Wen Zheng went to open the door himself, but the moment the door opened, the knocker who appeared in front of the three of them was something they never expected.
"Why are you? What are you doing here? Isn't the matter between us done?"
Wen Zheng looked at Mr. Feng in front of him and asked a series of questions.
"No, no, no, brother, don't get me wrong."
Master Feng subconsciously stepped back, took out a memory card from his arms and handed it over, "I want to give this to you."
Wang Yuehong's face changed slightly.
Wen Zheng asked in confusion: "What the hell?"
Feng Shao glanced at Wang Yuehong and Lin Qi, seeming hesitant to speak.
Wang Yuehong interjected: "Why don't we go into the house and talk? It's not cool to stand at the door."
Wen Zheng didn't say anything and just walked into the house first.
Everyone sat down.
Wen Zheng said: "If you have anything to say, say it directly. You are not an outsider."
At this time, he also vaguely guessed what was in the memory card, but he couldn't figure out how this thing got into this person's hands.
Feng Shaoxian pushed the memory card to Wen Zheng and said with an awkward smile: "I have a friend who likes photography and knows some people in the circle. He knows that I am your fan, so this thing came into my hands. It is said that
, someone was following you yesterday, and I planned to make a big news about it, but I cut it off after I found out."
He glanced at Wen Zheng, who was expressionless, and quickly added: "I came to you after I got the things. I don't know what's inside."
Wang Yuehong and Lin Qi wisely did not speak.
Wen Zheng said coldly: "What are you trying to do? Logically speaking, this thing should be in the hands of the paparazzi. You, a rich young man, have nothing to do with the paparazzi, right?"
Mr. Feng seemed a little restless, and it was obvious that he was confused and frightened.
He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "My girlfriend is usually from your circle, so she knows some people from the entertainment company, and has been in contact with the paparazzi. So what, I didn't want to do anything, really. I'm like this
Leave it here, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first.”
Wen Zheng glanced at the memory card on the table and saw Master Feng getting up and leaving without saying a word.
Seeing this, Wang Yuehong couldn't help but said: "How about you do us another favor?"
Feng Shao paused when he heard this.
He originally hoped that Wen Zheng would owe him a favor, and the more the better. Since the other party offered it, he had absolutely no reason to refuse.
"This is out of print," he pointed to the memory card on the table, and then asked, "As for that paparazzi, uh... just tell me what you want me to do with him. Not many people know about this beforehand.
Apart from the paparazzi, my friend is the only one who knows about this, that’s all.”
Wen Zheng looked at his agent in confusion.
Wang Yuehong smiled at Feng Shao and said, "No, no, no, you misunderstood. I just hope that this thing on the table can play its intended role."
Mr. Feng was stunned and said hesitantly: "You mean...explode?"
Wang Yuehong nodded.
Wen Zheng suddenly realized that it would not be good for them to take action on this thing. There were only so many people in the circle, and it would be easy for Gao Fushun and others to snipe in advance after knowing about it.
Mr. Feng looked at Wen Zheng cautiously and reminded, "I heard that once this thing is released, it will be very harmful to you."
Wen Zheng did not answer directly, but asked with a smile: "We know each other, but I never knew what your family does, and I don't even know your name."
"Brother! My father and I are both your little fans. Can you just pretend that I have never been here? I will definitely keep my mouth shut!"
Mr. Feng was so frightened that his face turned pale, and Wen Zheng almost knelt down.
He knew how chaotic the industry was, and he also knew that Wen Zheng could rise quickly. If he only relied on the hard power of his works, it would be difficult to reach the sky. Because of this, he was terrified.
More importantly, if Wen Zheng had not experienced it personally, he would have thought it was filming a movie. It was also the first time that he realized that it was a movie.
Death can be so close to him, and the murderous intention in the novel turns out to be real.
Wen Zheng saw that he looked embarrassed and couldn't help but laugh: "Don't get me wrong. I just thought that if you help me once, I will give you face."
Mr. Feng looked at him carefully and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it didn't look like he was cheating.
He chuckled and said: "My name is Feng Xiaoyong. My family is involved in all kinds of businesses. If you need to invest or something, it's no problem. You can still come up with 18 million."
Wen Zheng waved his hand and said: "There is no need to invest for the time being. Haven't you always wanted to invite me to sing? It's easy to talk about. But the premise is that you have to distribute the things on the table. The fewer people who know about it, the better. In the end,
Better to give it to professional paparazzi.”
Feng Xiaoyong stared at Wen Zheng blankly, rolling his eyes again and again, and finally agreed readily.
As for the fact that his father always wanted to invite Wen Zheng to attend the event, he didn't mention it at all.
Wen Zheng knew that he might have other desires, so he didn't pursue the question any further.
He is just a rich young man, and there are only those things that he can like, so it is better to solve the immediate problem first.
After Feng Xiaoyong took the things and left happily, Wang Yuehong told Zhao Qiuxing, who was in charge of the company, about the matter, and the other party said that he would arrange for someone to keep an eye on it.
From this, Wen Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and just waited to refute the rumors.
Not long after, Wen Zheng drove to look for Luo Guangcai.
As the organizer of the singer competition, Yueyin provides free training venues for participating singers. Especially for unsigned singers like Luo Guangcai, it is not easy to have a free place to practice singing before the competition.
Wen Zheng arrived at the place and found that Ye Xiaoxue was also here.
As the two looked at each other, Wen Zheng instantly remembered that he had promised Ye Xiaoxue to send him a message at home last night, but after eating with Boss Lin, he completely forgot about it.
Ye Xiaoxue was as deserted as ever, like an aloof narcissus, which made people think of the words "no strangers should enter" when they saw her.
