The lingering ghost

Zhao Ming was finally carried back.

The fierce fighting power of his brothers and sisters made him understand the price of lies!

To be honest, Yang Rui doesn't have any friendship with these people. After all, he is just a fake trying to occupy a magpie's nest.

But seeing these people really come to help him "revenge", it would be a lie to say that he wasn't touched.

The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the rough waves know the sincere minister.

These senior brothers and sisters have nothing to say!

When he proposed to form a team and invited everyone to join him, everyone was a little confused.

Sign a contract with a brokerage company, enter the entertainment industry, have a car and a house and live a worry-free life...

It has only been a few months, but this little junior brother has already gotten to this point without making any noise?

Look at yourself again... Tsk.

What else is there to say?

Unanimous vote agreed!

"What did I tell you? Concentrate on everything! Just open the door and let your mind wander. How can you practice the piano well like this?!"

Ding Lan shook his head, "I originally planned to restart "Those Years", but now I have to wait a little longer."

"Now that the reporting scandal and public opinion are swirling, radio and television are following the trend. Strictly speaking, there is no problem. The black hand behind it is both accurate and hateful, which is very unusual."

"Oh?" Professor Han smiled half-heartedly, "Can you sing a piece for me?"

"Tiantian is only fifteen years old. If she is asked to make a youth romance movie, isn't that going to send someone to report her? We have to wait until she has passed her sixteenth birthday."

"The ghost is really lingering." Yang Rui shook his head helplessly, "Is it okay to go to such great lengths for me, a military backup?"

"Are you Yang Rui? If you have such a good skin and can make a lot of money with your eyes closed, why should you learn music?"

"The mastermind behind the scenes..." Yang Rui seemed to have thought of something, and frowned at Ding Lan: "It's not those guys again, is it?"

Yang Rui nodded, "What are the company's plans next?"

When he walked into the office, he found Ding Lan staring at the computer screen with an ugly look on his face.

Yang Rui was also a little depressed. He originally thought that this film would make a lot of money!

According to the recent box office trend, the hope of making a profit has greatly increased, and he also hopes to get a little bit of money from Hongmeng's fingers.

It's not a villa or a mansion, it's just a self-built house with an unprepossessing appearance.

Professor Han shook his head speechlessly and turned to look at Yang Rui at the door, his eyes as sharp as a razor edge.

Yang Rui thought for a while, "Because I have conceived many melodic songs in my mind, and I need music theory knowledge to compile them."

Jing Tian couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter.

Ding Lan glared at him with dissatisfaction, "You are also one of the main creators of "Burial". Could you please pay attention to the movie you wrote when you have time?"

Ding Lan also nodded, "Professor Han is not that kind of person."

"The deal is done, let's leave it like this for now." Ding Lan sighed: "Be more careful in the future and don't play this kind of tightrope movie less often."

It's better now, it's been sealed directly. I don't know if there will be a chance to unblock it in the future...

Ding Lan looked at his watch and said, "Tiantian should be taking classes there now. If there's nothing else to do, can I take you to visit?"

Are there really people who are so shameless?

"No, she doesn't like those vain things, and she doesn't want your gift." Ding Lan shook his head, "She is just a music idiot. If you can write a half-good song, it will be more effective than giving her any gift."

.”

"Don't worry, I still have some integrity." Professor Han sneered: "No matter what you sing, I will never leak a note to the outside world."

Upon hearing this, Yang Rui's depression disappeared instantly.

Ding Lan twisted the computer screen and pointed directly at Yang Rui: "See for yourself."

"Professor Han, I want to be a powerful person!" Yang Rui said seriously.

Yang Rui gave them three days to deliver the work and deal with other matters.

You don’t think that I, Yang Rui, will only be an unknown sidekick all my life, right?

Ah.

"It was reported." Ding Lan said with an ashen face: "In just one day, more than 5,000 people reported our movie, and the reporting time was highly concentrated."

A good man will be bullied by others, and a good horse will be ridden by others.

Getting on Ding Lan's BMW M3, Yang Rui arrived at the old professor's home.

"It's not really a slap in the face." Ding Lan shook his head and said, "The movie itself is indeed a bit like walking on a tightrope. If it weren't for the strong network of Xu's connections and the good reputation of Hongmeng, it probably wouldn't be that easy.

Get the dragon mark."

"Also at almost the same time, a large number of black articles appeared on major social platforms. The direction of the slander was highly similar to the core content, and the impact on public opinion was very bad."

Ding Lan suddenly narrowed his eyes with a ruthless look on his face, "Now that we have reached this point, you should stop thinking about 'keeping a tightrope'. People don't accept this at all."

Next to him, a female gentleman with silver hair and a silk scarf on her shoulders immediately darkened her face.

"Why?"

"You are such a spoiled fan." Ding Lan sneered, "Fans are the lifeblood of traffic. Now those fans are chasing you and want to kill you. The real owner has been kidnapped by them a long time ago."

This little old lady seems to have a bad temper?

This made Yang Rui feel inexplicably. Could it be that the company was preparing to disband again?

"So...you either don't take action this time, or if you do, it has to be a killing move. Do you understand?"

Unexpectedly, the sweet dream was instantly shattered even before it could be warmed up.

Yang Rui finally understood, "What do you mean, is there someone behind the scenes? Who is so brave?"

Yang Rui looked hesitant and said nothing.

Sure enough, the artists of the older generation have a pure background!

As soon as he opened the door, Jingtian, who was playing the piano, looked up, his eyes lit up, and the sound of the piano suddenly became chaotic.

"'Burial'?" Yang Rui was confused, "I looked at the box office data yesterday, and the trend is pretty good. It should only be a matter of time before it breaks one million in a single day."

Warlords?

She still remembers the haunting song "Dream it possible" a few months ago!

Professor Han stared at Yang Rui's expression carefully for a while and asked: "Why do you suddenly want to study music at this age?"

Yang Rui gritted his teeth and nodded, his eyes gloomy.

It's really easy to enjoy the shade with your back against a big tree.

He returned to Qingfeng alone first, and after a night's rest, he came to Xingqing Culture, preparing to submit the list of senior brothers to Ding Lan and let her go through the relevant procedures.

Yang Rui took a quick glance and was shocked: "Forced to draw? What's going on?!"

"By the way, I have already helped you find the vocal teacher you are looking for. He is the retired professor of Yangyin, but she also has a condition, saying that she wants to meet you first."

"So the dispute between you will not end so easily."

Jing Tian's face turned red and he lowered his head: "Teacher Han, I'm sorry..."

Under the guidance of the nanny, the two came to the second floor where the melodious music played.

Retired professor from the Central Conservatory of Music, face-to-face tutoring?

It sounds luxurious!

Tsk, this kind of ideological awakening.

"Do I need to buy any meeting gifts?" Yang Rui asked.

How about doing sit-ups?!

"Mr. Ding...what's the matter? You look so bad?" Yang Rui asked cautiously.

When she saw Yang Rui coming in, she didn't even say hello for the first time.

"Congratulations, you got the answer right." Ding Lan sneered: "According to preliminary inquiries, it is Jiayun behind Zhou Xuan who is behind this."

"No, you misunderstood." Yang Rui said sarcastically: "I was thinking about what to sing."

"Really?" Professor Han narrowed his eyes, "Then I'm all ears."

Jing Tian, ​​who was on the side, had already opened his eyes, with anticipation shining in his eyes.

The last time he opened his voice, he came up with "Dream it Possible"!
Chapter completed!