A shiny Huhai-brand land business class was parked steadily outside the door of a back house on the northern edge of Houhai.
"The main structure of the recording studio is almost finished, and the construction period is progressing very quickly..."
With clear eyes and free speech and laughter, Yan Qingxian looked at the construction site in the backyard where the foundation had been laid. The contractor was building the steel structure facade wall of the recording studio.
With a gentle and elegant look, Yan Qingzheng was thinking to himself:
"If all goes well, I will be able to entertain myself by making some classical, electronic, and post-rock style songs in my home recording studio at the end of October at the earliest. The most important thing is that I can also...bring Hum Bing Bing here to record songs!
"
"The car is here, Brother Qing!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yameng looked outside the backyard door. After calling Yan Qing over, she looked helplessly at Miao Miao, who was still lowering her head and whispering.
"The boss looked at the construction site and giggled. The general manager has been addicted to the Internet all year round. The only employee in the company still hides a lot of unspeakable secrets. Where should the future of the studio go?"
Complaints are complaints. She carefully protected Miao Miao through the back door and walked to the nanny car. After waiting for the driver to fully open the electric side door, she stretched her long legs and stepped into the nanny car easily.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lao Zhang, look at it..."
Miao Miao, who still indulges in surfing the Internet, said with excitement: "I just say that facts speak louder than words... Netizens have sharp eyes!"
"Xiao Meow, don't look at your phone yet, it's time to get in the car."
Yan Qing, who warned aloud, had already found a comfortable angle to sit down on the second row of sofas.
Raising her head in astonishment, Miao Miao looked at Zhang Yameng's hand out from the car with aggrieved eyes, and glanced at Yan Qing who was sitting upright.
Reluctantly holding on to Lao Zhang's green fingers, Miao Miao stepped on the outer steps of the nanny's car and carefully got into the car, her little calculations going through her mind very quickly.
"It turns out that Brother Qing'er only protects me when he gets off the bus, but it's okay. It's much better than taking a car."
"Lao Zhang, let me tell you..."
After sitting on the sofa in the front row, Miao Miao was always very good at adjusting her mentality. She quickly put away her emotions and continued to try to get Zhang Yameng to discuss the news on Whisper.
"Wait a minute, Meow Meow. When I put the seat belt on you, I have to adjust the position of the pull tab, otherwise I won't be able to protect you."
Zhang Yameng glanced at Yan Qing, who was nestled in the second row of seats. He seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
While helping Miao Miao fasten her seat belt, Zhang Yameng hesitantly approached and whispered from a distance of about two fists:
"If we go through the main entrance, the straight-line distance from Sister Qing's studio is less than three kilometers. Isn't it a bit pretentious to call a nanny car specifically, meow meow."
"As usual, we all ride bikes when we go to the nearby mao... Who told you, Lao Zhang, that you don't know how to use electric bikes? Besides..."
Carefully leaning out to spy on Yan Qing's reaction, Miao Miao pressed her head against Zhang Yameng's reddish earlobe and said with a sweet voice: "Isn't this just to let Brother Qing'er have a good rest? Look at him
How comfortable it is to lie down.”
"Okay, what were you trying to say to me just now?"
Taking the initiative to distance herself, Zhang Yameng lowered her head and approached Miao Miao's mobile phone screen.
"Oh~ The whispers were so noisy last night. Brother Qing'er and Professor Weng's two editions of "don't break my heart"..."
Miao Miao raised her cell phone in a showy manner, her two little tiger teeth showing up triumphantly, and she smiled brightly: "The sales data as of one o'clock in the afternoon have come out, here, look!"
Zhang Yameng looked at the screen carefully:
A whisper of the single sales weekly list updated in real time by the blue official v account of the Huaguo Supreme Golden Melody Ranking:
…
Real-time ranking of the top 50 singles best-sellers in the third week of September on the Huaguo Supreme Golden Melody Chart:
top.1_26.879 million songs_"don’t break my heart"_Yan Qing_Album not included
top.2_21.46 million songs_"Ambiguous"_Weng Huaijing_Not included in the album
top.3_19.804 million songs_"don’t break my heart"_Weng Huaijing_Album not included
top.4_13.5 million songs_"Ambiguous"_Li Nu_Album not included
top.5_13.21 million songs of "seve"_Yan Qing feat.Xiao Miao & Lao Zhang_Album not included
top.6_8.9 million songs_"Shanlan"_Zhang Yuran_included in the album of the same name "Shanlan"
…
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This data is as of 13:00 on September 22, 2019, Imperial City time.
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Zhang Yameng couldn't bear to hit her, but Miao Miao's expression was too arrogant.
"Didn't you also support Li Wei's song "Ambiguous" last night? Besides, although we are temporarily ahead, Sister Jing's two songs this time together sold more than 80 million Chinese dollars."
"That's before tax! Whispering Music also gets channel share..."
