days in three days."

Since we have to make a desperate bet, we should be more thorough. We have to play big things. Mr. Chen has never seen anything before, so we can play the biggest thing completely, and there is no way out between us.

Young people, it’s okay to be more crazy, but crazy without confidence is destined to suffer a big loss sooner or later. It’s better to suffer this loss now and pay a smaller price.

Mrs. Chen also gave Ni Huangtian a great face. Over the years, she has seen many talented people. She is the first to be as arrogant as Wu Wei.

The songs that have been circulated for twenty years must be suitable for choruses, positive, and grand parties, and beautiful ideas. If you find out the old guys of the 20 or 30 years of Xiangjiang Music, ask them how long it takes to create such a song, they will definitely tell him that it needs an opportunity for inspiration, and I cannot guarantee that it will be created in a very short time.

Wu Wei really interpreted the crazy and endless interpretation to the fullest. Chen Tai liked his confidence, but he didn't believe that he really had such strength. He really wanted to curse people too much, but he was still full of confidence and deliberately spoke English songs to expand the proposition.

Or a complete madman.

Or he had done similar creations.

Even the latter is very terrible. If a song wants to be circulated for a long time and is taken out from time to time as a final chorus, its melody must be good, its lyrics must be good, its popularity must be high, and its singing difficulty must be low...

Some of these necessary conditions are contradictory, so it is difficult. At first, Chen Tai deliberately made things difficult for Wu Wei and suppressed his arrogance. Unexpectedly, he took it without even hesitation. Now she is very looking forward to it. Looking forward to Wu Wei being a verbal trick, just talking nonsense, and she lost face, she really contacted many people. This debt of favor will eventually fall on Ni Huang. She also hopes that he can really take out a good song. Today, this young man Wu Wei has aroused the flames that have gradually faded deep in her heart. Two divine injuries, three unparalleled successes, but they have failed to continue, and are always a thorn in her heart.

"Haha, it's interesting." Ni Huang stood up and walked to Wu Wei: "What do you need?"

Wu Wei shrugged his nose, and the faint fragrance came to his nose. The smell of the hug just now: "Or, give me an encouragement hug?"

Without hesitation, Ni Huang took the initiative to give him a hug, and deliberately tied his back with his hands, pressing it tighter, causing the mountain to be squeezed and deformed.

"How does it feel?"

“Excellent.”

"I'm waiting for your song."

The implication is that it doesn't sound nice, then you kid is in trouble.

………………………………………

Turning around, some news spread in the music scene, and Mrs. Chen summoned some people to Yanjing.

Who is Mr. Chen? She disappeared in a low-key manner for a long time. Suddenly, she summoned the artist with great fanfare. Before three days, King Zhang arrived in Yanjing the next day, and went straight to the hotel where Mr. Chen lived, asking about the reason.

Mrs. Chen held her cell phone and her face was a little green.

King Zhang Tian invited Mrs. Chen to have dinner together. Before the food was served, Mrs. Chen received a message and took out his mobile phone and logged in to 'Slow Yin'.

This guy is actually broadcasting live, and he is still interested in broadcasting live at the three-day agreement. Is he playing tricks on me?

After exiting the live broadcast, Chen Tai clicked in.

Mrs. Chen has only recently played this software. She feels it is very convenient and all-inclusive. As a tool to pass the time, people are reluctant to leave. She has been feeling tired after several days of her eyes and knows how to play.

In the short video, Wu Wei was writing with his back to the machine, muttering quickly, his voice was clearly included in the work.

"How nice I am to you. In order to make you feel a sense of belonging, I am writing a song for you. Let's see how you are embarrassed to scold me in the future."

After saying that, Wu Wei shook his head and hummed. Chen Tai listened and handed the phone to King Zhang Tian: "Listen to this melody..."

Brother Wufly took it over and listened carefully, and soon his eyes lit up: "This melody is a bit interesting. At first glance, it sounds very simple, but it is different when you listen carefully. You have to look at the lyrics. Wu Wei, is it the Wu Wei who wrote "The Sea and the Sky"?"

Mrs. Chen nodded: "I made a bet with him. He gave me a classic song that can be circulated for twenty or thirty years in three days. He should sing the chorus, be positive, have a big party, have good wishes, and be suitable for some festive and joyful occasions."

Brother Wufly was dumbfounded: "Mr. Chen, you're not kidding." Then he looked like he suddenly realized: "Oh, no, he had finished writing this video long ago. No, no, no, he just pretended to be a good thing. No, he would write it out in advance, which was also amazing."

Brother Wufly frowned: "Mr. Chen, is it necessary to play so big? What if it doesn't work?"

Mrs. Chen looked at him and did not intend to hide the twists and turns in it: "The helmsman of Dexin Security is his friend, and I have to repay this favor."

Brother Wufly felt a chill on his back: "That woman."

Chen Tai smiled: "Look, the woman who is terrified when the king hears it, do you know how this kid gets along with Ni Huang? You dare to hug her, dare to fight her..."
Chapter completed!