"Go ahead." Meng Fu raised her hand towards him.

President Yan had given Meng Fu the process before. Meng Fu knew that she would just follow Teacher Albert to grade the other students and give Albert a reference.

But Meng Fu also had her own thoughts, and she would just follow Albert later.

The phone in my pocket rang.

Meng Fu took it out and saw that it was Tang Ze.

While she was looking for the restroom, she put on her headphones and answered the phone: "Hello, Teacher Tang?"

The person on the other end of the phone was Tang Ze, who hadn't contacted Meng Fu for a long time.

"My agent just told me that you want me to go back to City T?" Compared to before, Tang Ze's voice is now softer and no longer sounds hoarse.

"Well, I want you to help sing a theme song," Meng Fu said casually as she walked out.

Director Xu’s audition location is not particularly far from City T.

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...

"Theme song?" Tang Ze nodded, naturally not refusing, "It just so happens that I wanted to treat you to a meal."

"Besides, I'll send you the specific address later, tomorrow." Meng Fu said a few words to Tang Ze and hung up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Tang Ze was in a lounge. After hanging up the phone, before he could say anything to his agent, someone pushed the door open.

A middle-aged man came in. He looked at Tang Ze and handed him a manuscript with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, our director Chen said that your song is not suitable for our TV series."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Tang Ze's agent looked up at the middle-aged man.

The TV series that the middle-aged man was talking about was the latest big IP "Deep Palace Legend". Because the theme song had not yet been determined, Tang Ze's agent found this line.

Not to mention anything else, in the entire entertainment industry, Tang Ze's agent thinks that Tang Ze's creative ability ranks second, and no one in the same era dares to rank first.

Tang Ze wrote this song after reading the general plot of the drama "Deep Palace Legend".

They said that it was not suitable for the TV series, but Tang Ze's agent actually knew the situation.

For the past two months, Tang Ze has been following the instructions Meng Fu wrote in the box and has not been active in any activities, focusing on protecting his voice. There have been no announcements and no popularity.

After two months, the agent was surprised that Tang Ze's voice had improved a lot, so he found him a job.

However, Tang Ze's agent is no longer surprised by such things in the circle.

"Let's work together again if there is a chance." Tang Ze was not unhappy at all. He stood up and shook hands with the middle-aged man, still gentle and polite.

Tang Ze was even happy when he thought about inviting Meng Fu to dinner tomorrow and helping her sing a theme song.

In the past two months, his voice has almost returned to its peak, and he has also signed with Shengshi. Manager Sheng has been very caring towards him and helped him arrange a top-notch recording studio.

Tang Ze had done nothing in the past two months, so he naturally felt guilty.

Now that Meng Fu asked him for help, Tang Ze couldn't wait to help sing the theme song.

As for the theme song of "Deep Palace Legend", although it is a very popular TV series, it seems unimportant compared to the help Meng Fu mentioned.

He left with his agent. Behind him, the middle-aged man looked at Tang Ze's back and sighed slightly.

Then he went back to the next room and looked at Director Chen who was monitoring the progress of the TV series. "Director Chen, that song is much better than the one that Teacher Xi sent last night. Why don't you use Tang Ze's?"

"Although Tang Ze's is better," Director Chen looked up, glanced at the middle-aged man, and shook his head, "but this is an IP drama, we need more than just good results. Which of the two trending searches, [Xi Nancheng] and [Tang Ze], do you think will be more popular?"

After hearing what Director Chen said, the middle-aged man still frowned.

"What about adding the two words 'Director Xu'?" Director Chen said slowly.

The middle-aged man then looked up, shocked: "Director Xu?"

"That's right. According to Xi Nancheng's agent, he will probably sing the theme song for Director Xu's movie," Director Chen smiled. "We can take this opportunity to get on Director Xu's hot search."

"No wonder." After hearing what Director Chen said, the middle-aged man's brows relaxed.

I finally understand why Director Chen chose Xi Nancheng.

At the same time, the Beijing Painting Association Youth Competition Exhibition Hall.

When Jiang Xinran arrived, almost everyone was already there. There were two staff members at the door. After checking Jiang Xinran's identity, they handed her a medal and said, "This is the student medal of the Beijing Painting Association."

Jiang Xinran took it and looked at it carefully. There was a "d" written in black on a red background.

She still remembered the look Yu Yong gave her when she got the D-level student card a few days ago, as well as the attitude of the Tong and Luo families towards her.

The students of the Beijing Painting Association have proved that this is the goal that countless people pursue throughout their lives.

