Huayu 1995

Chapter 40: I'll have to resort to selling my looks (Seeking monthly votes~)

Su Chao explained the rules.

Then he asked Zu Feng if he would accept his impromptu interview.

It also emphasizes that, like art exams, it is a one-to-one replica.

Try taking a free test to assess your art exam level and get a fair evaluation. Only a fool wouldn't agree.

We Chinese people have absolutely no resistance to free things.

Come anyway.

Zu Feng readily agreed.

They were unaware that they had fallen into Su Chao's trap.

I was just here to get a feel for the situation and hadn't even decided whether or not to attend the training course.

As a result, in order to qualify for the training course, I was inexplicably subjected to an assessment.

Once they pass the assessment, they will subconsciously not want to let go of this opportunity.

It was so hard to pass the test, it wasn't easy.

Even if it costs three thousand yuan, I will finish my studies with tears in my eyes.

"Stop reciting poems and articles, tell me about your experiences in recent years."

Although Su Chao knew Zu Feng, he didn't know much about his background.

Zu Feng really treated this like an exam.

He began to tell the story with great emotion and expression.

Zu Feng was born in 74, so he's quite old. After graduating from high school, he worked as a gear quality inspector at the Nanjing Automobile Manufacturing Plant.

I worked for four years in a flash.

In 93, I participated in the factory's arts festival and won third prize for my skit "Between Master and Apprentice," which sparked my interest in performing.

He took the art exam for two consecutive years, but failed both times.

In April of this year, I finally made up my mind and resigned from Nanjing Automobile Group, citing "personal development needs".

He has been preparing for the exam since April.

For him, attending training courses was one of the few ways out.

"Your voice?"

Su Chao kept writing and drawing on the data sheet.

Being slightly older than the average age admitted to the Beijing Film Academy is definitely a negative factor.

Then there's the fact that her voice isn't very good.

Although Zu Feng's lines were delivered very well, he still lost points during the exam.

"Ahem, I work in a workshop. The air in our workshop is not good, and there are a lot of iron filings. My voice used to be different from this one."

Zu Feng basically got stuck on the sound the first two times.

In addition, academics prefer blank slates and don't really appreciate people like Zu Feng and Hao Lei who have a background in academics.

Moreover, Zu Feng doesn't have any particular skills, so he can't get someone to make an exception and admit him like Zhang Ziyi did.

Zhang Ziyi, who was filling out forms on the side, also perked up her ears.

She discovered that the teacher in charge of admissions, although he looked young, was exceptionally skilled.

She was very curious about what Su Chao would say.

"Regarding your situation, I think we should change our perspective. You always feel that your voice is a weakness, and you deliberately pinch your throat when you speak, but could it also be a unique characteristic?"

Su Chao wrote a passage on a piece of paper, read it to himself first, and then handed it to Zu Feng.

Zu Feng understood instantly; he felt as if he had been enlightened.

The gloom that had been hanging over my heart seemed to dissipate considerably all at once.

Su Chao's image in his eyes also became more impressive.

He took the paper, couldn't help but bow to Su Chao, and then began to read:

"She was too young at the time, and she didn't know that all the gifts given by fate had already secretly marked the price."

"That's about the feeling, but you still need to practice more. It's not just your voice that's the problem; you also need to overcome your Nanjing dialect. If there are no other issues, go over there and fill out the forms," ​​Su Chao turned to Huang Bo, who was carrying a broom and secretly learning everything, and instructed, "Huang Bo, you take care of him. I have something to do tonight..."

"What could possibly be wrong with you? We can't leave you here."

Huang Bo knew exactly what Su Chao was going to do.

He was simply providing a stage for the Scottish Premiership.

"The wrap party for 'Prime Minister Liu Luoguo' is tonight, and they insist I attend. Zhang Guoli even said he needs to see me. What can I do?"

Su Chao looked helpless.

"indeed!"

Huang Bo almost burst out laughing.

Dude, there's a limit to showing off. Have we gone a bit too far?

"If anyone else comes later, you'll be in charge of registering them. Remember, we teach in small classes, so don't recruit too many people. Once the deadline is set, close the registration."

Although Su Chao was bluffing when he said that, he was actually being serious.

We can't just bring in all sorts of weirdos and monsters.

Su Chao hopes that his training class can achieve a preliminary pass rate of over 50% during next year's art college entrance exams.

Su Chao hurriedly left the courtyard.

He needs to go to the Red Star Production Company to sign the contract first.

Chen Jiantian gave him all the money.