Miao Miao couldn't help but gnashed her teeth again when she thought of the large sum of profits that Yan Qing had given away periodically.
"Forget it, Sister Qing and her studio have just started to build a studio, so maybe it's time to spend money..."
Now that she has mastered how to coax Mr. Meow, Zhang Yameng continued in a soft voice: "You also know that we will have to jointly establish a film and television production company later..."
After the economic situation of the studio improved, Miao Miao actually didn't care about money that much. Especially after learning those classic operation cases of Meng Xinyuan by herself under the guidance of Zhang Yameng, her attitude towards Shao Qing became softer.
"That's right, Lao Zhang and our video of Killing the Silky Chicken has reached the top five this week. This morning I saw a video of many people dancing the ghost dance..."
Lao Zhang reassured her with just a few words. After a while, Miao Miao held Zhang Yameng's hand as if nothing had happened, and talked about other things with a coquettish look on her face: "Have you seen the video of the two violinists from Shanghai Qingjiao?
Super popular! What do you think...can we record one too?"
Zhang Yameng knew all the real-time updates related to Yan Qing on Xiuyu. Because she didn't know what the black hands behind it would be secretly planning, she even made a crawler program to capture some specific updates in real time.
"Including the chase out of the concert hall on Friday, this Yuan Yuyue seems to want to get close to Brother Qing. According to the rumors in the Shanghai and Hainan business circles, she is the most favored little princess of Songzhengyuan. The Yuan family will not let her come out to perform such a task.
Bar…"
Miao Miao's expectant eyes urged Zhang Yameng to suppress her thoughts, and she agreed with a bright smile: "I can do it. Anyway, I learned it that day."
Wringing her little hands, Miao Miao thought carefully and said, "We can call Peipei, and forget about Sister Qing. She dances too charmingly and her legs are too long."
Zhang Yameng looked down at her straight jeans, and she complained silently: "So only girls like me and Pepe, who are over 1.65 meters and less than 1.7 meters tall, will not be disliked by you for having long legs..."
"Xiao Miao, did Sister Qing mention who she invited? The three of us were dressed casually today."
While adjusting his sitting position, Yan Qing asked intentionally or unintentionally.
"Sister Qing said they are all acquaintances, so it's okay to be casual. She is preparing a Western-style cold dinner and wine party."
After a casual reply, Miao Miao and Yan Qing's eyes widened.
Her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her Miao Miao was so bright and beautiful that Yan Qing could not keep his gaze and could only give up the temptation in his heart.
The casualness of the two of them made Zhang Yameng couldn't help but smile bitterly. Leaning on the back of the sofa, she clearly read the guest list that Shao Qing sent to Yan Qing in full:
"Ms. Deng Yingling, the vice-principal of Imperial Dance Academy, and Ms. Guan Xin, the school's publicity director and director of the ballet department, they may want to have a private chat with you, Brother Qing. This is the dance art exam qualification screening, and I plan to apply for it as my first choice.
The number of senior art students at Imperial Dance Academy has increased significantly."
"Deng Yingling is probably the one I checked before. It is written on the resume on the buzzing school website that the vice principal Deng who visited the thatched cottage in New York to invite her back to teach is the benefactor..."
Secretly grateful, Yan Qing did not forget to respond humbly: "It's a small matter, but I actually didn't contribute much."
Zhang Yameng continued: "Su Meng and Gao Yuan, deputy editors-in-chief of Vogue Clothing and Beauty, will bring over the October sample issue and will give us a few copies."
Hearing this, Miao Miao interjected like a quarrel: "Yesterday, the Wo Gua Lan v account released the cover of the October issue and the purchasing channels for the e-journal...Brother Qing'er, do you want to take a look, or should I read it to you?"
"It's okay, just show it to me, Lao Zhang, continue..."
Reaching out to take Miao Miao's cell phone, Yan Qing first saw the evaluation of himself in the whispering text, and he almost blushed:
""After becoming famous at a young age, he dared to speak out and never overly concealed his emotions and true nature." Why do I feel that Su Meng's words are ironic in a weird way..."
As he scrolled down, he saw the cover photo, and the fusang text that was as subtle as a sentence jumped out of his mind again.
"Tonight the moon is beautiful and beautiful"
Determined that Yan Qing would be distracted, Zhang Yameng slowed down her speech slightly: "Brother Qing, there is also the matter of jointly running a film and television production company. Sister Bing will bring the contacts from Whispering Film and Television and Whispering Music to come and meet.
noodle."
Yan Qing replied casually: "It's still the same, just keep advancing and retreating together with Shao Qing and the others."
"Well...Director Li Yannian is also coming from Shanghai in the afternoon. He will come with several representatives from HMG."
Zhang Yameng continued the comprehensive reporting work: "Finally, several of Sister Qing's previous partners of Dingxin will also come to support us."
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Zhang Yameng staring openly at him after he finished speaking, and Yan Qing raised his eyebrows and looked away from the screen of Miao Miao's mobile phone in a nonchalant manner.
