He had already mentally imagined how An Lan would sound when she sang this song. With the exquisite lyrics and moving melody, plus An Lan's own popularity, it was bound to be a hit!
Thinking of this, Manager Bian immediately pressed the landline, asking An Lan to listen to the audio file before deciding whether to return to China to record ahead of schedule.
Manager Bian stopped, his hand already resting on the landline.
He suddenly had another candidate.
I put down the landline, took out my phone, found someone in the WeChat chat box whose contact name was "My Precious Daughter," and made a video call.
It rang for more than ten seconds before the other party answered.
The beloved daughter in the video appears to be out shopping, accompanied by a female friend.
"Dad, what's wrong?" The one who spoke was Bian Ling'er, the daughter of Manager Bian, who had just graduated this year and signed a contract with Wanxia.
Because her father is the manager, she has pretty good resources. Just over half a year after signing with the company, Wanxia has already released two songs.
Unfortunately, the song quality wasn't very high, and its popularity was just average.
Where?
"I'm strolling down the street from the company building with my cousin." Bian Ling'er pointed the camera at the street, where people could be seen coming and going.
"Come to the company now, immediately. There's a high-quality new song that perfectly suits your style. Hurry up, or Dad can't guarantee you'll get it if we're even a little late." Manager Bian didn't immediately say it was Zhaoyang's song; he wanted his daughter to come to the company first.
"A high-quality new song? Good dad, I'm going back to the company right away!" The video call ended abruptly. Upon hearing that a new song was being recorded, Bian Ling'er told her cousin and then rushed to the company.
After giving his instructions, Supervisor Bian sat down in his chair and let out a heavy sigh.
At that moment, he admitted that he had selfish motives.
I always want to give my daughter the best.
The main issue is that her daughter's singing style is similar to An Lan's.
Often, even the best resources are not openly given to their daughters by their supervisors.
Now, it's a rare opportunity to meet An Lan, who is competing abroad and doesn't have time to come back.
"An Lan, I'm sorry..."
After expressing his apology, Manager Bian sighed again, "Zhaoyang... you really are a songwriter who was held back by being a singer."
When people hear this name, Zhaoyang seems somewhat unfamiliar.
Not to mention the stylistic differences, he actually wrote such a wonderful piece called "Countdown" in such a short time.
Less than ten minutes later, Bian Ling'er came running out of the elevator, panting, and headed straight for her father's office.
"dad."
Bian Ling'er's style of dress is somewhat sunny, with floral dresses and high ponytails. Most importantly, she has a slender and tall figure, which attracts the attention of many colleagues as soon as she appears.
"Oh, my silly daughter, how many times have I told you to call your supervisor at work?"
"Manager, is it a new song from the ace composer in the composition department?" Bian Ling'er blinked her bright, lively eyes, which, combined with her phoenix eyes, were absolutely stunning.
"It's Zhaoyang."
"Zhaoyang?" Bian Ling'er's eyes brightened even more: "You mentioned before that Zhaixing is Zhaoyang, right? I've been listening to Xiaochou on repeat, what song is it this time?"
When Manager Bian saw that his daughter was not disappointed because it was Zhao Yang, he was very satisfied: "It's not convenient to reveal, but the only thing I can tell you is that it suits your style very well. When Zhao Yang comes, don't act too deliberately. Although you are a professionally trained artist, you can't compare to female artists of the same type in terms of popularity and singing skills."
"Okay!" Bian Ling'er nodded emphatically, blinking her big eyes as her floral dress swayed.
"You're a girl, why are you wearing skirts? Be more ladylike!"
"Hehehe~"
Not long after, the assistant knocked on the door and reported: "Manager, Teacher Zhaoyang is here."
Manager Bian glanced at his daughter, signaling her to stop being so carefree; she was already 21 years old.
"Zhaoyang, haha." Manager Bian greeted him warmly as he entered the corridor.
"Manager," Li Zhaoyang greeted him before getting straight to the point: "I'm here to select singers to record a new song. They have unique voices and are highly recognizable. I need female artists; please help me gather them."
"no problem."
Manager Bian turned around and called out, making room for his daughter: "All female artists with highly distinctive voices, come over here."
The sound was so loud that it attracted many artists.
"Isn't Li Zhaoyang's 'Sorrow' still a hot seller? Why is there another new song?"
"When inspiration strikes, nothing can stop it."
"I need a voice that is highly distinctive, but I don't seem to fit that description."
