Su Qing's words dealt a huge blow to Yue Shuaifei, and it could be said that his last hope was dashed.

Originally, Yue Shuaifei still had the slightest idea that his song "A Rogue Loved Me" could at least be as good as Lin Bufan's song in the semi-finals.

Now after listening to Su Qing's words, my heart sank directly to the Mariala Trench.

After separating from Su Qing, Yue Shuaifei looked at Su Qing's leaving figure. Under the sun, Su Qing's beautiful figure was so dazzling. Without Su Qing, Yue Shuaifei felt that he would regret it for the rest of his life.

But now facing such a powerful opponent like Lin Bufan, Yue Shuaifei was at a loss. His previous confidence and disdain had long since faded away.

He never thought that Lin Bufan would have such strength.

No, impossible!

This guy must have hired someone to write lyrics and music, or Song Shenhui is helping him.

There are still 4 days left before the rematch, and Yue Shuaifei can't sit still and wait for death.

He immediately called a few friends in the music circle he was familiar with and asked them to find any talented musicians and want to buy songs from them.

At around 4 p.m., my friend responded.

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Yue Shuaifei met his first musician, named Mouse.

Mo Zi is a lead singer in a bar. He is over 40 years old. When he was young, he played folk songs and rock music.

Mouse lives a very poor life. He smokes plum blossoms and lives in a small house of 12 square meters. The house is damp and there is no floor.

"My friends have told you, right?" Yue Shuaifei was a little disdainful of the slovenly rat in front of him, "What I want is an original song that you have never published or performed in front of others."

Mouse smoked a cigarette, squinted his eyes, touched his greasy pigtails, proudly opened the wooden drawer, took out a stack of songs and threw them in front of Yue Shuaifei: "They are all here, they are my life's

Hard work."

"You've never sung any of these, have you?"

"Don't worry, no. The bar where I'm currently singing the lead is a high-music song, and these folk songs are not suitable."

Yue Shuaifei nodded and began to read the music score.

It seems that after a while he said: "Lend me the guitar behind you."

2 hours passed quickly.

After watching more than 20 songs, Yue Shuaifei's face was very dark. This rat's level was not as good as his own.

The straightforward lyrics of this piece of shit are: I love you, I like you, I love you when I love you, I give you my whole heart.

What the hell is this!

Thinking of the lyrics in Lin Bufan's "Painting", they seem too vulgar.

"I think I'll just pack it up and sell it to you. You can give me 50,000 yuan. I don't want more from you." Mouse's heart is quite calm.

Yue Shuaifei scratched his head, took out 1,000 from his wallet and put it on the bed, saying, "This is your hard-earned money. Your song is not suitable for me. Thank you."

After saying that, he was about to leave.

The mouse sneered and said, "Why, you still don't like the songs I wrote?"

"It's not that I don't like him, it's just that he's not suitable for me." Yue Shuaifei was too lazy to continue paying attention to the mouse and left directly.

It was already dark when we walked outside.

There are still 4 days left, and it is not easy to find a suitable song.

Silent singers, such as Mouse, have limited strength and even more limited songwriting skills, so they are useless; popular singers have gold medal musicians writing songs for them.

Even if you find a capable composer and musician now, you may not be able to write a good ballad in just 4 days.

Two more days passed in a blink of an eye.

In the past two days, Yue Shuaifei has successively searched for more than a dozen singers and musicians, but he has not found a suitable song for the semi-finals. At that time, pop songs were in power, and many musicians were looking for money. Who would be happy to write if they can’t make money?

folk songs.

At this time, there were still two days left before the rematch, and Yue Shuaifei was getting more and more anxious.

It would be too shameful to lose to Lin Bufan.

And we will lose Amelia Su!

This is something Yue Shuaifei absolutely cannot bear.

In this case, you can only use your connections!

At around 1 p.m., Yue Shuaifei came to Baoli Entertainment Company to seek revenge on Qian Hai.

I mentioned before that Yue Shuaifei's father Yue Dashan and Qiu Qianhai are friends.

After arriving at Qiu Qianhai's office, Yue Shuaifei was polite at first, and then said tactfully: "Uncle Qiu, this Baoli Folk Song Competition is very important to me."

Qiu Qianhai was stunned for a moment and said: "With your strength, entering the finals will not be a problem."

"But you only want to win the championship this time, not the runner-up or third place. Besides, I only want the championship."

"Then let's fight for it." Qiu Qianhai glanced sideways at Yue Shuaifei. He had already guessed Yue Shuaifei's purpose in looking for him.

"Uncle Qiu, I wonder if you can take care of me during this competition, and I will repay you in the future." Yue Shuaifei pleaded.

Qiu Qianhai frowned, took a sip of tea, and said quietly: "This matter is a bit difficult to handle. This competition is broadcast live to the outside world. There are many media, and the judges are not only from Baoli."

"But isn't the chief judge Mr. Cai Guoming? He is from Baoli. As long as he leans towards me, it will be a sure thing for me to win the championship."

"This matter is not that simple. Although Cai Guoming is my employee, I hired him from another company. In terms of business, I can't interfere with him. And the champion selected this time. I also plan to

You signed the contract for fun. Xiaofei, in fact, if you want to be a singer, you don’t need to participate in the competition at all. Since you have participated, regardless of whether you win the championship in the end, my uncle can sign you afterwards."

Yue Shuaifei still has the potential to be a singer, so Qiu Qianhai is willing to sign him.

"This is not about signing a contract, hey, I..." Yue Shuaifei couldn't say it. He couldn't tell Qiu Qianhai that he came to the competition because of a woman.

"What are you? Do you doubt your own strength?"

"There is someone named Lin Bufan in this competition. His original "Painting" is very powerful. I am afraid that I will lose to him in the end."

"If you lose, you will lose. We have a long road ahead in our lives. We can't judge the final hero based on a song or a game." Qiu Qianhai patiently enlightened.

"Hey... I can't tell you clearly." Yue Shuaifei stood up, "I'm leaving first."

After leaving the office, Yue Shuaifei was in a state of confusion. The purpose of coming was not achieved, and there would be a rematch in two days.

After going downstairs, suddenly a crisp sound came.

"Brother Xiaofei!"

I saw a girl weighing over 180 pounds, with a fat head and big ears, and facial features that were all different, jumping clumsily towards Yue Shuai.

Damn it, this is not Qiu Miaomiao.

Qiu Miaomiao is the daughter of Qiu Qianhai.

"Brother Xiaofei, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much." Qiu Miaomiao has always had thoughts about Yue Shuaifei.

But she was really too ugly.

Yue Shuaifei didn't want to pay attention to her, but a thought suddenly occurred to him.
Chapter completed!