After half an hour, the voting session ends, and those who want to leave can leave early.
Except for a few old men around Kang Lieguang who cursed and left the venue, others had no intention of leaving.
For these capital tycoons, the voting process of Sanyinhui is just for fun, and the real purpose is to socialize.
You vote for me, and I vote for you, and we are good friends. Let's chat together, get to know what we both do, and see if there is any business that we can cooperate with.
At the same time, it is also to lay a good start for the following Sanyin Association. If you are just voting for candidates, there is no need to come in person.
Kang Lieguang felt very sad in his heart as he listened to the chatter of the people around him.
Although the last Sanyinhui voting was similar to today's, people were still a little reserved and graceful and did not discuss anything unrelated to the Sanyinhui at the voting venue.
Now it's better, it has completely turned into a carnival of capital.
Kang Lieguang actually wanted to leave the venue with his old friend, but since Zhang Qing voted for him, he had to say thank you and say hello before leaving.
He stood up, walked to Zhang Qing, and joked: "Old Zhang, you caught me off guard. I can't repay you for your vote."
Zhang Qing heard Kang Lieguang's voice and waved his hand: "You are serious, you have already recommended me, and you still let me sit on the screen to do it? It is not a shame to find an acquaintance to discuss and vote.
…”
Kang Lieguang sighed: "If I really do this, there will be no need to hold the Three Yin Association."
"Okay, Kangda poet, stop worrying about orthodox character all day long and give young people a chance." Zhang Qing said with a smile: "Actually, I originally planned to ask Xiao Lun to come and have fun. The last session
When the time came, he would clamor to come."
Kang Lieguang asked with interest: "That guy with a big tongue?"
Zhang Qing smiled even more: "It's just Fan Terun who misses the old people all day long, but in the last term, I gave the recommendation quota to Aimeng Nicole, and that little girl also lived up to her reputation, and now she has become a figure
Okay... I originally wanted to recommend Fan Teren this time, but it turns out that he has some backbone now. He said he wanted to get the membership qualifications based on his own strength and didn't want me to bring him in. So I planned to recommend this one.
The quota was given to Fang Jin, but I didn’t expect that it was taken away by you again.”
Kang Lieguang asked curiously: "Then who did you recommend in the end?"
Zhang Qing spread his hands helplessly: "Isn't it because I have no one to recommend, so no one comes to me to vote? Otherwise, why do you think I left the opportunity to vote until the end?"
Zhang Qing suddenly laughed evilly: "How about Lao Kang? I turned the tables at the last moment, am I handsome?"
Kang Lieguang was speechless for a while: "...Thank you anyway, do you want to go back to Xinghai? Let's go together."
Zhang Qing was puzzled: "Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Why don't you stay and talk together?"
Kang Lieguang stood up, shook his head and said, "There's nothing to say. I've stopped getting involved in the business world a long time ago. Now I just write poems and listen to music. I can't talk to these people."
"That's right..." Zhang Qing nodded: "Then if you want to go back, go back. Slow down on the road."
"okay."
…
Xinghai City.
Kang Jiayu and other crew members have been running around all day just to survey the venue for the show.
Nowadays, the crew of The Voice of Wonder is not short of money, and the choice of venue can no longer be as precise as in the first period. As a result, the once small theater was ruthlessly abandoned.
After many comparisons and considerations, the venue for the second episode of Beautiful Voices was finally determined.
The new venue is in the largest studio in the country, which is the same place where Fang Jin and Mo Xiaoyun went to audition with Shen Xing last time.
Kang Jiayu, Liu Bing, Tie Long and others entered the new venue under the leadership of the manager.
The manager uncle began to introduce this studio to everyone: "This is a standard shoebox-shaped indoor studio. The high ceiling allows sound to reverberate for a long time. The walls are decorated with irregular plaster with professional acoustic design. If
If you are looking for an audio-visual experience, this is definitely the best choice.”
After listening to the manager's introduction, Kang Jiayu thought for a while, and then asked Liu Bing beside her: "Sister Liu, what do you think? Is it a little too small?"
