Chapter 22

"Dad, do you miss me?" Xuanxuan's voice reached Han Mo's ears through the radio wave.

Han Mo couldn't help recalling the corners of his mouth, "of course."

In fact, Xuanxuan didn't have anything to do because she didn't see her father at night and missed her father very much. As a head teacher, Ding Rou didn't know until she saw the child's abnormal inquiry, so she lent the phone to the child and asked her to call her father.

Father and daughter chatted for a while, then reluctantly hung up the phone.

Han Mo replied that there was no retreat smile on the studio's face. He didn't explain much. He just said sorry and went back to the studio.

Jin Mei turns a blind eye in her heart and looks at Han Mo coldly. At first, she can pretend to be peaceful. Now Jin Mei completely removes her disguise and waits for Han Mo to make a fool of herself. She doesn't hide her dissatisfaction with Han Mo at all.

On the surface, Wang Qian is a happy, heartless little girl. In fact, her mind is very delicate. She can see that Han Mo's gentle and smiling expression seems to aftertaste the content of the phone conversation just now. When she entered the studio, all her expressions were taken away, leaving only polite indifference.

Standing in front of Mai again, Korean, Mexican and Korean recorders compared a gesture. They had not cooperated before, but the body language was interlinked everywhere. With one or two simple gestures, there was no obstacle to communication.

"Baby, baby, I'm your big tree. I'll watch the sunrise with you all my life... This is the first time when you're your father. Our mood is a little complicated... Baby, with a wave of time, you are always precious..."

Han Mo sang passionately. The recorder and staff listened carefully to find the defects in the singing. If they were dissatisfied, they would immediately stop and re record. They were all very professional. Even minor deficiencies would be heard immediately. They looked at the computer screen, listened to the sound transmitted by Han Mo's microphone, and kept the mouth shape of their lips, But I know the word didn't come out at the last minute.

"Lala... Lala... Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle..."

After the last sound, the tuner made a gesture and Han Mo took off the headset.

Jin Mei couldn't believe it was over. She was still immersed in Han Mo's singing. The purpose of the team she brought was to find out the shortcomings of Han Mo's singing and replace him. Just now Jin Mei was only listening to the song and forgot to find mistakes. She swept the five people behind her with an ordered eye.

After receiving the signal, the five people remembered their task. They only listened to such a beautiful song. They didn't have time to find fault. Several people were a little embarrassed. You look at me and I look at you. They all hoped that others except themselves could say something insightful. As a result, no one spoke. They avoided Jin Mei's eyes and pretended not to understand.

His men are unreliable. Jin Mei glared at the five people behind her, got up and walked to the recorders, "play what Han Mo sang just now again, and I'll listen to if there are any defects."

The tuners paused when they heard Jin Mei's words and frowned. They were professional. If they didn't stop just now, there must be absolutely no problem. Jin Mei's attitude now is obviously that she doesn't believe the results of their recording. Although she was unhappy, she didn't say much. Jin Mei let them go, so they let them go.

Han Mo just thought of it. He saw Jin Mei's violent past in the glass window. He couldn't hear it in there, but he could feel that she was picking on problems. Han Mo simply stood where she was and didn't go out. He waited for it to be recorded again at any time.

Wang Qian doesn't care whether Jin Mei wants to find fault or not. At the moment, she stands in the recording room like a little fan and looks at Han Mo's every move through the glass. TV stations often go in and out of all kinds of stars, including popular Xiaosheng and fresh meat. Let alone infatuation, Wang Qian has no desire to take a group photo, but she just likes to listen to Han Mo sing.

Han Mo's song was played again. Jin Mei was cold in her heart. She didn't believe there was nothing wrong. Even if a professional singer didn't record the song three or five times, she couldn't think of it, let alone an amateur.

The recorder was very satisfied with Han Mo's voice and was confident in her profession. Wang Qian listened to the song again with a feeling of enjoyment, while Jin Mei and her men were completely different. They listened with their ears up for fear of missing a word. They had to sing again as long as there was something bad.

Jin Mei didn't believe in evil. She played it again and again until she heard the last note stop. She didn't find any defects.

"Play it again." Jin Mei said in a tough tone.

At this time, Han Mo had come out of the studio and stood behind several people. The recorder gave him a thumbs up and mixed in the circle for so long. Han Mo's voice was the cleanest and most infectious they met. They could circle and point whether they were familiar with the song or the sound quality, but Wunai played it again for Jin Mei.

At the end of this time, Jin Mei was already a little impatient. The cold knife's eyes swept at the people she brought. Several people were so depressed that they didn't even dare to breathe. It's no use saying it. We really can't find anything wrong.

Wang Qian knew that Jin Mei would not gain anything even if she cycled the song to the evening. She said proudly, "president Jin, can we sign a contract? The style of Happy Valley is to put time first. We have something to do this afternoon. Otherwise, we'll sign the contract and be busy. "

Jin Mei is unwilling to admit defeat, but she can't refuse. She has listened to the song three times. There's no problem at all. Jin Mei can't distort the facts any more. "Mr. Han, you sing well. Let's sign a contract. We'll put the song on the market as soon as possible."

Han Mo doesn't care when they put it on the market. Just get the money.

Although Jin Mei doesn't like Han Mo, she is still a resolute person in her bones. She can't change things and doesn't want to waste time. After signing the contract, she blacked her face and stepped on hate Tiangao. She took several of her subordinates out of the studio. She was in a bad mood and didn't even want to talk. Coincidentally, no one else wanted to talk to her.

After the happy valley people left, the atmosphere in the studio became harmonious. The sound recorders were all engaged in music. They had seen all kinds of singers in the shed for a long time. Some could not be regarded as singers, so they didn't have a word in tune. But in their words, as long as you can read it, your friends can make you a song. It takes only a long time. They naturally like Han Mo's one-off, Save time and effort, everyone is happy.

He chatted casually with the studio's recorder. Unknowingly, at noon, Ding Dong's mobile phone rang. Han Mo glanced at the screen. It seemed that it was a video with explosive hits. There were too many news pushed every day. He didn't care much, so he put his mobile phone back in his pants pocket.

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In a rental house in the suburb of Beidu, Zhang Xiang was lying on the bed with his mouth dripping on the pillow.

Jingling, a burst of rapid mobile phone ringing, woke up Zhang Xiang, who was dreaming of becoming a net star. He frowned and didn't open his eyes. He felt on the bedside table for a while before he met the mobile phone. He slid the screen and lazily squeezed out a word, "hello..."

At the moment of connection, the other end of the phone shouted, "Hey, what? Hey, the dead fat man is still sleeping. You didn't surf the Internet."

Zhang Xiang is still half asleep and half awake. He is annoyed by such a quarrel among his best friends. "What net? I want to sleep."

"Sleep, you big head ghost. Look at the video you sent yesterday. It's exploding, exploding."

Just woke up a little dull, Zhang Xiang still closed his eyes, "what exploded."

"Fuck you! Click, shit, get online. " The best friend scolded and hung up.

Click? Zhang Xiang slowly sat up from his bed, turned on the computer and logged in to his account for uploading videos.

For a long time, the page where he left a message and hopped was filled with comments. He stared round and slowly moved his eyes to the position where the number of hits was displayed. The number of hits was changing at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

He couldn't believe his eyes. He rubbed his bleary eyes, swallowed saliva, closed his eyes, stared hard again, was stunned, took a breath of air conditioning, "pa", and the mobile phone he hadn't had time to put down fell to the ground.