Late at night, Lu Yuan leaned against the wall at the company entrance and watched Zheng Jianguo and Zheng Guolong leave quietly.
Both of them had very satisfied expressions, especially old man Zheng Guolong, who looked particularly healthy and vigorous when he walked with his head held high and his chest puffed out. He looked as energetic as if he could live another 500 years. How could he look so pale just now?
Life is like a play, it all depends on your acting skills.
The old man's acting skills have evolved.
Own……
Never mind.
I learned it. I learned it.
Lu Yuan sighed and shook his head. After all, he was still too young and was no match for the old man.
The nights in November are already starting to get cooler.
Lu Yuan wrapped himself up in clothes. For some reason, he felt the coldness had become even worse.
He subconsciously took out the "Honglan" in his pocket to smoke a cigarette, but then he found that his pocket was empty.
I calculated the time and it seemed like I hadn't smoked for two days.
This made Lu Yuan feel a little unbelievable.
Go buy a pack of cigarettes?
He looked at the convenience store in the distance and found that it had already closed.
In the past, when faced with this situation, he would walk two or three kilometers to the supermarket to buy cigarettes, but now he finds that he has lost interest in buying cigarettes.
When I think of cigarettes, I think of the twitching scene in "The Wanderer". When I think of twitching...
Lu Yuan couldn't adapt to it.
He didn't know if it was because he was lazy or what, but he felt that something around him was quietly changing.
It is impossible for a person to remain unchanged. Lu Yuan is very clear about this.
But, after all, I feel very emotional.
There was even an inexplicable feeling that an old friend had left.
Have you really changed?
“And what do I do next?”
"Do you really want to be that so-called lecturer?"
"I haven't even learned all the basic piano theories. What should I talk about on stage? How to quit smoking?"
“…”
"Phew, what a bummer."
Lu Yuan looked up at the moon blankly and found that the moon was unusually bright today, and his shadow in the moonlight was gradually lengthening.
Loneliness is accompanied by a slight sense of desolation.
bitter……
What the hell is this?
Lu Yuan was speechless.
…
"Have you heard?"
"What did you hear? You're asking a bunch of random questions without any clue..."
"The open class schedule for this semester is out. Go take a look...can you find any highlights?"
"Highlights? What highlights?"
"Look!"
"Hmm? The lecturer of the course "Piano and Music Cultivation" has been changed to Lu Manzi? In other words, Lu Manzi... accepted the invitation?"
"Isn't that nonsense? Will he appear on the course schedule if he doesn't accept the invitation?"
"Oh my god, this is quite cool. I really don't know what Lu Manzi will do on the podium."
"Me too, but Professor Zheng is still amazing. Principal Zheng invited him twice but he didn't come. Professor Zheng came right away and got him here."
"Need I say more? Professor Zheng's qualifications are there for all to see. He is one of the best in the whole of China... Who can't stand being polite?"
"Yes, no matter how arrogant Lu Manzi is, he still has to bow his head when he meets Professor Zheng..."
"It suddenly seems a bit interesting, haha!"
"right."
In the morning, when the Yanying class schedule was posted with Lu Yuan's name on it, all the Yanying students were happy.
For some reason, they inexplicably wanted to laugh whenever they thought of Lu Yuan, as if the two words Lu Yuan themselves were humorous. Even if Lu Yuan was standing on the podium doing nothing, the students would still be very happy.
After all, the Lu Ergou emoticon package on the Internet is not exaggerated. They have at least several sets of Lu Yuan’s emoticon packages installed in their computers.
The emoticons combined with Lu Yuan's talented personality...
Ha ha ha ha!
It's just perfect.
While they were happy, they were also very grateful to Professor Zheng Guolong.
Of course, if they knew how Professor Zheng Guolong "invited" Lu Yuan here, they would probably be more grateful.
After all, this...
It’s really not easy!
…
"Long live youth, I would like to toast to you
Long live youth, I am willing to get drunk for you
Long live youth, I'm always with you
Long live youth! Once again, I look back and I am about to wither…”
In the recording studio, Wang Long was recording songs with great passion and passion while holding his guitar.
Lu Yuan stood outside and looked at Wang Long in the glass house, nodding from time to time.
Wang Long's voice has a very strong sense of sadness. The song "Long Live Youth" coupled with Wang Long's voice makes the atmosphere of the entire recording studio a little depressing.
This is not an inspirational song nor is it a mainstream song.
This is a lyrical folk song written by Amin, the original creator of the original world, based on his experiences in the first half of his life.
His experience is very similar to Wang Long's, both of them have a longing pursuit of their dreams.
Wang Long started to cry as he sang. He felt like this song was written by Lu Yuan specifically for him, including the music, the score, the melody...
Everything about this song seeps into his soul.
It struck at his heart, making him feel a little dazed.
"Long Live Youth", so good.
Mr. Lu, that’s great.
After singing this song, Wang Long wiped his eyes and walked out.
He listened to it once and was very satisfied with his singing.
Very ideal.
"Let's record the next one..."
"Mr. Lu, I... I can't sing now..." Wang Long hesitated and gave an embarrassed smile.
"Can't sing?"
