Mo Xijun answered very straightforwardly: "It's very good, very free and open, with a learning environment and a play environment. It depends on how you choose."

"Oh... it's so good." Qiao Qiao was a little envious and sad, but soon swallowed these things back. He wiped his mouth and stood up, "I'm going to the library and start learning basic music theory."

Lu Jian naturally saw Qiao Qiao's regret. After all, he was a child who was unattended and missed his college career.

In fact, going to college is not a necessary path, but it is a bit regrettable to take this short period of time.

"Let's do it, I won't work today." Lu Jian waved his arm and changed his plan, "Go to college with Xijun!"

"Class?" Mo Xijun was stunned for a moment, and then said happily, "Roar, roar, our school is so big!"

"Suddenly outing?" Qiao Qiao stared at her eyes. He wanted to go and see it in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it directly, "Isn't this... very lazy?"

"How could it be? I just said that I was happy. I have thought about your subsequent singles and can be done at any time, not in the past or two." Lu Jian stood up and said, "Actually, today, I should arrange a lot of media exposure and hype, and take advantage of the momentum to make you the focus of public opinion, but that's too boring. I'm a little disgusted with that mechanized business routine now, so let's go on an outing."

Qiao Qiao had already taken the bowl to the pool and started to brush: "I promise to understand the music theory tomorrow."

"Can I go too?" Lu Kang also gave me anticipated eyes, "The New Oriental Cooking School I went to, our place is full of men. I really want to see female college students."

"Then go and change your clothes quickly." Lu Kang urged to point at his apron, "or you will be tied to the door to see the house."

"Ah!" Lu Kang rushed out of the kitchen.

"Hahaha." Mo Xijun covered his face and smiled, "I always feel that he should say 'Wang'."

Lu Jian suddenly felt that it was too much to bully Lu Kang like this, but there was nothing he could do, he just couldn't control it. And when he thought about it carefully, Lu Kang looked very happy. Now this is equivalent to everyone releasing their nature, very harmonious and fair.

"Please help him clean all the bowls." Lu Jian finally picked up his own bowls and chopsticks.

...

Qianjin Entertainment, Vice President's Office.

"Mr. West Lake can't be found." Lin Xiaozao rubbed his eyes in front of Wade. "The database, trade union, folk song circle, music school, guitar enthusiast group, everything has been found. I can't find this person, and I have never had this style."

"Where is a foreign country?" Wade asked with his headphones, "Chinese-speaking countries, Xinjiapo, Malesia, foreign Chinese."

Lin Xiaozao swallowed and spitted: "Do you need to do this?"

"Well... let's stop here." Wade leaned on the back of the chair, "I want to listen to you the only possibility left."

Lin Xiaozao had an answer in her mind. Everything she did before was to overturn this answer. If she could not find a counter-proof, then this answer would not prove itself. She raised her glasses and said the only possibility-

"Mr. West Lake is Lu Jian himself."

"Very good." Wade tilted his head slightly, "Don't think about betting anymore, let go of Lu Jian and focus on folk songs."

"But... Mr. Wei, don't we want to win over or... suppress it?" Lin Xiaozao asked in surprise, "We can try to use more capital to erode him or defeat him."

"The gain is not worth it, don't waste your energy." Wade leaned over and turned the computer screen to Lin Xiaozao, "This singer, ask him."

Lin Xiaozao quickly recorded the singer's name, and at the same time reminded Wade: "Mr. Wei, you have already made an appointment with three singers within an hour. If this continues, will our contract appear cheap?"

"That doesn't matter. Your competitive thinking is too low-level." Wade pointed his head, "Every wind vent, every road, is so wide, first come, first go."

"Okay Mr. Wei." Lin Xiaozao turned around and contacted the artist.

"Rest." Wade suddenly ordered, "get done."

"It's only morning?"

Wade didn't say anything, just changed a song, turned around the chair and put on his headphones to continue listening.

Lin Xiaozao's lips raised slightly. She really needed a rest. From 1:00 last night, she took the initiative to go back to the company and started looking for Mr. West Lake in the database. Wade must have seen that he had not slept all night.

I didn't expect that there was such a small hot spring hidden in the gap in this glacier.

...

Wade was obviously standing in the center of the vortex, but was extremely calm, which was in sharp contrast to the people outside the vortex, and they were eager to be dragged into it immediately.

In the public information on the new song list, only a few of the most basic entries of "You, My Deskmate" are displayed-

【Singing: Qiao Qiao】

【Composition: Qiao Qiao】

【Lyricist: Mr. West Lake】

【Arrangement: Mr. West Lake】

【Producer: Mr. West Lake】

Compared to the huge production list of Huarong's singles, the information about "You, the Deskmate" is pitifully small. Everyone knows only two things. A guy with a pseudonym Mr. West Lake led Qiao Qiao to create a dark horse song.

Ordinary listeners have been anxious for a long time. Such a nice song and such a charming voice, there is not even a photo? How ugly is the original singer? How irresponsible is this company!

Of course they wrongly accused Lu Jian. The funds were tight and the time was urgent, so he didn't have time to make the cover of the single.

Industry insiders think more about it, believing that this is a hunger marketing. They are different from laymen and can get access to a lot of information. Before the song is uploaded, the company will conduct real-name authentication on the committee. Following this vine, they finally touched the melon.

