Chapter 582: 【Extra】Gold Media 3 (Whatif?)

Chapter 582 [Extra] Golden Media 3 (Whatif…?)

no! ah?

Lychee Terrace! New Year's Eve concert! The finale!

I? ? ?

Shen Miaomiao, who was originally sitting awkwardly opposite Gu Sheng, was no longer cramped now. She opened her small mouth and pointed at herself, with unbelievable astonishment on her face!

No!

Shen Miaomiao was no longer shocked, but frightened:

“Are you trying to hide the rules from me?!”

Poof—! !

Gu Sheng squirted out a mouthful of tea!

“Uh-ke-ke-ke-ke-!”

Taking out paper to wipe his mouth, Gu Sheng looked up and down with a wary face. His eyes glanced at the glass pen holder from time to time, ready to give himself a big scoop of Nezha at any time:

“How do you... see it?”

Seeing that Gu Sheng's brows were almost knitted together, and it seemed that he was not thinking anything wrong, Shen Miaomiao's eyes turned to concern again:

“Is that because you are sick?”

“Tsk—!”

Gu Sheng’s eyes almost popped out:

“I asked you to do the finale of the night, and you actually scolded me in front of me! What kind of Mr. Dongguo and snake are you?”

Shen Miaomiao knew she was in the wrong, she stuck out her little tongue and muttered: "Don't you deserve the reward for being stabbed in the face... Besides, Mr. Dong Guo and the wolf, the farmer and the snake, what kind of diploma does Mr. Gu have...?"

What the hell—!

Gu Sheng felt that he was already warm, otherwise how could he be silenced.

What kind of evil beast did I recruit into this!

Seeing that the CEO who had the power of life and death over her was so angry that she blushed, Shen Miaomiao waved her hands quickly:

"I didn't mean that, I just...this news...this...doesn't make sense?"

I don’t understand, I really don’t understand!

I! Shen Miaomiao! I just came to Golden Media to report two hours ago!

A blank piece of paper, with a degree from a university in media and no work experience or works at all!

Moreover, he still calls me Xiao Nezha, so he must have not remembered my name!

How virtuous and capable am I?

Going to a large satellite TV New Year’s Eve party?

The finale?

The most important thing is—!

This is a New Year’s Eve concert!

Sound! happy! meeting!

Different from half-on-mic “party” programs such as Mango TV, Shanghai TV, Zhongjing TV, and Dili Dili!

The concert on Lychee Terrace will be broadcast live on open mic!

This also means that if a singer is even slightly out of tune or off beat, it will be infinitely amplified and even lead to an irreparable live broadcast accident!

 And from the time she entered Golden Wind Media to now, let alone show off her singing voice, she has not even explained her personal experience clearly!

But this is the case.

The CEO in front of her, who had only met her for less than half a day and had just taken office...

Just name her and ask her to participate in such a live broadcast of a New Year's Eve concert?

The finale?

Shen Miaomiao said that she could not understand the thinking of this little Mr. Gu...

What’s so difficult to understand!

Seeing the confusion on Shen Miaomiao's face, Gu Sheng laughed in his heart.

Treat you as my cash cow!

Little Nezha, Little Tuniu, Little Palu!

From the moment you enter the company, your goose-like temperament has completely exposed your abilities.

Although I have never heard your story, your eyes are full of stories.

Are you afraid that you can't go up to high notes or down to low notes during evening concerts, or that you might get into trouble if you go out of tune?

out! You can go out! It would be a pity if you don’t come out!

Now, Moritani has brought a new investment to Zhendian Milk, which is owned by the Gu family. The money came from Golden Media and made additional investment in Lychee Terrace through Zhendian's channels, allowing Zhendian to become an "industry sponsor" of the party. Brand" was promoted to "official partner".

In return, Moritani will mediate and exert pressure to push the program quota of Lychee Channel to the finale.

Perhaps for other brokerage companies, this adjustment is not easy.

However, Golden Media is not an ordinary brokerage company. Standing behind it is the Gu family, a business tycoon with one hand covering the sky, who will naturally exert silent pressure.

At that time!

As long as little Nezha has a problem at the party, he can invest another publicity fee to clean up little Nezha and force the blame to the performer's equipment -

“As a casual observer, I feel that the girl’s singing skills are definitely not bad, but the equipment at Lychee Terrace is too tight on my hips. I believe the future is promising.”

“Originally I was indifferent, but my courage to insist on opening wheat even though I knew the equipment was inadequate is enough to turn Lu into fans.”

“Boycott the garbage equipment at Lychee Terrace, Miaomiao is beautiful alone”

“Why is there no serious preparation for stage design, camera operation, and sound preparation for a concert that lasts all night?”

“What a regrettable debut stage. Where does the regret come from? It comes from the low equipment of the Lychee stage and a series of operations..."

Such hard copywriting as this.

It’s not disgusting! I'm just asking you if it's disgusting!

Obviously I'm a bad singer, but I'm going to give you the equipment!

Even if others can sing it, I will still sing it with my eyes closed!