Refusing to sign the contract gives off the vibe of a scumbag who pulls up his pants and then reneges on the deal. In its early days, the Hongxing Production Cooperative could only operate from a small hotel; now that its economic conditions have improved, it has moved to the Nongzhanguan South area.

Chen Jiantian graciously waited at the door.

Why not do it if you can appear exceptionally courteous and respectful to scholars without paying a high price?

"elder brother!"

Su Chao hugged the other person, showing the same enthusiasm.

Someone being nice to you doesn't necessarily mean they love you; it could be because you have something to offer them.

vice versa.

Su Chao entered Chen Jiantian's office, chatted for a while, and then said, "Brother, about the vocal coach you mentioned last time..."

"Oh, I've already arranged it for you. It's a teacher we often work with. She'll give you two lessons a week. You can just contact her directly when the time comes."

Chen Jiantian was quite satisfied with Su Chao's studious attitude.

It would also be beneficial for the Red Star Production Company if Su Chao matured earlier.

Only when cattle and horses are fat can they fetch a good price.

"Brother, there's something else. My friend and I started an art exam training class, and we'd like to ask this teacher to come and teach occasionally. Could you put in a good word for me?"

It would definitely be inappropriate to just take them there and have the teacher give them a lesson.

What if they don't cooperate?

Su Chao couldn't just put a knife to someone's neck.

"Art exam? What a load of nonsense. Go and tell me yourself. I don't care about any of that. This teacher is very difficult to talk to."

Chen Jiantian resolutely refused.

"Brother, please help me out. I'll pay you the market rate."

Su Chao didn't expect Chen Jiantian to refuse so decisively.

"It's not about the money. They're not short of money at all. They're already being generous by offering to teach you. If you want to talk, go and talk to them yourself."

Chen Jiantian opened a drawer, pulled out a business card, and tossed it to Su Chao.

Su Chao remained calm.

He was already mentally prepared for Chen Jiantian to reject him.

The less trouble, the better.

Moreover, Su Chao's request was somewhat outrageous.

The workload of teaching one person is completely different from the workload of teaching a group of people.

Su Chao decided to use his silver tongue...

Lin Zhimeng!
Su Chao stared at the name on the business card, completely bewildered.

Such names are not common.

It's highly likely that it's not a case of duplicate names.

In other words, the vocal teacher Chen Jiantian introduced to him was none other than his creditor.

"The vocal coach our company collaborates with owns a musical instrument store, and she is very skilled in the acoustic reconstruction of musical instruments. Many musicians in the industry are her clients. How much are you willing to pay her?"

What Chen Jiantian said next confirmed Su Chao's guess.

"Sigh, if there's really no other way, I'll have to sell my body."

Su Chao looked sad.

"Pfft~"

Chen Jiantian was drinking water when he heard this and immediately spat it out.

"Just kidding, it's very rude to insult people."

Su Chao nimbly dodged to the side.

“You can’t joke around like that. Don’t mess with our vocal coach. I’m friends with her uncle. If you mess with her, I won’t be able to explain it to him.”

Chen Jiantian warned Su Chao.

This guy is such a headache. He's handsome and talented, and who knows how many girls he'll ruin in the future.

"Oh, just kidding, I'm only eighteen."

Su Chao quickly replied.

I never expected that Chan Kin-tim and Thor and Little Red Riding Hood had this connection.

"You're starting to complain now?"

Chen Jiantian was speechless and his gaze towards Su Chao became unfriendly.

"Boss, you're the one who told me not to mess with her, but now you're encouraging me to face the challenge head-on. What do you want from me?"

Su Chao was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"Forget it, you'd better watch yourself. This is your contract. When will the second song be written? Don't be so demanding, otherwise you might not be able to release an album even after two or three years."

Chen Jiantian handed the completed contract to Su Chao.

"Don't worry, there will be a new song next month. I'll borrow the company's recording studio to record the backing track."

Signing with Red Star Production Company, besides the fact that Red Star Production Company is the last utopia in the Chinese music scene, the main reason is that you can get all kinds of resources for free.

Teachers, recording studios, behind-the-scenes production...

Going to Baihua Shenchu ​​Hutong is not only incredibly expensive, but you also have to deal with a bunch of poisonous insects.

Su Chao was not interested in those so-called music youths at all.

In other words, public opinion on this matter isn't so strict now. But in the future, in the internet age, if you dare to touch this stuff, you'll be wiped out of the entertainment industry.

(End of this chapter)