"Well, my whole mood is not right now. I can't sing the song "Sailor" in this feeling. It will ruin it and waste your money..." Wang Long looked at Lu Yuan and lowered his head.
"Oh, let's record 'Sailor' next time, but I guess I won't be here next time."
"Mr. Lu, I...I want to record that song in my best condition. I don't want to ruin it." Wang Long hesitated, then looked up at Lu Yuan, his red eyes full of piety.
Yes, it is pious.
He did not regard singing as a commercial means, he regarded it as a belief, something to pursue throughout his life.
Lu Yuan nodded.
Wang Long is indeed a man worthy of respect, and this respect is not because of how hardworking or honest he is...
This is a kind of respect that even Lu Yuan himself cannot describe.
There are very few people who stick to something like Wang Long and never change it.
If Lu Yuan compared himself with Wang Long, he would not be able to compare with him even if he flattered himself.
"Okay! I'm looking forward to it."
"Um..." Wang Long suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"What's wrong?"
"Mr. Lu, when are we going to sign the contract?"
"contract?"
"Yes, although everyone says that I am now a formal employee of the company, I always feel that something is missing without a contract... I don't have that sense of honor, so can I sign the contract now?"
"ah?"
"Mr. Lu, you haven't prepared a contract for me, or you think I'm not qualified to sign a contract now..." Wang Long lowered his head.
Looks very uneasy and nervous.
"How could I not have prepared a contract? Don't worry, I will give you the contract when I return tomorrow."
"Oh, okay! Thank you, Mr. Lu. I will definitely work hard!"
"Well, come on!" Lu Yuan looked away.
In fact, he did not prepare a contract.
He originally wanted to sign a profit-sharing contract with Zhang Tong after his album was released.
But now it looks like Wang Long is about to sign an agency contract?
contract?
Where can I find it?
…
After recording with Wang Long, Lu Yuan went back to the company and checked the artist contracts online.
However, Lu Yuan found the blank contracts on the Internet strange. They looked very unprofessional.
Lu Yuan felt that it would be a shame to sign that kind of contract.
"Ayuan, what are you watching online?"
"Just take a look."
"Oh, there's something I want to talk to you about."
"What?"
"I think, now that our new company is almost done decorating, and the movie is gradually getting on track, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be released during this year's Spring Festival. Should we start to reorganize now?" Fatty Wei sat opposite Lu Yuan and looked at Lu Yuan seriously.
"Reorganize?"
"Yes, you have been busy recently. I have been discussing many things with Lao Li. Lao Li thinks that if our company wants to really start to grow, it is necessary to follow the formal process and sign many contracts. I also think you need to hire an agent. In many cases, it will be better if the agent helps you. Well, there are also some advertising sponsorship contracts. I think we should try to contact them..." Fatty Wei looked at Lu Yuan and very seriously listed all the problems currently faced by the company and the things that need to be dealt with and told Lu Yuan...
Lu Yuan was so confused after hearing this...
In fact, out of all the things Lu Yuan remembered, he only remembered the advertising sponsorship and hiring an agent...
As for Fatty Wei who started to talk about a series of management terms, Lu Yuan felt like he was listening to a foreign language.
"Yeah, I think it's right." Although Lu Yuan could no longer understand what Fatty Wei was saying, he felt it looked very impressive, so he nodded and responded.
"Well, I think we can ask Lao Lu's agent, Sister Xia, to persuade him to bring him here. Sister Xia seems very capable..."
"She?" When Fatty Wei mentioned Xia Hong, Lu Yuan thought of that fat woman who looked a bit tough.
This body type...
I guess he's going to compete with Fatty Wei.
"Yeah, that's right."
"I think your suggestion is good. Let Lao Lu give it a try."
"Okay, by the way, regarding the contracts of several key members of the company, except for Lao Li who is currently under Tianyu's contract and cannot sign, I think everyone else can sign. Um... and me, my director contract and my position in the company... Yes, there is also the issue of position distribution after signing. Our company wants to become bigger and stronger in the future, so responsibilities must be clearly defined, and the division of labor between artists and managers must also be clear. I personally think..."
"Fatty Wei, I'm a little tired. How about we talk about it tomorrow?" Lu Yuan yawned. He wasn't sleepy at first, but after Fatty Wei said that, he felt very sleepy. It was even more hypnotic than listening to math class in elementary school.
"Okay, then let's do it tomorrow... I'll talk to you early tomorrow morning," Fatty Wei nodded and then froze, "No, aren't you going to Shonan to participate in the semi-finals tomorrow morning?"
"No, it was originally the semi-finals, but then I seemed to have drawn a bye when the draw took place, so I don't have to go this time." Lu Yuan shook his head after remembering the phone call this morning.
"Directly into the finals?"
"Yes, it's in."
"Ayuan, I think you need to find yourself an agent first. This is the most important thing."
"call……"
"Ayuan? Ayuan? Don't fall asleep yet, I..."
"Don't argue, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
“…”
Fatty Wei looked at Lu Yuan, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and for some reason he felt a little unreliable.
What does this mean?
This is your company. Why do I have the feeling that you don’t care much about it?
???
Is it my illusion?