As a result, the rapid decline in popularity will inevitably bring a more serious disaster to the release of the single!

At that time!

The majority of the money will be spent on upgrading the sponsorship level, and there will also be a lot of money spent on initial promotions and cleanup after the incident, plus the funds for the promotion of the single... all added up, the starting point is seven digits, and it is expected to reach eight digits.

What if this means losing all your money...?

One million becomes tens of millions in seconds!

Thinking of this, Gu Sheng couldn't help but show a mysterious and obscure smile, which made Shen Miaomiao tremble:

“Miaomiao, you also know that the only person in the company who can be called a facade is Chu Qingzhou,”

“This is obviously not enough for us at Golden Media,”

“If you want to develop stably in the entertainment industry, or even go further, you cannot be content with the status quo,”

“We need a new generation of little flowers who will be popular with their own hands…”

so-

Hearing this, Shen Miaomiao grinned and pointed at herself: "Is that me?"

Gu Sheng was silent for a moment, nodded, then shook his head, and said with deep meaning: "It may or may not be you."

Gu Sheng is a thief.

He knew very well that this arrangement was an unbelievably big pie for a little girl who had just entered the entertainment industry, and it was inherently unconvincing.

If you don't find a decent reason, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain your "loving only one person".

So, Gu Sheng secretly revealed to Shen Miaomiao in his words, "You are not the only one chosen by heaven" - Gold Media is so big, if you don't do it, there will always be parlu.

I see! !

Such an obvious hint, Shen Miaomiao naturally understood it!

I understand! This is a test given to me by Mr. Gu!

Nowadays, Mr. Gu has the gold, and with the support of the Gu family, he spares no expense in selecting direct artists.

If you can pass this test, you will definitely become the mainstay of the company, a super star, and rise to the top in the future.

If you fail to pass the test, you will probably be forgotten and hidden in the snow. After all, it is not uncommon for trainees to practice for ten years.

If you say so…

"Don't worry, Mr. Gu! I will definitely work hard! I will strive to become a blockbuster!"

Shen Miaomiao's eyes were blazing and her face was determined.

Thinking back to my previous life as a resident at the Qingba Bar, and then looking back at my four years of hibernation in this life.

The desire to shine brightly in the spotlight has never been greater.

Now, the road to becoming a queen has opened the door for her, and Mr. Gu has placed his sincere hopes in his heart.

In terms of emotions and reasons, this is a rare opportunity that she must not miss!

This will make me famous!

“Let Mr. Gu’s face shine! Create a sales miracle for gold!”

Shen Miaomiao spoke with great conviction and impassionedness.

And Gu Sheng's eyes were as if he were looking at a psychopath, and the corners of his eyes twitched:

…Okay, okay, I wish you success, ha.”

Success is the only thing that matters!

The next day! It’s almost time to get off work!

As the good news came back from Moritani that everything had been arranged, Gu Sheng also looked at the first rebate receipt he had successfully created and was overjoyed—

【Project: New Year's Eve Concert Digital Single】

【Project investment amount: 7.86 million yuan】

【Project settlement time: 7 days】

【Project rebate rate: 10 times】

【Estimated rebate amount: 78.6 million yuan】

【Remaining settlement time: waiting to be opened】

God help me!

Seven days!

7.86 million sales!

Not to mention the commission from the music platform, just counting the turnover alone, based on the average price of a digital single album of 3 yuan/piece, this album would need to sell more than 2.6 million copies in just seven days to barely achieve a return. Book!

joke! To put it bluntly, little Nezha is a little-known little guy!

Even Cheng Heshu, who already has a certain reputation and fan base in the entertainment industry, cannot guarantee that his mini digital album will achieve this level of results!

This wave of losses is a sure thing!

Thinking about it!

Gu Sheng stood up while humming a little tune and prepared to go home from get off work.

However.

At this time.

ˆTuk tuk tuk—

Suddenly, someone knocked on the office door from outside.

Gu Sheng was slightly stunned.

Moritani had just finished reporting to him. He had just stepped out, why did he turn back?

"Enter,"

Gu Sheng responded casually:

“What’s wrong, Moritani-san, did you forget something…”

Click.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sneaky little Nezha who poked his head in as the office door opened.

A pair of big eyes on the small round face are shining like stars, and they are shining with a cunning and cautious light at this moment, like a little fox that accidentally broke into a forbidden place.

"Hey...Mr. Gu, are you leaving?"

Shen Miaomiao asked carefully when she saw Gu Sheng was half wearing a windbreaker and stuck out her tongue.

“I’ll get off work at that time,”

Gu Sheng slowly put on his sleeves and frowned slightly:

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Are you in a hurry?” Shen Miaomiao bared her teeth with a bit of embarrassment: “If you’re not in a hurry...can you help me wear a rap?”

Gu Sheng:?

Ask your boss to wear Rap for you?

He seemed to know that his request was a bit abrupt, so he saw Xiao Nezha rubbing his hands and saying:

“I just came here, and I don’t know anyone else. I only know you, the boss. I heard that you also studied acting, so I just wanted to... uh... help you?"

