"Wife, don't need to put on makeup, let's go." Feng Yu and others were watching Li Na's carefully tracing her eyebrows.

Just having a meal with Wen Dongjun and Liu Kun, do you need makeup?

Feng Yu was considering whether to hire two makeup artists for his wife, so that she could save her from feeling dissatisfied with the painting and then wipe off and repaint it. She could comb her hair for half an hour!

It took almost half an hour before Li Na came out. Fortunately, Feng Yu had already found a professional person to match Li Na's clothes, matching clothes, shoes, bags and so on, and there would never be any mistakes in matching.

Feng Yu asked in the car and found out that Liu Kun's wife was also doing research. She was usually more face-to-face than Li Na, the teacher. But she put on makeup to attend her cousin's wedding that day, and she was completely different, obviously more than ten years younger.

Since then, Li Na also felt that it was necessary to put on makeup. And it was not the simple painting that I used to draw, but it must be particularly exquisite!

During the meal, Li Na realized that she was the only one who put on makeup seriously. Zhang Han and Liu Kun’s wife painted it simply, which made her seem too deliberate.

Liu Kun just finished a project research and was very successful. He could bring tens of millions of profits to the institute. According to the rules, he could get a considerable bonus and could also take a break for a while. From now until the Chinese New Year, he finally no longer needs to work overtime often.

We haven't gotten together for a long time, and Feng Yu has always had time. Wen Dongjun and Li Na don't work overtime, but Liu Kun and his wife haven't seen each other for almost half a year.

Feng Yu doesn't like to have dinner with some business partners or subordinates. Those people always talk about work, and it's more comfortable to have dinner with Wen Dongjun and others. You can talk about some interesting things.

This time they came out, they didn't take care of their children. After dinner, they planned to find some entertainment activities.

"Find a place to sing. I haven't sang for a long time." Liu Kun suggested.

"Hahaha, I just want to show my singing voice. Feng Yu, arrange a recording studio." Wen Dongjun looked like a big singer.

This guy sings too badly and his voice was not very good. He insisted on singing with Feng Yu that time, but Feng Yu later took him to a recording studio under his Chinese brothers. The professional equipment made many ordinary people singing the songs that were much more beautiful.

For Wen Dongjun's voice, the improvement was even greater. As a result, Wen Dongjun fell in love with it. When he talked about singing, he asked Feng Yu to take him to the recording studio.

In the large recording studio, no one paid for Wen Dongjun, but in the small recording studio, he even thought that the effect was not good. They were all places for second- and third-tier singers to practice singing, and the equipment was too ordinary!

Feng Yu called and asked someone to arrange the recording studio.

The largest recording studio in Beijing has many recording studios, the largest of which is a popular singer in Xiangjiang who is recording songs. He was interrupted and asked to switch to another small recording studio.

"What's wrong with you? I'll come to you to record new songs. It's the title song of my new album. I heard that you have good equipment and high professionalism. I haven't finished recording yet, why do you have to change rooms?" The singer looked unhappy.

"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, this is a temporary matter for us. Someone wants to use this recording studio. In this way, I will keep this recording studio for you tomorrow and use it for you for a day of free." said the person in charge.

As a result, Chen Gexing was even more unhappy when he said this. If someone wanted to use it, I would give it up. Doesn’t this prove that I am lower in status than the other party?

Among Chinese singers, he doesn’t think he is worse than anyone else. He won all kinds of awards in the discourse music industry last year. In several singing variety shows, he is a judge. Who can make him free!

"Mr. Yang, tell me who wants to use this studio?"

Mr. Yang looked at Chen Gexing coldly: "It's our boss who wants to use it. What else do you want to say?"

What is your attitude? I have adjusted a recording studio for you and gave you a promise of free one day tomorrow. Are you still not satisfied? If you want to go wild, you don’t see where this is!

What else did Chen Gexing want to say? Seeing a few people coming in the recording studio, holding a... fruit plate?

This is a recording studio, the equipment inside is so expensive, how can you get such things in it? When singers like them record songs, the cups used to drink water must also be covered. You are not allowed to stand near the equipment to open the lid, for fear of water dropping on the equipment.

That's great. Not only did he see the fruit plate, but he also saw someone coming in with some beer. Did he treat it as a KTV?

"Take your people and things out, I'm going to arrange someone to clean up the place soon."

When Chen Gexing saw Mr. Yang's attitude, he knew that this person could not afford to offend him, so he could only pack up his things and leave.

Half an hour later, several Songjiang cars were parked at the door of the recording studio, and three men and women walked in together.

"Dr. Feng, please, the elevator will applaud you." Mr. Yang came to lead the way in person. He looked a little flattering, completely different from when he faced Chen Gexing just now!

Upstairs, Mr. Yang led him to the recording studio all the way and asked specifically whether to arrange a recording engineer or something.

Before Feng Yu could speak, Wen Dongjun shouted loudly, and took the song he recorded last time back to the unit and played it for a long time. If he hadn't had the true appearance of going to KTV with his colleagues that time, he would have been named the God of Songs of the General Administration of Sports!

The recording engineer came here not only to record the sound, but also helped to order the song. At the same time, he could also give Wen Dongjun a tip to tell him when it was time to start the song so that he would not keep up with the rhythm.

"Hey, Dongjun's singing has become much better." Li Na sat outside, looking surprised.

Feng Yu threw a grape into his mouth: "Looking at the sound recorder's expression, you will know what you have to know when listening to Wen Dongjun's voice in your headphones."

"Is that true?" Li Na walked over curiously, picked up a headset next to the recording engineer and put it on. The expression on her face instantly became particularly exciting.

She waved at Zhang Han, and then Zhang Han put it on and listened for a while, followed by Liu Kun and his wife. Only then did everyone realize that Wen Dongjun's singing had not changed at all, but the recording engineer directly used equipment to edit the sound.

Wen Dongjun finished singing a song and was proud when he came out: "How is it? Are you impressed by my singing?"

Zhang Han patted the back of the recording engineer's chair: "Please play his singing just now, and you need to edit the sound before the sound, which has no accompaniment sound."

The recording engineer looked at Zhang Han with a embarrassed look: "Are you sure?" How embarrassing it!

Zhang Han nodded: "Confirm, that's my husband."

When all kinds of sounds that broke and out of tune were released, the smile on Wen Dongjun's face froze: "Is this what I sang?"

Feng Yu held back his smile: "Do you really think your singing is so good? I said that you can learn from professional teachers, at least you can learn some skills, but you think you are a genius. What else do you say if you work hard and use it? What should you do if you need a genius? Now I understand, maybe there is a genius, but it is obvious that you are not."
Chapter completed!