Just when Murong Cheng was happily implementing his great cause of winning the ranking.

Ling Buwei also clenched his fists at his home, trembling all over as he looked at the increasing number of downloads of his new song on the new song list.

Yes, he finally got his wish and joined Jiang Kan's studio, successfully becoming the first signed singer besides himself in Jiang Kan's studio.

"I hope this choice is wise..."

He bit his fingernails nervously and watched nervously and expectantly as the number of downloads of his new song "Secretly Obsessed" continued to rise. In less than 24 hours today, it has been downloaded more than 30,000 times and is currently ranked at

Looks like number 15.

That's right, the moment he officially joined Jiang Kan's studio, the mission of "Come here for the fame I" was completed.

Then Jiang Kan drew a song called "Secretly Obsessed".

After listening to it, he felt that the quality of the song was also very good. Although the style was a bit retro, the whole song can be said to be a very good high-quality song in terms of arrangement, rhythm and lyrics.

Quality songs.

"Uncle Kan really keeps his word. He gave me such a good song on the first day I joined. It's not in vain that I tried so hard to join his studio and gave up all the song shares... I hope I can start from this

Start the song and bring me a steady stream of fame."

Ling Bu turned his head slightly and looked at the window on the side. Outside the window was a dark night and thousands of lights, as well as bare trees and falling snow.

On such a winter night when the cold wind was howling outside the window and the snow was falling, Ling Buwei felt that he had joined a new organization and was blessed by his boss who was a genius composer. Ling Buwei felt a deep warmth rising from the bottom of his heart.

rise.

When Feiyang Entertainment competed with big companies such as Xinghai and Guangguang to compete for itself, they spoke so nicely and praised themselves as a genius descended from the sky like the reincarnation of the God of Songs. They all expressed that they would give themselves the best songs and the most resources.

Come and promote yourself as a superstar without wasting any of your talent and fame.

But what happened next?

A whole year has passed and I only gave myself three songs!

The concert that was promised was nowhere to be seen.

Also let yourself develop your own style and don't compete for resources with new people who have signed into the company.

Haha, what’s the difference between this and those scumbag men who stop sending flowers, bags and gifts after cheating their wives?

But it is precisely because of this that he was so confident when his agent proposed to leave Feiyang. After all, the other party had written down the conditions in the contract he signed with him. Their behavior had already reached the conditions for breach of contract, otherwise

I can't leave so quickly...

There is no harm without comparison. Looking at it this way, Uncle Kan is the best to me. He allocated resources on the first day he joined the company, for fear that he would not be able to catch up with the release of the new song in April...

Gee, there's no comparison, there's really no comparison.

Ling Buwei's handsome face finally no longer looked gloomy, but gradually softened, and even a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle Kan, if you don't let me down, and I don't let you down, I will sell my life of the past five years to you, Ling Buwei!"

He clenched his fists tightly and muttered to himself with emotion. There was a hint of heat in his words, and misty water vapor formed on the window nearby, which did not melt away for a long time.

…

"Haha, we got the second performance..."

In the tavern, Jiang Kan was holding a glass of orange juice and sipping it.

Zhang Lingling once advised him that for the sake of his future career, he should reduce the amount of alcohol he drinks as appropriate.

He followed the good example and didn't drink any more beer tonight.

"Yes, I was very nervous during the lottery draw before. Fortunately, we don't have to go on stage in the first period, otherwise I would probably be so nervous that my calves would cramp!"

Lao Zhou also said with some fear.

Although I have participated in the band's special concert before, after all, it was offline, and there was no TV station to film it. The audience was only more than 5,000 people. I just pretended to be on stage during the company's conference to praise the program.

It's over.

But now this time it’s on TV!

Moreover, it is a program of Chengdu TV Station, which is very popular in China. It is likely to have to face a whole audience, and the psychological pressure is not ordinary.

But seeing Jiang Kan's calm demeanor, he had no choice but to hold back his emotions and not look too nervous, lest he be laughed at by his brother who was ten years younger than him for his stage fright.

"Haha, it can't be said that it is easy to be assigned to the second stage. You must know that the famous domestic band Sui and Tang Band was assigned to the second stage. Fortunately, they are not our matching opponents..."

Liu Zhiheng also joined the discussion. Although he himself did not have any musical talent, after all, the contestants were two of his friends. He had watched the rise of the Dongyu band, and he very much hoped that it would succeed in the future.

You can go further in the competition and achieve greater achievements.