Sound table form table, four basic courses of performing arts, in which the full name of "sheng" is vocal music.

So in theory, as long as an actor has a professional background, his vocal performance will not be too bad, at least it should be better than that of ordinary people who have not received systematic training.

Seeing Gu Sheng's confused face, Shen Miaomiao also pouted her little mouth, put on a pitiful expression, held her little hands up and bowed repeatedly:

“Just a short while, five minutes, it’s very simple, okay?”

Gu Sheng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Bold, reckless, abrupt, stupid.

There seemed to be a lot of reprimands that could be applied at this time, but in the end, Gu Sheng just shrugged dumbfounded, took off his half-worn coat, and put it on his hands: "Let's go."

Perhaps I’m curious about the songs that Xiao Nezha has prepared for the evening concert.

By some strange coincidence, Gu Sheng waved his hand and followed Xiao Nezha to the recording studio without much hesitation.

“Thank you, thank you…thank you so much…thank you, boss…”

Moving to help the soldiers obviously made little Nezha very happy. He shook his head all the way, and even walked with a posture that he didn't recognize his relatives.

When he entered the recording studio, he was even more attentive and eager, serving tea and water, and was very happy.

“To show hospitality for nothing is to be either an adulterer or a thief.”

Taking the mineral water from Little Nezha, Gu Sheng looked suspicious:

“You don’t act like the task is simple.”

“Oh, hello, boss~”

Shen Miaomiao unscrewed the bottle cap with a click, clinked glasses with Gu Sheng and said:

"It's really simple. You only have two lines of harmony and three lines of rap, and I do the rest!"

ha?

Hearing this, Gu Sheng couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat!

Hearing Xiao Nezha’s confident words, could it be that—

“You’ve already written the song?!”

Holy shit! Damn it!

Gu Sheng's hand holding the mineral water couldn't help but tremble.

Yesterday morning, you joined the job and this afternoon, you composed the song?

What the **** is this human?

broken! Isn't this little country girl a well-hidden talent?

“Uh… I just wrote it blindly, hehe…”

Shen Miaomiao seemed to know that her speed was a bit shocking. Shen Miaomiao grinned:

“Sudden inspiration...yes, just a sudden inspiration...”

How should I explain it to you?

Shen Miaomiao secretly stuck her tongue out in her heart.

As a time traveler, I didn’t compose lyrics and music live in front of you yesterday, so I was very restrained.

After all...I didn't write any of this stuff.

The singles provided by the system, not to mention the lyrics and music, even the arrangements were made clearly for me.

I am just a porter, there is no technical difficulty.

Said.

Shen Miaomiao took out a piece of handwritten music score that Gogo had revised and handed it to Gu Sheng.

There are no lyrics for the main chorus on the score, and there is no arrangement mark. There are only very simple simplified scores, and the Rap part that he needs to intersperse.

Putting the score on the table of the mixing console, Shen Miaomiao pointed at a short section of the chorus score and said:

“After I finish singing this short section, it will be your rap part, and then there will be a small loop, and then you will do another line, and your words will be over for this part.”

“Just…this…?”

Looking at his meager two lines on the score, Gu Sheng's eyebrows almost knitted together.

You call this Rap?

Two sentences?

Six words?

There is no need to look for me?

The security guard at the gate of the building can put it on for you when he comes!

“Well, there’s a little bit more at the back, that one is a little longer,”

Seeing Gu Sheng's expression of a bored dog, Shen Miaomiao quickly explained:

“But we’ll record that later. Let’s try the rhythm of this part first.”

Speaking!

Shen Miaomiao stretched out her little hand and pointed at the short paragraph before Rap with the slender green-white pink jade:

“La la swish la dole mi dole mi, mi la la swoosh come dole mi—”

Pulse the long note!

Shen Miaomiao raised her little hand and pointed at Gu Sheng.

 Gu Sheng understood the idea and looked at the lyrics. He looked aggrieved and unbelievable, full of doubts and bewilderment, and spoke with difficulty, full of hesitation:

“Stay…stay…?”

"Why-"

Shen Miaomiao waved her hands and shook her head:

"That's not the case. The feelings are not right. You need to be firmer and more forceful to have a short rest. In this case, you can say something!"

“Huh? Ah...oh...”

 Gu Sheng felt like a normal person who had rashly entered a mental hospital, trying hard to keep in sync with the little Nezha who was suffering from some kind of mental illness:

“La...Lala swoosh, doleimee, doleimee, milala, swoosh, doleimei—?”

Muttering a long note, Gu Sheng looked at Xiao Nezha.

At this moment, little Nezha was seen clenching his hands into fists, lowering his voice, his anger sinking into his Dantian, and his voice echoed through Changhong:

“Stay! Get off! Come!”

Grass! !

Gu Sheng even wanted to tear up the music score for a moment!

What kind of **** is this?

Looks like I was worrying too much before!

The song that was written in a day and a half is indeed the best among the bumpkins, the weirdest among the weird!

What kind of **** is this?

Leave a hammer behind!

!

(End of this chapter)

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