After Liu Bing looked around, he made an estimate in his mind and said: "Although the area is not very large, it seems to be able to accommodate about 500 spectators. I think it is enough. In addition, I think the side of the stage can be added
Guest seats, contestant seats..."
The manager hurriedly said: "It can be added. In addition, the size of this studio is just right. If the space is too large, it will produce echoes and lose the pitch. This size is already the most ideal state."
Kang Jiayu nodded: "Okay, I understand."
Then, Kang Jiayu discussed with other members of the crew.
The manager uncle stood aside feeling uneasy and showed a polite smile.
This is a big job, making money is secondary. Now who doesn’t know how big the traffic of Beautiful Voice is?
If The Voice of Beauty really wants to be filmed here, the studio will make money in all aspects, including popularity, connections, exposure...
These things are so beneficial to the subsequent development of the studio, even if they don’t pay rent, they can still accept it!
So the big boss of the studio gave himself the task of entertaining Kang Jiayu and others, and said jokingly: If you can't keep your beautiful voice, then I can't keep you either.
That’s outrageous!
The manager uncle looked at the people on the set of The Voice of Wonder with helpless eyes, and planned to kneel down to them if the negotiation failed.
After a while, everyone was almost done discussing it.
Kang Jiayu said to the manager: "Then choose this one!"
Seeing that the business was concluded, the manager immediately beamed with joy: "Okay, okay! Then when will the rental contract be signed?"
Kang Jiayu said neatly: "Now."
"It's refreshing! It's so comfortable to discuss business with someone like you." The manager was in awe and invited quickly: "This way, please!"
Everyone followed the manager to a business room, and the two sides had a smooth meeting.
One is not short of money, and the other is not concerned about money. This business negotiation is almost like a joke.
Kang Jiayu: "How much is the monthly rent?"
Uncle manager: "You can just give it to me."
Kang Jiayu: "..."
What does this sound like? Why are you letting me see this?
Kang Jiayu originally thought of renting it for only half a month. After all, The Voice of Wonder is prepared in the middle of the month and will be broadcast at the end of the month. Renting it for a whole month is obviously a waste of public resources.
As a result, the manager said enthusiastically: "Half-month rent is too troublesome! Let's just sign a long-term contract. In the next three years, you will use the studio for the second half of each month.
Office, this will save both of us trouble."
Kang Jiayu thought about it and felt that this was a good idea, so she agreed.
The two parties quickly drew up a contract, and the manager couldn't wait to sign it, stamp it with his official seal, and hand it to Kang Jiayu.
Kang Jiayu read the lease contract carefully again, and after confirming that it was correct, he signed his name seriously.
As a result, the future filming location of Beautiful Voice was determined.
…
Honghuo Building.
It's already time to get off work.
The sunset on the horizon is particularly bright, and the colorful clouds exude a dazzling brilliance.
Fang Jin and Jin Jian walked out of the building and sat on the steps at the door, looking at the sky and the sunset.
Jin Jian took out his cigarette case, shook out a thin cigarette and handed it to Fang Jin.
Fang Jin looked at Jin Jian and then at the smoke.
Jin Jian waved the hand holding the cigarette case: "Want one?"
Fang Jin curiously pulled out the cigarette from the cigarette case, held it in his hand and played with it twice: "I haven't smoked before, what does it feel like?"
Snapped.
Under the red light of the setting sun, the flames looked extremely weak.
Jin Jian lit his cigarette, then handed the lighter to Fang Jin, squinting and smiling: "You'll know if you try it."
Fang Jin hesitated for a moment, but finally returned the cigarette in his hand to Jin Jian: "No."
"What?" Jin Jian leisurely exhaled a mouthful of white mist, his face full of enjoyment: "Smoke is a good thing."
Fang Jin shook his head: "Smoking causes lung cancer."
"Fuck you..." As soon as the words came out, Jin Jian was choked by the smoke in his throat: "Cough cough!! Cough!!"
I coughed for a while before I recovered.