"Huhai Oriental Culture Media? If you need me to do anything, Lao Zhang, remember to remind me."
Replying to Zhang Yameng in a serious manner, Yan Qing's heart surged: "After I get the sample magazine, it's not too late to take it back to the bedroom and take a closer look."
"Ms. Miao, Ms. Zhang, the courtyard at No. 91 Beiguluo Lane will be here soon."
The female driver's soft tone came from the speaker in the car, and the nanny car quickly stopped smoothly.
After the electric door opened, Yan Qing and Zhang Yameng got off the car from both sides, while Miao Miao got her wish and jumped down carefully with someone's help.
Although he had already been here last Saturday, Shao Qing still thoughtfully sent Zhou Peipei to the entrance of the courtyard to wait for Yan Qing and the others.
Zhou Peipei, with ladylike hair on her temples, elegant and fresh nude makeup, and a bright red Ruixiang cheongsam, came up to her immediately.
Under Shao Qing's training, Peipei's mouth became increasingly sweet: "Brother Qing, Sister Miao, Sister Meng'er~"
"Pepe looks really good today."
Yan Qing praised warmly.
"Pepe is dressed like a bride today..."
Miao Miao's admiration made Zhou Peipei blush.
"Pepe, you are so grand today..."
Feeling that it felt good to be called Sister Meng'er occasionally, Zhang Yameng took Miao Miao and joked to Zhou Peipei, whose cheeks were blushing: "Is this what Sister Qing said... dress casually, how can you be comfortable...
"
"Sister Qing is accompanying Sister Bing and Director Li in the conference room. Sister Jing'er and Mr. Su are in the piano room. Principal Deng and Director Guan are probably over there now. By the way, Brother Qing... the piano room is right there.
Next to the practice room.”
After entering, the hostess and usher Zhou Peipei introduced to Yan Qing the respective places of her two bosses.
After the pre-play preparation meeting, Yan Qing knew that the conference room was located in the east wing. His verbal plan was to say hello to Li Yannian and Luo Bing before going to the west wing. After all, Lao Zhang had already arranged to talk to Deng Yingling.
Have a chat.
"See you tomorrow~ So I'm here, buzz buzz..."
Suppressing their elated joy, Yan Qing and the other three followed Zhou Peipei straight to the conference room.
After getting a glass of sparkling water from the self-service bar, Yan Qing exchanged a few words with Zhan Youhuan, senior vice president of Shanghai Oriental Culture and Media Group, on the recommendation of Li Yannian, and entrusted Miao Miao to Shao Qing.
At the other end of the conference room, under Luo Bing's introduction, Yan Qing had a casual chat with the representatives of the Whispering Party headed by Kang Changling, coo of Whispering Pictures, and then he also left Zhang Yameng with Luo Bing.
"Brother Qing, let's go there."
After drinking the water in the glass slowly, Yan Qing walked to the piano room on the west wing at Zhou Peipei's urging.
Deng Yingling noticed Yan Qing as soon as she entered the door. She and Guan Xin got up from the sofa and looked at him and Zhou Peipei with a smile.
"Both of them have expressions of sincere gratitude from the bottom of their hearts... It seems that Principal Deng and Director Guan don't know much about the matter between me and Hum Hum. They are probably here for the copyright of the song and choreography of "Seve".
"
With his heart as clear as a mirror, Yan Qing quickened his pace and stepped forward to talk to Deng Yingling and Guan Xin.
Through the corner of his eye, Yan Qing also noticed the sofa area in front of an eye-catching milky white grand piano on the other side of the piano room. Weng Huaijing, Gao Yuan, and Su Meng were chatting about something.
With polite words on his lips, Yan Qing even took the time to speculate: "It's probably Gao Yuan and Su Meng chatting."
After the two exchanged beautiful words, Deng Yingling put forward their request tactfully as expected. The Imperial Dance Academy wanted to use the authorization of the choreographic adaptation of "Seve" for the school's enrollment promotion work.
Grateful, Yan Qing naturally agreed and happily asked Zhou Peipei to take Deng Yingling and Guan Xin to the east wing to go to Miao Miao to handle the relevant authorization procedures.
After Zhou Peipei led them away, Yan Qing found that he seemed to be ignored by Gao Yuan and Su Meng at the far end.
Weng Huaijing elegantly kept the duchess sitting in a reclined position, lowering her head and reading something. Yan Qing tried to initiate eye contact, but she was completely immersed in the joy of reading.
Bored, Yan Qing could only turn to the unusual-looking grand piano.
"What a big deal! The gift Shao Qing prepared for Buzzard was not a Steinway. Tsk tsk tsk. Franz Liszt's favorite Bösendorfer 290 Royal grand piano, which he played for Austria at that time. emperor…"
The unbearable itching suppressed the hesitation in his heart, and before he knew it, Yan Qing was close to the milky white Bösendorfer.