"By the way, what is the origin of our matching opponent, the band 'Celiver'? I don't think you have heard of its name before, right?"

Jiang Kan turned his head and asked Lao Zhou curiously. After all, he had been immersed in this field for many years and must know more about the bands.

"Oh, they are a band from Shanghai that was founded five years ago. They specialize in a fresh and oriental style, which is quite popular among the young bourgeoisie people there."

Lao Zhou rolled his eyelids and quickly recalled the general situation of this band from his memory.

"We went to Shanghai to participate in a music festival a few years ago. When we communicated with local bands, we met them at the venue and said hello."

As Lao Zhou was talking, he suddenly frowned slightly, as if recalling some uncomfortable past events.

"Haha, we hadn't met a great talent like you at that time, and we weren't doing very well. We were unknown. But at that time, they were already somewhat famous there and had thousands of fans."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Then when I introduced myself to them, their lead singer said to me very disdainfully: 'What, an old man who is almost fifty?

Are you here to play in a band too? Maybe you spent money to hire a few younger brothers to play house with you, right?'"

As Lao Zhou spoke, his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"I was very angry at the time. An old man who is almost 50 years old...ah! Why can't a middle-aged man who is almost 50 years old come and play in a band? I just paid a few brothers to come and play in the band together.

What's bothering you?"

"But there were many other friends who were in bands around me at the time, and it was hard for me to fall out with him, but I remembered the name... I didn't expect that a few years later, we would still be lucky enough to be in a variety show

Become direct competitors with them?”

Having said this, Lao Zhou rubbed his hands fiercely, cracked a pair of big white teeth, and laughed "hehe" twice in a ferocious tone.

"Now that we have a big star like you joining us, when we meet that guy who looks down on others, will he be frightened and just admit defeat? Hahahaha!"

Lao Zhou's expression changed again, but this time he became very happy and generous. He reached out to pick up the cup and touched the drink in Jiang Kan's hand, and then drank the remaining half of the cup of beer in one gulp.

Then he slammed the cup on the table with a loud bang, causing the other wine bottles to almost jump.

"Haha, Lao Zhou, that's not good. But with Brother Kan here this time, our Dongyu band will definitely be able to avenge their shame, show off their ambitions, and defeat that guy who looks down on others in the first round!

"

Liu Zhiheng also shared the same hatred. He first opened another bottle of Corona for Lao Zhou, and then raised his own cup:

"I wish our band a successful start and use this 'creeper' band to celebrate the first battle!"

"Victorious!"

"Take it as a sacrifice to the flag!"

The three of them laughed heartily, each picked up the cup and bottle in their hands, bumped it hard, and drank it all in one gulp!

…

Magic City.

In a certain mansion.

Five young people dressed in Fuso style were each holding their musical instruments and rehearsing the repertoire for the upcoming competition.

An electric guitarist, an acoustic guitarist, a bassist, a drummer, and a keyboard player.

The guitarist is the lead singer, and he wears a loose, light yellow plush hat. If you don't identify it carefully, it's really easy to mistake the color of this hat for green.

"Okay, let's do it again. Please pay attention to the turning point just now. Your emotions must be released and don't be too dull..."

The lead singer shook the long body of the electric guitar in his hand, placed the pick in his right hand on the starting syllable, and nodded in the direction of the drummer.

"One, two, ah, owo three four!"

The drummer's foot stepped heavily on the pedal of the bass drum, and the drumstick in his hand also fell heavily, hitting the drum surface in front of him. For a moment, the large room was filled with instruments of various timbres, and everyone

A satisfied smile gradually appeared on their faces.

…

A few minutes later, this rehearsal of the song was completed again.

"Okay, everyone did a good job. Let's rest for a few minutes. Drink some water to relax your wrists. Let's rehearse again later..."

The lead singer wearing a green and yellow hat clapped his hands again and encouraged everyone.

"No, brother Zhe, we still need to practice? We have rehearsed this song seven or eight times today, so the intensity should be about the same, right?"

The fat bass player next to him was a little unhappy at this moment. He touched his forehead with his fat hand, then shook out a string of sweat beads, and complained with some dissatisfaction.

"Yes, Brother Zhe, we have been practicing since 9 o'clock in the morning today. It is already past 4 o'clock in the afternoon, so it should be almost done, right? Why do we have to practice so hard?"

The female drummer, who placed two drumsticks across the drumhead on her chest and wiped the sweat on her forehead with a towel, looked at the lead singer in confusion at this time. After all, she had just played several times in a row.
To be continued...