"I think I'd better not go. Putting aside whether Li Zhaoyang can still write a song comparable to Xiaochou, the thought of him doing such an outrageous thing to another girl makes me feel uncomfortable."
"Me too……"
"That's right, and there are only a few people who meet the requirements. An Lan is competing abroad, and Nongying is going to release an album later, so her schedule is full. She probably won't go to record Zhaoyang's new song. That leaves only two people. Ling'er is the manager's daughter, so the manager definitely won't let her go to record."
After Li Zhaoyang was no longer the top male artist in the entertainment department, some female artists became less restrained.
Especially the female celebrities who confessed to Li Zhaoyang before and were rejected, still hold a grudge. So what if you wrote "Sorrow"? In private, aren't you still a "beast" dominated by your lower body? You used to pretend to be so innocent when you rejected them.
"Nongying, don't you also meet the requirements?" Manager Bian called out as he walked to Zhaoyang's office door, afraid that Zhaoyang would be embarrassed.
"Manager, I need to rush to record this new album. There are 11 songs in total, so I can't make it without any time."
Her pink hair added a touch of glamour to Hua Nongying's look. Then she pouted and said, "Besides, I don't want to work with people with bad character. Who knows if Li Zhaoyang will try to take advantage of me in the recording studio?"
The look of disgust on her pretty face was fleeting; she didn't want her supervisor to notice.
Unless someone is exceptionally talented, people will not readily overlook their character.
As long as talent trumps everything, no matter how bad your character or past is, a whole bunch of women will still climb into your bed.
It is clear that Li Zhaoyang does not possess these qualities.
"Uh... okay." Manager Bian appeared disappointed but was secretly overjoyed; he was just afraid that Nongying would come.
Once Nongying comes to audition, my daughter will have no chance.
Everyone has the same style, so it's obvious who Zhaoyang will choose.
Finally, the supervisor turned his attention to the last female artist who fit the style.
Before the supervisor could speak, the female artist quickly made an excuse to leave: "Supervisor, I have to go to the airport to pick up my mother."
"Okay, go ahead."
Manager Bian was overjoyed: "Zhaoyang, look... Nongying's new album is in a rush and there's no free time. Why don't we just let Bian Ling'er audition?"
Supervisor Bian tried his best to say some nice things to dispel the awkward atmosphere: "Bian Ling'er graduated from Fengjing Conservatory of Music. She is a professionally trained musician and was among the top three in her grade."
"Okay." Although Li Zhaoyang's first choice was Zhao Anlan, he was currently busy with Hua Nongying, so he had no choice but to choose Bian Ling'er.
He knew that Bian Ling'er was the supervisor's daughter, and the supervisor had most likely heard the audio file as well.
It's normal to have selfish motives, so Li Zhaoyang didn't expose him. He wanted to see how Bian Ling'er performed in the audition, and if it didn't work, he would think of other ways.
He didn't pay much attention to the discussions of others.
As long as you have a clear conscience, that's enough.
"Let's go, Teacher Zhaoyang, I can spend the whole day in the recording studio." Bian Ling'er was very enthusiastic about the songs, with an excited feeling that "as long as it's related to music, I don't need to rest."
"Hmm." Just as Li Zhaoyang was about to turn around and walk towards the elevator, he saw Zhang Feng, Qin San, and Zhao Zai returning together.
The group exchanged glances, and Li Zhaoyang politely greeted them before leaving.
Zhang Feng wanted to say something more, but he hesitated and stopped himself.
"Manager, are you really willing to let Ling'er and Zhaoyang be alone in the recording studio?"
"Manager, Nongying and Anlan have the same style, so why doesn't Zhaoyang hire Anlan?"
At this time, many female celebrities expressed their feelings.
“I’ve looked, but An Lan is too busy,” Manager Bian explained, then his gaze shifted slightly: “I trust Zhao Yang’s character.”
Upon hearing this, the female celebrities exchanged glances, all knowing the unspoken understanding.
They originally wanted to ask if Zhaoyang's new song was of great quality, otherwise the manager wouldn't have allowed his daughter to audition.
After listening to the supervisor's explanation, I understood.
An Lan is competing abroad and doesn't have time, and Nongying is busy preparing for her new album during the year-end peak season. Among artists of the same style, only Bian Ling'er is left.
"It feels like the leftovers are being picked... Being a manager must be so tough." I wonder which female celebrity said this.
Manager Bian smiled without saying a word and returned to his office.
You'll regret it later.
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