Jiang Xinran’s goal was very simple. First, he wanted to avoid being rejected by the Beijing Painting Association. Second, he wanted to work hard to expand his network and find a teacher here.

The A-level teacher of the Beijing Painting Association is better than even the Lord of T City.

Jiang Xinran pinned the medal on his chest, then straightened his chest and walked straight in with his painting.

There were already staff waiting in the exhibition hall. He counted the number of people and when all the students were there, he spoke: "I believe everyone knows that there will be an A-level teacher and an S-level student coming here later. Now, please put your paintings on the booth. If one of your paintings is favored by a teacher or an S-level student, then you will have the opportunity to be recommended to a C-level teacher or a B-level teacher."

"Now everyone find their own booth."

As soon as he finished speaking, the nine new students on the scene started discussing with each other with red faces.

Jiang Xinran had already taken a fancy to the third booth on the left, which would not stand out too much, nor be forgotten, so she put her paintings there.

Among the nine new members this time, there are only two girls, one is Jiang Xinran, and the other is Ding Xuan who lives next door to Jiang Xinran.

During their conversation, Jiang Xinran also learned that she was the third place winner this time and a native of Beijing.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom?" Ding Xuan invited Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran naturally would not refuse.

As they washed their hands in the sink, Ding Xuan said to Jiang Xinran, "I heard that the teacher coming this time is Mr. Albert."

There was undisguised excitement in his tone.

Jiang Xinran only knew about the situation in the T City Painting Association and was not clear about the situation in the capital.

She had no idea who Albert was.

In the past two days, the only person she had seen was a B-level teacher, and she only saw him from a distance.

Hearing this, she took two pieces of paper to wipe her hands and asked calmly, "Teacher Albert?"

"In the entire Painting Association, he is the teacher second only to the three leaders. He has a special booth in the Federation. To some extent, our entry into the Beijing Painting Association is just a starting point." Ding Xuan lowered her voice, "He may succeed the three leaders. Those in the Painting Association who want to be his disciples can line up at the gate, but he has a bad temper..."

Both of them had D-level badges on their chests. As soon as they turned the corner, they saw the thin figure wearing headphones in front of them.

Seeing the other person, Jiang Xinran paused. She closed her eyes and looked over again, somewhat unbelieving: "Why are you here?"

This is inside the Painting Association.

The other party was Meng Fu.

Meng Fu was still on the phone. She glanced at Jiang Xinran, didn't reply, and continued to talk on the phone.

Beside Jiang Xinran, Ding Xuan followed her out. She looked away and asked Jiang Xinran curiously, "Who is this? She looks familiar to me, but there's no badge on her chest. She shouldn't be a new student, right?"

"Of course not," Jiang Xinran shook her head, feeling a little irritated, but her voice remained gentle. "She never learned to paint since she was a child. My teacher didn't even want her. She dropped out of school at 16 to become a star. How could she be a member of the Painting Association? She might be here to record the show."

Mr. Jiang had watched TV at the Jiang family before, and Jiang Xinran knew that Meng Fu had recorded it at the T City Painting Association.

"Oh, let's go in quickly, Teacher Albert must be here." The two went straight to the exhibition hall.

The exhibition hall was different from before. Several other members gathered together, their faces flushed, looking at a middle-aged foreign man with great excitement.

Ding Xuan was stunned, then grabbed Jiang Xinran's arm: "Teacher Albert, see, that's Teacher Albert!"

Even without Ding Xuan's reminder, Jiang Xinran knew that the teacher who came today was an A-level teacher, not to mention Ding Xuan's reminder, she knew that this A-level teacher was the most powerful among all the teachers.

She took a deep breath and followed Ding Xuan to greet Teacher Albert.

"Teacher Albert!" After the others had greeted him, Ding Xuan and Jiang Xinran, who were standing in line, stepped forward and stood three steps away from Albert. "This is our painting."

Jiang Xinran pinched the sweat on his palms.

"Yeah." Albert glanced at her, his eyes staying on her and her painting for less than a second.

His voice was calm and his expression was dignified.

Jiang Xinran loosened her hand, her expression was indescribable. She had always been a favored child of heaven and had never been ignored like this before.

Before he could think much about it, Albert suddenly raised his head and looked towards the gate.

His indifferent expression softened visibly, and then he walked directly to the gate, as if smiling: "You are finally here, come over quickly."

The students here both respect and fear Albert.

Hearing Albert's gentle words, they subconsciously raised their heads and looked towards the door.

At the door, Meng Fu put the medal on herself and nodded to Albert. Her voice was neither hurried nor slow, and she was quite polite: "Teacher Albert."