She just glanced at Wen Zheng and didn't look again, without any ripples in her eyes.
Wen Zheng thought for a while but took the initiative to come over and greeted him carelessly: "Are you here too? You came early enough."
"fine."
Ye Xiaoxue's words are concise and to the point.
Wen Zheng was a little embarrassed, so he sat down next to her and explained with a smile: "What about... I went to bed last night and forgot to tell you. I'm sorry."
Ye Xiaoxue turned around and smiled: "It's okay. I just said it casually. There is no need to take me seriously."
Wen Zheng scratched his head, looked at the contestants taking turns practicing singing on the stage, and asked, "Is it Luo Guangcai's turn? What is the strength of these singers participating in the semi-finals?"
"He has practiced it once. It's hard to say what the situation is. You can see for yourself later."
Ye Xiaoxue looked at the stage, "These singers are all good, Luo Guangcai is not outstanding. Fortunately, the song chosen this time is not bad and suitable for him."
Sixteen people participate in the semi-finals to compete for the last five promotion places, and each person only has one chance.
I have to say that the rules are actually quite cruel. Once you fail to place in the top five in the semi-finals, you can only sing the curtain call and call it a day.
Luo Guangcai is also a bar singer, so his talent is not enough here. More importantly, he has no original works at all. As a result, he is the least competitive among the six.
"I'll take a look at it later," Wen Zheng sighed, "If it doesn't work, just change the song. We still have one night, at least let him pass the first round."
Ye Xiaoxue was indifferent to this.
At this time, many singers practicing singing noticed that Wen Zheng was also present, so they came over to say hello.
Ye Xiaoxue is aloof and difficult to get along with, but Wen Zheng wants to get in touch with him no matter what. After all, he is a great figure in the industry. No matter whether it is his creative ability or singing ability, no one is not convinced.
Even after he won the Imperial Capital Division, there was a rumor circulating in the circle that the winner of this singing competition had already been "decided".
This shows the pressure he puts on other singers in the group.
Although he only finished fourth in the first national competition, no one dared to deny his ability.
Because as an artist, no matter how much he hypes and operates, everything must return to the original anchor point, which is the nature of his work.
Obviously, Wen Zheng is already invincible at this point.
What's more important is that when Wen Zheng retreats behind the scenes, a large number of people will definitely benefit from it, and there will definitely be many artists who will flourish in movies and TV shows.
Faced with the offensive of flattery, Wen Zheng seemed very calm and dealt with it one by one with a smile.
These people also know how to behave, and they will stop at the end of the greeting. It is good to be familiar with each other. Whether they can be supported by Wen Zheng in the future can only be left to fate.
Soon, Luo Guangcai came on stage to practice singing. When he saw Wen Zheng, he just nodded in greeting.
What he prepared was a popular song, and the original singer was the third judge of the competition. It was not too difficult.
Wen Zheng and Ye Xiaoxue listened quietly in the audience.
After singing the song, Ye Xiaoxue took the initiative to ask Wen Zheng: "What do you think?"
Wen Zheng frowned and said: "It's okay to copy it as it is, but his performance is average. Compared with the original singer, I think it's better to rearrange the music. This will not only make people feel fresh and new, but also have more impact."
Ye Xiaoxue reminded: "The risk is a bit high. After all, the original singer is the judge. If the adaptation is not good, isn't it flattering to the horse's hooves?"
"You come?"
Wen Zheng said suddenly.
Ye Xiaoxue frowned and said: "Deliberately trying to push me? It's me who should be angry, okay, why are you so stingy?"
"No, no, no, I'm serious."
Wen Zheng hurriedly explained, "I heard that you have had a dedicated vocal teacher since you entered Yueyin. Doesn't this give you a chance to show off? You get started first, and I'll find an expert in the company to take a look when you're done."
Without waiting for Ye Xiaoxue to reply, Luo Guangcai ran over and asked with a smile: "Boss, what do you think of my performance just now?"
Wen Zheng expressed his thoughts.
Luo Guangcai hesitated for a moment, then looked at Wen Zheng with pleading eyes.
"Don't look at me. Let Ye Xiaoxue correct it for you first. If it doesn't work, we'll just change the song."
Wen Zheng paused and added, "Actually, singing is secondary, the main thing is your own ability. I found that you like to show off your singing skills, but you are not good at it."
Luo Guangcai readily accepted the criticism, but still showed his hands.
Ye Xiaoxue interjected: "Most bar singers have this problem. Singing is just singing. Top professional singers are interpreting."
Wen Zheng clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's hurry up and follow him to the company. We are divided into two groups. You are responsible for rearranging the music, and I am responsible for watching him practice singing."
On the road.
Ye Xiaoxue didn't have the slightest clue, so she asked: "What do you think can be done better? Can you give me some direction?"
Wen Zheng was silent for a moment, thinking as he said: "The song is a bit old, and the accompaniment needs to be remade. It's best not to use electronic musical instruments to simulate the effects as usual. It's too old-fashioned. The people in the company must be familiar with this. You can communicate with them.
"
"Well... the song is okay overall, but it needs new ideas if it needs to be changed. The style of the original song is dull. You can try to explore in the opposite direction and boldly break the inherent impression of this song in people's minds, but you should also pay attention to the lyrics.
Can the artistic conception be supported?"
Ye Xiaoxue sighed, then looked at Luo Guangcai and said, "You have to take care of the late night snacks. I'm not picky about food, so a roadside stall will do."
"I will handle it."
Luo Guangcai patted his chest and agreed.
Wen Zheng shook his head speechlessly.
Thinking about eating before you even start working, you are either a professional or a complete cook.