Fang Han thought of Li Tang's singing and couldn't help but laugh: "She actually likes singing too. Please help her find a music teacher to train."

"I've searched for it." Qi Hairong nodded and said, "The best music teacher in the country, ten thousand yuan per class, isn't it scary?"

“How many classes will you have to take in total?”

"About ten quarters."

"Can you finish teaching in ten classes?" Fang Han smiled.

Qi Hairong said: "Li Tang has read the book, and just needs to ask for advice. She has a very good understanding. The teacher has praised her and is ready to receive it from her subordinates."

"Which teacher?"

"Li Yufen." Qi Hairong said: "Have you heard of it?"

Fang Han shook his head.

Qi Hairong glanced at him: "Teacher Li Yufen is full of talents all over the world. If it weren't for my face, he might not have been able to come!"

Fang Han nodded with a smile: "You, the boss of Tianyu, have a great reputation. When will Li Tang get out of the army?"

"She has a good understanding and learns quickly. She has taken two classes while filming. The results are very good." Qi Hairong said: "Didn't she tell you?"

Fang Han shook his head: "Maybe I want to give me a surprise."

"According to Teacher Li Yufen, Li Tang is a genius and is born to be a singer. Unfortunately, Li Tang has never made up his mind." Qi Hairong said: "She wants to concentrate on acting."

"Human energy is limited, and it is indeed not suitable to catch both sides." Fang Han nodded.

If you perform well, you sing, and if you sing well, you sing well, you will perform. Nowadays, cross-border development is emphasized, but doing this is often a helpless move when it reaches a bottleneck.

Li Tang's acting skills have reached the top, and what is needed is to continue to sharpen it. Just like increasing life experience, acting can also sharpen the experience of an actor. Playing a role well is like experiencing a strange life. At this time, she should take on more roles.

However, there are not many scripts that meet Fang Han's standards, and Li Tang can play even less. In this way, it is appropriate to develop in singing.

But there is a current situation in the entertainment industry. People are easily accepting singing and performing well, and acting well, and singing with great difficulty. In people's eyes, actors are purely playing and not doing their jobs. Singers can act, but actors cannot.

Li Tang really wants to develop across the border. It is likely that he is thankless and he will eventually come back to act in shame and work in vain.

Qi Hairong and Fang Han discussed it for a while, but finally decided to let Li Tang sing and see the reaction before talking about it. This singer talent show is the best experimental field.

———

In the evening, when the dusk was approaching, Fang Han took a helicopter to appear on an island not far from the sea and sky. The island is not big, with an observation station above it, and there are usually several sentinels.

As soon as he got off the plane, a thin and tall major officer came up to salute: "Hello, Chief, Ma Qingfeng, the chief of the island sentry, please review it!"

Fang Han waved his hand: "No need to be so formal, where is the person I want?"

Ma Qingfeng is an acquaintance, the deputy captain of the special operations brigade he commanded, and followed him across national borders to start a massacre.

"Twenty-four people are in the queue!" Ma Qingfeng said hurriedly.

Fang Han said: "Go and take a look."

"yes!"

The propeller of the helicopter stopped slowly.

Ma Qingfeng brought Fang Han to a valley where twenty-four soldiers were training in the valley, and a burly major officer was shouting at the top of his lungs.

Fang Han looked at the twenty-four soldiers, but the officer's magic sound was still lazy and unable to lift his energy, as if he had not woken up.

Fang Han turned his head and looked at Ma Qingfeng: "How are the qualities of these soldiers?"

"Report to the leader, it's not so good!" Ma Qingfeng said loudly.

Fang Han shook his head and smiled, "Master Ma Shou, there is no need to be so serious. I am not a soldier, so I just need to speak the same way."

"Okay." Ma Qingfeng lowered his voice and smiled bitterly: "Chief, these guys are all soft noodles and can't lift them!"

"Let me tell me." Fang Han smiled.

"They are not not working hard, they are not physically good, have weak physical fitness, have no ability to complete training, and have not been trained for a long time in the queue. Anyway, I have never seen such a poor soldier!"

"Well... what about their thoughts?"

"They are all good soldiers, working very hard, and have the idea of ​​working hard. They want to train their bodies well. They come to the army just to temper their bodies and psychology." Ma Qingfeng nodded: "There are not many people who have such pure ideas. Now they are in the army for treatment."

"That's good." Fang Han nodded.

As a major officer who rose from the bottom, it is okay to find out the minds of the new recruits. His standard at the time was not only his body, but also his thoughts.

It is difficult for a person to change his mind, and it is even more difficult than his body. He asks himself that he does not have the ability to control his mind, and it would be amazing if he worked hard to train a traitor.

"Chief, we are going to enter secret training. What are we training?" Ma Qingfeng asked curiously.

Fang Han said: "Kung Fu!"

Ma Qingfeng's eyes lit up suddenly: "Kung Fu?!"

Fang Han nodded: "Do it well!"

"Yes!" Ma Qingfeng replied loudly.

He has been looking forward to this day. Since he was by Fang Han's side, he saw his outstanding skills and killing methods. Ma Qingfeng flashed countless times in his dreams that he had learned kung fu and killed all sides.

