"Okay, that's it. You go back to school first, study hard, and come to work at my uncle after graduation." Xie Haoran said kindly, and then said to himself: "Oh, it seems that you have to find someone who sings well as soon as possible to come back."

"ah!"

A good singing person?

Hearing my father's words, Xiao Ming suddenly screamed! He jumped up excitedly, scaring Xie Haoran to have a heart attack!

"Boy, you were shocked. Do you want to receive the inheritance in advance?"

"No, I want to ask, Dad, how did you know?

"How do you know what?"

"No, I thought of what he could do, and then it was absolutely first-class!"

"Hey hey, do you think singing is a joke?" At this time, Xie Haoran slapped the table heavily, and he really couldn't bear to see these young people going crazy.

Xiao Ming readily pushed away his father's chair, quickly entered the URL of Youyou.com on the computer, took a look, and saw the popular video on the website, and quickly clicked on it.

"How is this? This is what Wang Chen reorganized, is it okay?"

A sound that was not loud suddenly came from the air: While you don’t need to think over and over again, while you don’t know why you sigh, while you haven’t learned to pretend to prove yourself, you are what you think

...

Xie Haoran blinked and glanced at his son like a fool: "Son, you are not under too much pressure to study. What disease do you have? Don't scare your father!"

Xiao Ming curled his lips, what is the situation? Why do you feel like you can’t understand at all?

"What!"

"If you are not stupid, why did you suddenly start this song to me?"

"Dad! That was reorganized by Wang Chen!"

"What!"

Xie Haoran stood up with a clang, walked to Xiao Ming in three steps, touched his forehead, and then touched his forehead. He said to himself: "It's not hot."

Even though Xiao Ming's skin was as thick as a city wall, it could not stop his cute father. His little face turned red, he pushed his hand away, and said seriously: "I'm not sick!"

"Tsk! Why are you talking nonsense when you are not sick?" As if he felt that he had expressed his feelings wrong, he pushed Xiao Ming away and said angrily.

"Uncle, that was really sung by Wang Chen." Zhao Xiaohei couldn't stand it anymore.

"Yes, Wang Chen performed during the freshman party, and then he performed on Ye Zi's tour," Ma Shangfei also said with certainty.

"What!"

Xie Haoran was excited again and took two steps three times at a time, but this time he walked to Wang Chen.

His big hand tightly held Wang Chen's shoulders and shook it: "Didn't you unite and lie to me?"

Wang Chen, who was a little dizzy by dad Xie, said weakly: "No, that's really what I reorganized."

At this time, he touched his forehead again and said to himself: "Don't you have a fever? Why do I think what happened today is so mysterious?"

Xiao Ming sat directly in his father's original position and turned around gently: "Dad, is it time to take medicine?"

"Get out!"

"Otherwise, why are your expressions so weird?"

"You really don't know?"

“Do we know what?”

"Youtu.com videos were very popular some time ago."

"We know. Wang Chen's song." Xiao Ming felt that this confused father was a little frustrated.

"In the circle, this song has spread and you know? Many big-name companies want to find a re-arranged author. The popularity of this video has even surpassed the idol male voices that have been making a fuss recently!"

No? It's even more popular than idol male voices?

This shocked Xiao Ming and his classmates. They knew that this song was very popular, but they didn't know that this video would become so popular.

Idol boys, that's why Orange Station has held seven national talent show singing competitions, making many singers famous.

Nowadays, most of the popular pop singers in the domestic music scene come from idol singing, such as Chunchun, Zhou Bibi, and boys like Fang Yi, Li Dongjian, etc., are all masters who often occupy major rankings in the music scene.

Every year, the idol singing competition starts, and even some famous second- and third-rate singers sign up to participate. You can imagine how popular the idol singing is.

Could it be that the idol’s singing has been too many times and the aesthetics are tired?

Except for Wang Chen, Xiao Ming and others all looked at each other, probably like that.

Xie Haoran seemed to see his son's puzzled gaze. He shook his head: "It's not that way. The key is that the song has a unique voice and excellent reorganization. It grasps the heartstrings of most people and resonates with many people. This is the unique charm of music, which directly points to people's hearts."

"This excellent arrangement is definitely at the level of posting!"

Slap sex-

Xiao Ming and his classmates were excited and applauded. Although they knew that Wang Chen’s two songs were great, they realized that this time they were so awesome.

