Chapter 191

The next day, early.

In a single rent apartment of a civilian apartment, Lin Xiaowei had just finished breakfast and was preparing to start today's live broadcast. Suddenly, a strange phone call came in.

"Hello? Hello, is this Mr. Lin Xiaowei?"

Lin Xiaowei has some doubts. His children from the countryside are unaccompanied. In Jiangbei City, they basically don't know anyone except a few college roommates. How can anyone call themselves now.

Lin Feihang said, "it's me. Who's calling, please?"

It's not selling insurance for yourself.

Now the insurance promotion is really powerful. You can get the phone number, life and your home address.

The person on the other end of the phone smiled and heard Lin Xiaowei's tone with alert. He hurriedly said, "Hello, Mr. Lin, you don't have to be nervous. Introduce yourself. I'm the production manager of Mengdie Music Media Co., Ltd. my name is Qian Xiangdi."

Mengdie Music Media Co., Ltd?

After hearing the name, Lin Xiaowei was stunned for a moment.

Isn't this the most famous music and entertainment company under Lin's group?

This is also one of the largest entertainment companies in China.

When Lin Xiaowei came out looking for a job, he always wanted to apply for one of the companies with his own songs.

Unfortunately, in the end, I had no contacts, nothing, or even the door.

And the Qian Xiangdi. How can I be so familiar with the name?

Is this the most famous gold producer of Mengdie music Co., Ltd?

Several famous singers of Mengdie music Co., Ltd. are popular all over the network because of his lyrics and songs. As long as Qian Xiangdi makes an album, it will be almost ten minutes, and all the records will be sold out.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaowei was excited for a moment.

Because Qian Xiangdi's vision has always been very original. Now at least one-third of the big music stars in the entertainment industry are excavated by him.

Lin Xiaowei restrained his excitement, took a deep breath, then pretended to be calm and respectfully asked, "Hello, Mr. Qian, what can I do for you?"

Qian Xiangdi said straight to the point: "well, I recently wrote a new song, but I haven't written a word yet. Then I saw Mr. Lin accidentally on the Internet these days. I found that Mr. Lin has great creative talent, and even said that your composing skills are better than me."

"So I just want to ask Mr. Lin, do you have any ideas in this regard and create this song with me, and I have no right to give it to you as your debut main song, but we Mengdie Music Media Co., Ltd. are fully responsible for your album."

"Yeah, dead!"

After hearing Qian Xiangdi's words, Lin Xiaowei couldn't live in Annai for a moment.

Lin Xiaowei was so excited that he clenched his fist and hit down hard to cheer himself up.

After finishing this series of actions, he suddenly realized that he couldn't help it. I lost my temper.

At that moment, Lin Xiaowei had to cover his mouth and put down his mobile phone. He rushed into the toilet and began to laugh wildly.

Lin Xiaowei never thought that Qian Xiangdi, a gold medal producer and manager of Mengdie Music Media Co., Ltd., would call himself in person.

And he still has to write songs with himself and make an album for himself. This is something he didn't dare to think about before!

Lin Xiaowei quickly turned on the tap and let the cold water beat on his face, so that he calmed down as soon as possible.

Lin Xiaowei raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. A smile suddenly hung on his face.

Is your dream finally coming true?

God, have you finally opened your eyes?

Sure enough, gold always shines.

I must be smoking on my ancestral grave!

Lin Xiaowei is very confident. With his golden finger strength, after his debut, it must be the rhythm of the fire!

Lao Lin's ancestors have been farmers for three generations!

I must go home, build an old house and incense my ancestors!

Lin Feihang was immersed in his joy for a time.

At this time, Qian Xiangdi on the other side is patiently waiting for Lin Xiaowei's reply.

This time, I waited for two minutes, but Lin Xiaowei at the other end of the phone still didn't reply.

Qian Xiangdi held the phone in his hand and sighed helplessly.

This Lin Xiaowei is really too much.

I was able to wait for leadership for so long when I was not famous at that time.

Who is he, Lin Xiaowei?

Do you really think you're a leader and a big star?

It's like this before the fire. If you don't play big cards after the fire?

If Qian Xiangdi had changed to normal, he would have hung up the phone. He doesn't have time to waste here.

Of course, few people dare to let him wait like this, nor do big stars.

However, people have to bow their heads under the eaves!

Life has hit him hard, but he still needs to smile.

This is the first time in his life that he did something against his will.

Fortunately, he has also seen some of Lin Xiaowei's live broadcast. Although it's about QEQE and the language is vulgar, it's good that it's very brainwashed in terms of rhythm.

Although it's not a serious college graduation, it should also be some talent.

When Qian Xiangdi thought this, he was relieved a little.

Now he just hopes that Lin Xiaowei will not let himself down too much and will not let him ruin the reputation he has accumulated for most of his life.

After waiting a long time. Lin Xiaowei finally calmed his heart. He came out of the toilet, picked up the phone and said with an apologetic face: "sorry, I was in a hurry just now. I'm really sorry to keep you waiting."

Urgent?

I think you are in a hurry, frequent urination and can't urinate all the time.

Are you going to pee in the Pacific?

In fact, Lin Xiaowei didn't want to be like this, but he was so excited that he couldn't help it.

This is just a big pie. It hits your head and makes you dizzy in an instant.

Qian Xiangdi didn't believe that Lin Xiaowei was in a hurry, but looked at his watch and said as soon as possible, "it's all right. What's the matter with you, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Xiaowei whispered, "I really want to try, but I still need time to think about it. After all, I still have my live broadcast and my fans here. If I stop broadcasting, I think they will be sad."

Dress, dress!

It's fucking fake.

Money is itching to the root of the flute's hate.

How many people are there in your studio? Don't you count?