"I like your choir very much. The "Lonely Warrior" you sang is very nice. The Dada band all sang your cover..."
The agent surnamed Xiao followed him all the way, saying all kinds of nice things, trying to get closer.
Wang Wenming watched the whole process but didn't say anything. After arriving at the recording studio, he communicated with the staff and asked Xiaobai and others to go in and sing, just like singing karaoke.
After everyone went in, the agent named Xiao had the opportunity to ask Wang Wenming about the Malanhua Children's Choir.
"Do they have an agent?" he asked.
Wang Wenming said: "No."
"You have to find an agent."
"Not necessarily."
"How can it be certain? Only with an agent can you manage your career well."
"Their singing is just a hobby."
"Didn't they form a choir? I know what you mean. They have to go to school, right? That's okay. They can participate in activities when they're not in school."
"Mr. Xiao, you are thinking too much."
Wang Wenming said bluntly.
"Director Wang, tell me if you have anything to say."
"Do you know who brought them today?"
"Who?" The agent surnamed Xiao was suddenly startled, "Is it Mr. Zhang?"
Wang Wenming is the office director and the person who hangs around the boss, so it's not surprising that he guessed it was Zhang Tan.
Wang Wenming nodded.
The expression of the agent surnamed Xiao changed and he said: "That doesn't matter, you have to find an agent. I can apply to Mr. Zhang."
He could see very clearly that the Malanhua Children's Choir sang so many good songs, all of which were written by Zhang Tan. It could be seen that this was Zhang Tan's confidant. If he could become their manager, it would be Zhang Tan's.
Direct lineage, status changes instantly.
Wang Wenming smiled and said: "It's better not to, let me just say this, Mr. Xiao, look at the girl with short hair, you don't recognize her, right?"
The manager surnamed Xiao looked at the few little girls in the recording studio and noticed the short-haired one in the middle. He looked carefully and again. He was about to say that he didn't recognize her when his face suddenly changed and he hesitated: "Mr. Zhang's daughter?"
Wang Wenming gave him an approving look, "Yes."
The agent surnamed Xiao didn't expect to see Zhang Tan's daughter. He had always heard that Zhang Tan had a daughter, and many people had seen her in the company, but he didn't.
This is the first time.
He just combined Wang Wenming's language and expression, and then noticed that Xiao Bai's eyebrows and Zhang Tan were quite imaginative, so he thought of it.
Wang Wenming continued: "Do you know who the youngest girl who has been talking to you just now is?"
The manager surnamed Xiao turned his attention to Xi'er and saw that this little girl who looked very festive and happy was singing seriously.
"Who is it? The boss's little daughter?"
"She's his goddaughter."
The manager surnamed Xiao smiled bitterly. No wonder the Malanhua Children's Chorus always gets new songs from Zhang Tan. It turns out there is such a relationship.
Forget it, this kind of boss's group of relatives and friends is not something he can win over.
The Malanhua Children's Choir has been around for several years. If we had an agent, we would have had one a long time ago. We wouldn't have waited until now.
However, he was still unwilling to leave and asked Wang Wenming to help him keep an eye on it if there was a chance.
Wang Wenming was noncommittal and said to himself, even if you really become someone else's agent, who can you manage? Which one can you manage?
He had seen with his own eyes how Zhang Tan treated Xiaobai and Xi'er. To say they were the apple of his eye would not be an exaggeration.
The agent surnamed Xiao left unwillingly.
In the recording studio, the Malanhua Children's Choir was singing vigorously, but all the staff came out.
Wang Wenming stepped forward and asked: "Why don't you need to operate the machine?"
A staff member smiled bitterly and said: "They sang without structure and for fun. They couldn't record it, and they couldn't tune it after they recorded it."
The tuner nodded in agreement. Even if there were millions of tuners, it would be impossible for them to tune it well.
Because this group of children is totally messing around, singing and having fun, and there is no cooperation at all.
"I'll listen."
Wang Wenming walked to a place, picked up the headphones and put them on his head, and he could hear the singing in the recording studio in real time.
He wore it for less than five seconds, then quickly took it off, rubbed his ears without leaving a trace, and smiled at the staff who had been staring at him: "It's so happy inside."
The staff all agreed: "Yes, it's really fun inside."
After a while, the door of the recording studio opened, and Cheng Cheng, Xiaomi and Dudu came out.
At the same time, the high-pitched singing voice in the recording studio was also leaked.
Fortunately, the sealed door was quickly closed again.
"Why don't you sing anymore?" Wang Wenming asked.
Xiaomi smiled at him and said, "I'm a little tired from singing."
Dudu told the truth: "Pang Liuliu sang so loudly that my head was buzzing."
When Xiaomi heard this, she also looked helpless. Dudu told the real reason. She was just a little tired as an excuse.
Wang Wenming almost laughed out loud.
"Go and sit in the rest area. There are fruits and drinks there."
He took the three of them to the floor-to-ceiling window not far away, and then walked back. Through the glass wall, he could see the remaining three little ones in the recording studio singing at the top of their lungs, and making many body movements, as if they were in a ring.
Similar.
Xi'er took off her headset and hurried out.
As soon as she went out, she held onto the wall and took a few quick breaths. When she saw Wang Wenming staring at her, hiahia laughed twice.
"I'm going to be sung to death by Xiaobai and Liuliu, so I'd better take a rest."
"Take a rest when you are tired, they are over there." Wang Wenming pointed to the positions of Dudu and others.
Xi'er held on to the wall and walked for a while, finally regaining her composure, and then broke away from the wall and walked independently.
It’s not easy for this kid, Wang Wenming thought to himself.
Okay, now it’s the finals in the recording studio. The red team is Xiaobai and the blue team is Puli. Let’s see who can have the last laugh.
Although there was no sound, Wang Wenming was very interested, and the other staff members remained silent, staring at the situation in the recording studio to see the final result.
Suddenly, I don’t know what was sung in it, but what they saw before their eyes was that the red side and the blue side suddenly started fighting and wrestling together.
Wang Wenming and others were stunned for a moment, then pushed the door open to break up the fight.
As soon as I entered, I heard a sound.
"You little fool, you attacked me unexpectedly! You have no sense of martial ethics at all."
"You're so stupid. You're singing so badly, Luliu, that I'm going to be annoyed to death by you."
"You can't afford to play duck, Xiaobai, you are a melon. If you have the ability, don't do it."
"Eat my jio, look, I'm moving the jio~"
"Ah - I will fight with you, Gua Wazi! I won't let you go, I will definitely defeat you!"
"Eat my sword~"
"You also take a blow from my sword!"
"Look at my flower arrangement, hey! I lied to you, take my sword!"
"Ah - I almost died, who will save me? Who will save me -"
Wang Wenming and the staff quickly pulled them away.
Seeing their lingering anger, Wang Wenming couldn't help but laugh. It's a strange thing in the world that even those who sing can get into fights.