I don’t know whether he was choking on the cigarette or coughing. Jin Jian’s face was red, his neck was thick, and his eyes were full of tears: “Cough cough, oh my c… cough cough…”
Fang Jin patted his back with concern: "Look, I just said smoking is bad."
Jin Jian took a deep breath, straightened his breath, and then threw the half-finished cigarette on the ground and stamped it out.
Jin Jian looked at Fang Jin with resentment: "Why do you talk so irritatingly? I only have such a hobby, and you almost gave me up."
Fang Jin smiled and said nothing.
Jin Jian was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "I really can't believe this is true...how on earth did you do it?"
"Huh? What really? Give you a chance to quit smoking?"
Jin Jian looked at the sky, as if muttering to himself: "Fang Jin, Fang Jin, I'm a little afraid of you now..."
Fang Jin looked at Jin Jian, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"
I saw the bright light shining on Jin Jian's face, making the Chinese character face look particularly golden and red.
Fang Jin asked Jin Jian again: "Why are you afraid of me?"
Jin Jian replied absently: "I don't think you are from this world..."
Fang Jin: "..."
Damn it!!
Exposed!!
Jin Jian turned to look at Fang Jin and said seriously: "You are the god in heaven! The god of music!"
Fang Jin: "..."
Phew~
I was shocked...
"A thousand songs!" Jin Jian's face was full of enthusiasm: "A thousand songs! Do you know what this means? You will create an era that is completely yours!!"
Fang Jin frowned: "Wait? A thousand songs? A thousand songs?"
These two words are so familiar, they seem to be the name of a song...
Jin Jian was stunned: "What's wrong?"
Fang Jin thought hard for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "That's right! Qian Qian Jue Ge! I have another song!"
Jin Jian's eyes almost popped out of his head with fear: "Can he even create a new song?"
Fang Jin quickly stood up and planned to drag Jin Jian upstairs: "Let's go! Record it. Record it. You must not forget this song. This is a century-old golden song!"
Hearing this, Jin Jian waved his hand: "You don't have to go up, I've already prepared a recorder. I'll record it right here. Just sing in a low voice so that no one else can hear it."
Fang Jin thought for a while and nodded: "That's okay."
"Turn on the phone first, and then put it next to your mouth." As he said that, Jin Jian took out a rectangular recording pen from his hip pocket and handed it to Fang Jin: "Here."
Fang Jin: "...Why do you put the recorder in your butt pocket?"
Jin Jian was dissatisfied: "Oh, what's so disgusting about this? Hurry up, don't forget it after a while."
Fang Jin took the recorder, put it to his mouth reluctantly, and sang softly: "...In the future, even if thousands of songs are floating on my road in the distance. In the future, even if thousands of evening stars will shine brighter than today.
Late moon..."
As he sang, Fang Jin felt a faint sour smell entering his nose.
Fang Jin: "Ugh~"
After singing, Fang Jin returned the recorder to Jin Jian, but was rejected.
Jin Jiandao: "Take it, if there is a new song, just record it directly, be careful not to be heard by others, and don't drop it."
"good."
Fang Jin nodded and put the recorder into his hip pocket.
At this time, Zhang Xu and Mo Xiaoyun came out of the building together.
"Brother!" Noila Mo happily ran over and took Fang Jin's arm: "Let's go to the amusement park to play together."
Fang Jin smiled and said, "Okay, but I have to get home and finish eating first."
Noila Mo nodded obediently: "Okay!"
"How are you, Brother Fang?" Zhang Xu came to Fang Jin and patted his shoulder: "How many new songs did you record today? Are there ten?"
Fang Jin said casually: "About two hundred."
"Oh, two..." Zhang Xu directly sprayed: "Pfft!!"
Fang Jin wiped the saliva all over his face and said dissatisfied: "What are you doing?"
Zhang Xu's face was full of shock: "Really or not!? Two hundred?"
Fang Jin rolled his eyes: "Of course it's true, it's just a cappella demo."
Zhang Xu's mind was buzzing: "Don't be ridiculous, how could there be so many..."
Jin Jian on the side said: "There are still more than 800 songs that have not been recorded."