Chapter 172 Recording Studio
Everyone around was stunned. Everyone in Beiyang City knew that Miao Jiu loved his wife the most. He didn't have any concubines, let alone mistresses.
In the first few years after their marriage, Si Ning was unable to get pregnant, so Old Master Miao often introduced women to Miao Jiu.
But no woman could get close to Miao Jiu alive. Any woman who had that idea would be in a brothel now.
Otherwise, he would just lie in the grave and no one would dare to get close to him.
Miao Jiu is the youngest in the Miao family. Originally, it was not his turn to take the helm of these industries under the Miao family, but he happened to be a man with a black heart and black hands.
No one is afraid of people when they go crazy, and Old Master Miao is the best example. He can't take care of himself now and relies on others for care.
The mastermind behind all this is the youngest child of the Miao family.
They had just heard that as soon as Miao Jiu returned, he killed his brothers and sent Mr. Miao out of Beiyang City.
This sudden appearance of a daughter had to be like meeting him, which made everyone feel uneasy.
Everyone was wondering what was going on with this daughter who suddenly appeared.
Could it be that the relationship between Miao Jiu and Si Ning has broken down?
They looked up at Juanjuan, the child looked about three years old, with red lips and white teeth. Then they looked at the way Miao Jiu held her, and it seemed that he doted on her very much.
"Master Jiu, who is the young lady?" asked a man who was a little braver.
"My daughter." Miao Jiuduo didn't want to say a word and walked into the recording studio holding Juanjuan.
In the studio, Little Yellow Oriole was recording a record. When the producer saw Miao Jiu coming, he quickly stood up and saluted: "Master Jiu, you are here."
Juanjuan looked at the recording studio curiously. This was something she had never seen before, and she was curious about everything she saw.
She turned her little head, looking here and there.
Miao Jiu couldn't hold her anymore, so he just put her on the ground and said, "Go and see whatever you want to see. This place is yours from now on."
The producers were stunned, not knowing what to say when they looked at the three-year-old boss.
The little yellow bird in the studio saw Miao Jiu coming, and at the producer's instruction, came out to meet Miao Jiu.
"Juanjuan, don't run out. I'm in the next room. Come to me if you have any problems." Miao Jiu pointed to the room next door.
"Okay, uncle." Juanjuan nodded obediently.
"Call me daddy!" Miao Jiu gently pinched her little face and turned to look at the person behind him: "Huzi, take good care of the young lady for me, and don't bring your head to see me if you have a single hair on your head."
"Yes, Master Jiu." Hu Zi immediately said seriously.
The producer took a few people to the next room and reported to Miao Jiu about the release of the record.
Juanjuan was very curious about the recording studio, so she went straight to the studio after leaving the room. She looked at the headphones hanging there and reached out to take them.
But no matter how she jumped, she couldn't touch it, which made her very depressed.
Hu Zi walked over, picked her up and put her on a stool, then took off his headphones and handed them to her.
Juanjuan took it with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Huzi."
She picked up the headphones and put them on her ears like the beautiful sister did just now.
The cleaning lady in the next room accidentally touched the recording button after entering.
Juanjuan couldn't hear anything through her headphones, but suddenly she heard a familiar melody.
Her beautiful big eyes lit up immediately. This was the song her grandmother had played for her.
Hu Zi originally thought that she would leave after playing for a while because it got boring, but then he heard her humming a song.
But he didn't know where the tune of the song had gone, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.
Then, when I saw their little girl holding the headphones in her little hands and shaking her head while singing, I suddenly thought it was a little cute.
After the producer finished discussing the record release with Miao Jiu, he prepared to come back and continue recording for Xiao Huangying.
As soon as I entered, I saw Juanjuan singing, and the recording button had been turned on for some reason.
He suddenly felt like thunder was rolling in the sky, and it was all over.
All the hard work for so long has been in vain. If this record cannot be released, they will lose a lot of money.
Losing money is a small matter, but the real concern is whether Miao Jiu will take his life.
When Miao Jiu and Xiao Huangying walked in, they saw the producer with a pale face.
"Producer, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" The little yellow warbler looks ordinary, but her voice is clear and pleasant.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have let her come to record the album. Now seeing that he looked so unhappy, she couldn't help but feel concerned.
The producer looked at Miao Jiu with a mournful face: "Jiu, Jiu Ye, I'm afraid this record is ruined."
Miao Jiu narrowed his eyes: "ruined?"
"I don't know who turned on the record button, and now all the songs sung by Miss Juanjuan are recorded." The producer looked like he was about to cry.
You should know that the cost of a three-minute single-sided master disc is as high as 1,500 silver dollars, and now this master disc is completely destroyed.
Re-producing a new master disc takes time, effort, and money, and now the master disc is double-sided.
He was sweating profusely now. If Miao Jiu blamed him, he was afraid that even if he gave his life, it would not be enough to compensate.
Miao Jiu walked to the recording table and saw that the master disc had been recorded. He picked up the headphones beside him and pressed the play button.
The melody of jazz came out from the headphones, accompanied by some inappropriate lyrics.
It wasn't as bad as I imagined, but rather a pleasant surprise.
The child's voice and jazz music matched perfectly, and he even felt like he had found a treasure.
The producer wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and was now extremely anxious.
Little Yellow Oriole said nothing, mainly because this gentleman was so moody that she didn't dare to offend him.
Juanjuan heard the sound in the earphones disappear, and looked at Hu Zi beside her in confusion: "Brother Hu Zi, there is no sound."
Hu Zi's eyes widened: "Miss Juanjuan, was there a sound in the headphones just now?"
"Yes!" Juanjuan nodded seriously.
Hu Zi felt his scalp tingling and looked at Miao Jiu through a layer of glass.
It’s over, it’s over. Master Jiu won’t destroy himself in an instant, will he?
You know, Jiu Ye spent a lot of money on this record. Does he have to sacrifice himself to God?
Juanjuan looked at him strangely: "Brother Huzi, what's wrong with you?"
Hu Zi looked at her with tears in his eyes: What should I do?
Miao Jiu looked at the producer who lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him: "Come here."
There was no reason for the producer to refuse, so he quickly took a few steps to Miao Jiu's side.
Before he could even speak, he said, "Master Jiu, it was my negligence. I will compensate for all the losses. I can't come up with so much money right now, but I will definitely compensate you. Please give me another chance."
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