Every man in China has a dream of martial arts. This is a deep-rooted thing and a seed. Once the soil is available, it is easy to take root and sprout.

Ma Qingfeng knew that Fang Han’s identity was kept secret and that it was too high, so he could not be able to climb up with a little officer, so he could only hide his desire in his heart. Unexpectedly, he had the opportunity to personally receive Fang Han’s training and practice Kung Fu!

Another major officer was also an acquaintance of Fang Han, Song Wenbang, a soldier of the special operations brigade who followed him, and was a very brave man.

Both of them made great contributions in that operation, and they were desperate and made great contributions to the rank of major and were sent by Jiang He to Fang Han to assist.

Fang Han is proficient in tactics and kung fu, but after all, he has not joined the army, so someone needs to improve the details. Ma Qingfeng is meticulous and Song Wenbang is a good assistant.

Fang Han asked them to gather, slowly look at each person, nodded. These people have very sensitive physiques and are people who are easy to be in harmony with the world.

A body is not a good thing to be sensitive. The weather changes, and the body changes again, or it may catch a cold or feel uncomfortable. But things in the world are often good and bad. The interests are consistent. Such a physique is a good thing for practicing Kung Fu, and it is easy to get angry.

Fang Han was too lazy to say more, so he only emphasized one discipline. His identity must be absolutely confidential. He will never be allowed to talk about himself after leaving this island. Just pretend that he does not have his own person.

Then Fang Han taught them a method, practice voice, and hold their voices like singers. And they needed to shout loudly and do their best to shout.

They only need to shout out six words, similar to Buddhist mantras.

Suddenly, a long hiss came from the island, and they quickly became hoarse and could not make a sound. Even if they could not make a sound, Fang Han still asked them to keep shouting.

They shouted with hoarse voices, and they were all confused. Are they practicing martial arts? They are not practicing to become singers, right?

Seeing that they were not confident, Fang Han summoned them to demonstrate. With a long shout, everyone's bodies trembled, as if they were electrically charged.

Fang Han stood in front of them and said, "This is the fastest way to get started with kung fu. Speaking is not to train your throat, but to vibrate your internal organs through sound and strengthen your physique!"

"This is a secret technique that has been passed down by word of mouth. The yin and whistle in ancient times was a kind of inheritance, and the effect of strengthening the body is magical."

"Instructor, what's the name of this kung fu?"

"Tiger Roaring Technique." Fang Han said; "Tiger Roaring Technique is a secret technique that tempers internal organs. You will have experience it after practicing for a few days. I will correct your pronunciation one by one. Everyone's pronunciation is different."

This is derived from the Dragon Sound Technique, which combines some of his secret techniques and experiences, and he is very confident in the effect.

He said as he asked everyone to come to him, and he pressed the man's vest in his palm and let him speak. The person who made the voice felt a heat flow into his body.

Fang Han asked him to make a sound again, and then began to correct his pronunciation, from the pronunciation words to the tongue, teeth, and force parts one by one.

There are only six words to make a sound, but it is so meticulous that it uses a little bit of force, how much sound does the airflow rub against the teeth, and which piece of flesh on the face exerts force.

Only then did they realize that it was exquisite. This was not something that could be learned by listening. Without Fang Han's separate corrections and teachings, it would not be easy to practice.

From evening until midnight, Fang Han was correcting their pronunciations, and they were exhausted and drowsy and fell asleep.

When they woke up the next morning, they found that there were only two instructors, and Instructor Fang, who taught Kung Fu, was no longer there.

"Instructor Ma, where is Instructor Fang?" a weak young man asked in a hoarse voice.

He has long eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but his body is too thin and can be blown away by a gust of wind. His name is Jing Xi, a soldier from Haitian City, whose parents are famous rich people.

He looked weak, but he was very generous, had a good reputation, and had a tendency to be a squad leader.

"Jing Xiu, Instructor Fang is very busy, he has left!" Ma Qingfeng said loudly with a stern face: "Instructor Fang has instructions to continue the queue training in the morning and the dragon roaring technique from the afternoon to the evening."

Everyone suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. No matter who shouted at the top of his throat, it would be impossible to stand it all night. It was a blessing to be able to rest for the whole afternoon.

Song Wenbang shouted with a dark face: "Don't be lazy, you should know how important this opportunity is. Start training now and gather!"

Everyone stood in a helpless manner, and under Song Wenbang's loud and deafening slogan, they made mechanical movements, turning left and right, moving forward and backward, stepping in step, and resting attentively.

Today's sun is particularly hot, and the sky is not cloudy. If they don't give them a chance to breathe, their delicate bodies will be difficult to withstand.

They felt uncomfortable in the hot sun, sweating profusely and their legs were shaking, but they persevered. At noon, Song Wenbang said "disbanded" and they all fell to the ground.

"Practice your voice now!" Song Wenbang shouted loudly.

"Practice sound!" Ma Qingfeng shouted: "This is the best time to exercise. Instructor Fang has instructed that each person must practice for an hour!"
Chapter completed!