"You, My Deskmate", produced by Entertainment Star Factory, the registered address of this company is in the Entertainment Industrial Park.

For a moment, all kinds of messy people, including star scouts, media, producers of Qianjin Entertainment, etc., found the gate of Xing Factory.

However, they were greeted with a cheap anti-theft iron fence with notes on it—

[The company is on vacation, the mobile phone is turned off, please do not disturb it.]

"Damn it! What kind of company is this?" A young male reporter wearing a baseball cap straddled the camera and became anxious. "The song is finally going to be popular. What kind of airplane is playing at this time!"

"The routine is deep..." An old entertainment reporter next to him sat on the steps and rubbed his legs, "Hunger marketing has also played us in."

"Two..." A very conspicuous bald head with a bald head with a gaze came over and smiled and handed the cigarette to the two, "I know Qiao Qiao."

"Do you know Qiao Qiao? "The lead singer of "You, the same deskmate"?" The young reporter took the cigarette but didn't smoke, just stuffed it into the crack of his ears, staring at his bald head silly, "Who are you, don't lie to others."

"You don't know him?" The old reporter took the cigarette and smiled at the young reporter. "Old Huang! This is not enough to lie to you."

Upon hearing this, the young reporter quickly pulled out the recorder: "Then... Senior Huang... Are you convenient for you? Now any clues about Qiao Qiao are big news."

"Hehe." Old Huang just smiled foolishly and smoked.

"You, too young." The old reporter vomited a cigarette ring at him, "Old Huang is not helping others in vain."

After saying that, he said to Lao Huang again: "Tell me, what should I do?"

"Hehe." Old Huang squatted down with a smile on his face and sat next to the old reporter. "I'll ask first, Mr. West Lake, do you have any news?"

The old reporter only snorted and shook his head: "He is more mysterious than Jojo."

Lao Huang rubbed his bald head and was a little anxious: "If you have any news, you can contact me, you will be rewarded."

The old reporter waved his hand: "Where are you here, let's offer a price."

"Hehe." Old Huang rubbed his hands happily again, "I have a lot of information in my hands."

When the young reporter heard this, he quickly took out his pockets: "Is it okay for five hundred yuan?"

Old Huang waved his hand: "Don't scold me, I think it's time to do it, my material is worth at least 50,000 yuan."

"Fuck!" the young reporter glared at Lao Huang and cursed, "You're crazy about money."

At this moment, the old reporter had finished smoking and threw it on the ground. He got up and stepped on it, and then said to Lao Huang: "Let's go, talk to our director, he might be able to give you this price."

"Call and talk." Old Huang smiled and pointed to the old reporter's pocket. "Joqiao's news is now racing against time. If your family is not good, I will look for someone else's family. Time is tight, I'm sorry..."

The old reporter snorted again, saying that he was worthy of being Lao Huang, and he would never suffer any losses in his life.

Just as they were talking, more industry insiders also found this place. When they saw the company closed the door, they cursed a few words, but they couldn't bear to leave like that, so they had to hand cigarettes to each other, trying to get some information from each other, but what they took out was complaining.

"We, Mr. Wei, are crazy and insist on finding Mr. West Lake to make folk songs."

"This grandson company is quite effective. The number of views of "You, My Deskmate" has almost tripled the number of views of Huarong, but the tickets have not exceeded it yet."

"On overnight... this list of the committee can really create gods."

"What a fucking god? I didn't even give a recommendation to "You, my deskmate". The committee is sucking myself with a big mouth."

"Haha, actually, the layman can't see it. The key is that the big rooster clicked it and said that the list committee used ** to listen to songs, and it's fun now."

"The environment is so good now. Anyone who is such a reactionary rooster can eat and drink well."

As we were chatting, a bicycle was coming quickly, and the man in the suit was not braked. He wanted to jump down and throw the car aside. Before he even stood firm, he asked in anger: "Several... brothers, who has... who has Mr. Lu Jian and Mr. Lu's contact information? We want to sign his copyright in advance."

A group of people from the world looked at him happily.

"Don't call it, turn off the phone, don't it be written at the door?"

"Your copyright company took action so early? Don't you see it anymore?"

The man in the suit shook his head while sweating, "What are you looking at? The three major players urged us early in the morning, and they all wanted to buy out exclusively when it was not popular."

These people in the martial arts world sighed and immediately got topics of conversation.

"It's evil, it's so fucking evil!"

"That's right. Now I'm going to buy out. Those who want to listen to "You, My Deskmate" can only go to their platform to listen."

"Yes, look at this traffic, it has crushed Huarong."

Everyone was coaxing, and the bald head squeezed in and showed their presence:

"Several... I have the big news about Qiao Qiao. I bought it for 50,000 yuan for "Light Speed ​​Media". Do you have any higher prices? Just five minutes, five minutes!"

"Fuck! Fifty thousand?"

"Old Huang, you are getting darker and darker."

The old reporter stood behind Lao Huang and lit another cigarette, without getting angry, just watching him pretend to behave.

The young reporter came over with some frustration, took off the cigarette from his ears and lit it. He held the cigarette in his mouth and nudeed: "Why hasn't this person been cut off yet?"

"I like him very much." The old reporter snorted, "It's so real to work hard for money. Whoever has the money can help you, it's simple and pure."

"Personality..."

The old reporter laughed even harder: "Tell me, is it reliable to have personality or money?"
Chapter completed!