Just a vague video, I surpassed the idol singing online, and it was still the best to post movies, grandma! That's music, not an island country romance action movie!

"Dad, then our company will give an album? Taking advantage of this popularity, it will definitely be a big shot!" Xiao Ming slapped the table excitedly: "By the way, can you solve the company's problems? Didn't you want this singer just now? Wang Chen is totally OK! Then we sing to you, and you lend us the shooting team of the company to us for use?"

Zhou Quan looked at Wang Chen resentfully, thinking that this guy could be a guest at the goddess' concert, so envious!

Zhao Xiaohei and Ma Shangfei listened to the fat man's words. Is this guy planning to fool his father and ask Wang Chen to help him sing? If so, with this guy's singing skills, maybe he can really become famous. Should we take advantage of this guy's not becoming famous and cheat a few more autographs, and then put away all the things he used. If he is popular, haha! It's that simple to get rich by auctioning online!

Zhao Xiaohei and Ma Shangfei in yy had rippling expressions on their faces.

Xie Haoran looked at his son like a fool, thinking why this guy is not enlightened? I don’t know who sang it. I’m going to make a yarn album!

"Go and go. Don't make trouble here if you have nothing to do. Go back to school quickly to avoid disturbing my work."

"This is not even a fly, why are you busy with? I've given the introduction, but you don't believe it! Otherwise, you can lend me the shooting team!" Xiao Ming said without any politeness.

"I'm just a blunder! Go back to school quickly! Also, don't say anything about singing. So fake, do you think you will believe it?" Xie Haoran kicked his son, don't look at him being fat, his movements are so flexible.

Hearing his father's words, Xiao Ming scratched his hair a few times and said seriously: "Dad! All I said is true!"

"What's the fact?"

"Wang Chen! He sang that song he just sang!"

At this time, Wang Chen, who was sitting on the table next to him, was writing something, put down the pen in his hand, and then handed the written music score to Xie Haoran.

Xie Haoran took the music score handed over by Wang Chen in confusion, took a look, frowned, and looked up from time to time.

Xiao Ming and his classmates were not angry, and An Jing was waiting anxiously. Looking at Xie Haotian's brows and frowned from time to time, the few of them were even more nervous than Wang Chen himself!

Why?

Because if Wang Chen could become famous, then he would be a big star. The big star bought them breakfast, saw the big star's **, and lived with big stars... Thinking about it makes them excited!

Grievance or something, that’s the burning years!

"Is this what you just wrote?" Xie Haoran looked at the song score in his hand, rubbed his fingers, and was reluctant to let go.

"Yes, uncle."

bump--

It seemed that Xiao Ming and his son both had the habit of slapping the table. Xie Haoran slapped heavily on the table and said loudly: "Okay! This word is so beautiful!"

Hearing this, several people staggered for a moment, and Xiao Ming scratched his head: "Dad! Serious!"

Xie Haoran picked up Xiao Ming, who was sitting in his seat, sorted out his clothes: "I can't understand! But this song seems to be well written, is it really your hand?"

The last sentence said to Wang Chen.

"Yes!" Wang Chen nodded.

"Old Zhang, come in quickly, it's a big deal!"

Suddenly, Xie Haoran raised his neck and tugged loudly at the office door, and the decibels made his eardrums buzz.

Xumi, with a clang in the office, Zhang Youshan, who was still touching a card in his hand, ran in and said breathlessly: "What's going on?"

"Give!"

He directly handed him the song score in his hand.

Zhang Youshan held mahjong in one hand, pushed his glasses, and took it with confusion.

Xiao Ming carefully observed his hands, but saw that Mr. Zhang's hand was shaking more and more. He felt very excited. His face flushed and his vague symptoms of high blood pressure increased, which made Xiao Ming feel very nervous.

"Whose song is this song?" As the lyricist and music editor of Xingying, although he is not a famous master, it is impossible to distinguish the quality of the song.

Several people pointed at Wang Chen at the same time.

"You wrote it?"

"Yes!"

He threw the mahjong in his hand and said excitedly: "What a song! The melody of this song is catchy, and it is definitely a song that can be sung very well!"

"How about the poster?" Xie Haoran was a little nervous at this time.

Zhang Laofei gave him a hygiene ball: "This is definitely the standard of delivering a tablet!"
To be continued...