Chapter 167 The Masked Singer Long Aotian, An Unusual Medical Dispute
"Uncle, do you believe me now? Yue Heng didn't lie to you, he really is famous."
Liu Wanrong wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes from listening to the song.
He handed the water glass to Wang Dongming, forcing a smile as he spoke.
Wang Yueheng's new song is an improvement over his previous singing skills.
The only drawback was that the guitar was too cheap and simple, which prevented it from providing a better accompaniment.
"Lingling~"
Just then, Wang Yueheng's phone rang.
When I picked it up, I saw that it was a call from producer Ni Yongying.
"Dad, you rest for a while, I'm going out to take this call."
Not wanting to bother his father with his work, Wang Yueheng pointed to the door with his phone and said.
"It's alright, you go ahead and do your work... don't worry about me..."
Still in shock, Wang Dongming quickly said...
"Uncle, look, this is an online encyclopedia entry about Wang Yueheng."
"While you were in a coma, he wrote many beautiful songs..."
After Wang Yueheng left, nurse Liu Wanrong picked up her phone and helped Wang Yueheng introduce his recent achievements to his father.
Listening to Liu Wanrong's introduction beside him, and having just witnessed his son's live singing performance, he felt a surge of emotion.
Having just woken up, Wang Dongming finally accepted the surreal reality of his son becoming a big star.
"My dear wife...our son has made something of himself...he's really made something of himself..."
Lying on his hospital bed, Wang Dongming was once again overcome with tears, muttering to himself.
...
"Hello? Producer Ni..."
In the hospital stairwell, Wang Yueheng answered a phone call as he walked down the stairs.
"Yue Heng, Xiaoxue told you about the theme of the quarterfinals, right?"
"This is a competition of comprehensive strength. It's not just about singing, but also about shooting a music video."
"If you have any good ideas but don't know how to implement them, feel free to ask me anytime."
On the phone, Ni Yongying reminded Wang Yueheng about the upcoming Top 8 competition for The Singer.
This competition will no longer feature on-site creation.
Instead, each contestant will have a custom-made music video tailored to their own song.
Then, by performing the complete song, they can gain support from online and live celebrities and raise funds for charity.
Therefore, the difficulty has increased to a new level compared to before.
"Producer Ni, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Wang Yueheng smiled and spoke into the microphone.
In the past, he might have needed Ni Yongying to introduce him to one or two professionals.
However, he gained domineering director skills through singing.
Now I am fully capable of standing on my own.
The only thing to consider is which song is more suitable for the competition.
These past few days in Montreal.
Wang Yueheng has already selected several backup songs for this competition.
We are currently considering which song to finalize.
Since it's a charity fundraising event, it's best if it reflects that theme.
"In addition, the show 'Masked Singer' is about to start recording."
"I've also sent you a copy of the relevant competition rules. Remember to check them when you have time."
"This show allows both covers and original songs, but one thing to keep in mind is that you should try not to let the judges guess your real identity."
"If you have a suitable pseudonym for the competition, you can also give it to me in advance, so we don't have to think of one for you."
Ni Yongying then mentioned another music program that she was producing.
"A pseudonym used to participate in the Masked Singer competition..."
"How about we just call him Long Aotian?"
Thinking of the impressive reward he had just received, Wang Yueheng casually remarked.
He gave this stage name to the domineering system.
"Cough cough cough..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yueheng vaguely heard the sound of tea being sprayed on the other end of the receiver.
Immediately afterwards, Ni Yongying coughed.
Ni Yongying clearly didn't expect him to give her such a cringeworthy pseudonym.
I thought Wang Yueheng would come up with a stage name that was poetic and picturesque.
"That's fine, at least this name makes it hard for people to immediately associate it with you."
Ni Yongying eventually agreed to Wang Yueheng's request for the stage name with a wry smile.
They even came up with his masked costume for the stage performance.
Then he will wear a dragon-shaped crown and a huge yellow robe, and no one will guess that it is Wang Yueheng himself.
...
"Ding~"
The moment I hung up the phone.
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