Chapter 45

This cantata is very short, less than half a minute.

Sheng Jingrui has listened to it several times on his way to the meeting. He has listened to it again, but he still has more meaning.

Seeing that Sheng Jingheng was still indifferent, he couldn't help sighing: "brother, you're only 24 years old. Don't be like thirty-four. Smile more."

Sheng Jingrui is twenty-nine years old, five years older than Sheng Jingheng.

But when it comes to mentality, Sheng Jingrui realizes that he may be the one five years younger.

Sheng Jingheng looked up at him, then took the mobile phone in his hand, and the video was fixed on the shallow smile of South Vietnam.

True and false voice conversion, she is already proficient, not inferior to any old singer.

The timbre also changes slightly, like a wider voice, which can be suppressed in any situation.

Even this song is not a song that young singers dare to try casually.

This is definitely not a student that can be taught by an unsophisticated art school in a third tier small city.

In South Vietnam a week ago, it was absolutely impossible.

"Isn't she nice?" Sheng Jingrui didn't know what he thought, but sighed, "it's a pity to participate in this draft, otherwise I must sign her alone and hold her well. Maybe my future achievements will be no less than you!"

In Sheng Jingrui's view, according to the qualification of South Vietnam, there must be no problem in the semi-finals and finals, and maybe he will make his debut in C.

Women's groups are still a little different from single people. They should cooperate with the team. Resources and remuneration are shared equally by the team.

Considering the strength of teammates, the song can't be too difficult to show their real strength.

Either stay alone or switch directly to film and television, but these two options are delaying the development of South Vietnam.

But "idol new era" is a draft run by Sheng Jingrui. In order to avoid being known at home, it also heads the shell of a small company.

Snowball video there, only high-level know one or two.

After all, in Chinese entertainment circles, men's and women's groups are still not the mainstream.

In some combinations a few years ago, the fire could continue at any rate. Those without fire were like a flash in the pan and soon disappeared.

Up to now, most of those combinations of fire have not combined to make songs again. They are all busy.

Most fans are not affectionate after all. They love one of them. The others are left out and have uneven resources. They always have to be dissolved.

Sheng Jingrui plans to be busy for a while. The traffic comes and goes quickly. One wave can't be changed. It doesn't cost money anyway.

In short, it's fast food packaging. It's good-looking and average inside, but it can't stand it. Young children like it.

Sheng Jingheng handed back his mobile phone: "without this draft, you wouldn't see her."

"Yes," Sheng Jingrui sighed again, "fortune makes people! But fortunately, it's just a delay of a few years. As long as she still has such aura, she won't worry about being red. "

Sheng Jingheng didn't answer. He just looked at the time and got up: "I'm going out."

The implication is that if you have something else to say, you can go if you have nothing to do.

Sheng Jingrui naturally won't delay his business. He also stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "talk about the script. See you in the evening."

With that, he walked out of the studio happily and hummed a tune.

It seems to have imagined how much benefit South Vietnam can bring to itself after it becomes popular.

Sheng Jingheng changed his clothes and went downstairs. He went out and got on the bus with Wei Jun.

"Is it rehearsal today?"

"Huh?" Wei Jun was stunned and then replied, "yes, from the morning, each group has an hour and a half of rehearsal time. Shall I ask the order over there? "