The assistant also expressed some concern:
"But now it seems the two have reconciled, and the sound engineer even smiled apologetically!"
Mr. Xu nodded, seemingly accepting the apology. "Oh, it's time to start recording again."
"Let's wait a bit longer. If this situation continues, then we'll just go in!"
Feng Xiaoxia thought for a moment, made a decision, and then said:
"However, it seems that Mr. Xu's singing is really not very good, otherwise there would be no need to record it again and again."
It's also possible that the song was composed by Mr. Xu himself... well, it probably didn't meet the aesthetic standards of the general public.
By the way, Xiao Zhao, you're Mr. Xu's assistant. Do you know what Mr. Xu's achievements are in music?
The assistant shook his head, looking completely bewildered, and said:
"Huh? Producer Feng, this... I don't know either. I've never heard President Xu sing before."
But he's incredibly talented at drawing; there are still videos of him drawing during his live streams!
“Being good at drawing doesn’t mean you’re good at singing. Although both are art forms, they are fundamentally very different.”
Feng Xiaoxia said somewhat dejectedly:
"I've heard that people who are tone-deaf don't even realize how badly they sing, and that... is a problem."
...
As the two people waiting outside chatted idly, time passed little by little.
In their eyes, Xu Luzheng was recording again and again in the recording studio.
This further confirms the two people's earlier guesses:
It seems that Mr. Xu really doesn't have any talent in music!
Didn't you see the sound engineer inside, who looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to?
More than half an hour later, Xu Lu took off his headphones in the recording studio and finally waved to the two of them.
So before going inside, Feng Xiaoxia and his assistant Zhao Ting exchanged a knowing look.
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