Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Outside the door, Tang Ze glanced at the manager and motioned him to follow.

"How is it?" Tang Ze took the thermos from the assistant's hand, took a sip, and looked at the manager.

The manager has been in the entertainment industry for many years, and he has never seen any kind of person. Today, Meng Fu was really surprised.

The main reason is that his subjective impression of Meng Fu is just a vase mascot who relies on his face for food. The contrast is too great. If Meng Fu were replaced by Ye Shuning today, he would not be so shocked. Ye Shuning is so strong that the entire training camp all know.

"God rewards you with food, and the pitch is good. Why didn't you find out before?" The manager pondered for a while, neither flattering nor flattering.

He now understands why Tang Ze pays so much attention to this Meng Fu, it does have potential.

"I just found out that her vocal range is so wide." Tang Ze closed the lid and put the thermos cup back into the hands of the assistant. "Dancing and singing can be done well. As long as her potential is unearthed, she will be the most talented singer in the program group." Unexpected surprise."

What Tang Ze said, the agent also agrees.

Meng Fu's face is already outstanding enough, as long as she can dance and sing a little bit, it is enough to make the audience admire her. What's more, she dances really well, and her vocal range is so good. With a little training, she can be regarded as the best in the entire girl group.

"If it was left in the past, the program team would definitely train her vigorously. Why did she meet Ye Shuning?" Having said this, the manager shook his head, "It's a pity."

Meng Fu might have been the topic king in any previous session, but he happened to meet Ye Shuning. As long as there is such a monster as Ye Shuning, no matter how good Meng Fu is, he will be dimmed.

**

At the backstage of the program group, Su Cheng took off the headset.

He stood up, his eyes drooping slightly.

"Young master?" Su Di looked at Su Cheng, seeing that there was no one around, he finally asked the doubt in his heart, "What's so special about that Miss Meng?"

He wanted to know why Su Cheng paid attention to an ordinary person.

After two days of observation, I didn't observe the situation of this Miss Meng, and there was no fluctuation of "Qi" in her body.

"What do you think of her singing?" Su Cheng walked outside.

Su Di heard the words, recalled the songs that were often played in the car, and nodded, "It's okay, it sounds very peaceful in my heart."

"I also think it's okay," Su Cheng said lightly, "Contact Zhao Fan later, the contract with Tianle Media can be re-upgraded."

Meng Fu signed the worst E-level contract with Tianle back then.

Su Di has learned a little bit about the entertainment industry in the past two days, and nodded upon hearing this.

The two went straight back to their residence.

T City, a newly built residential area in the city center, has a detached villa near the east.

Inside the house, the sandalwood in the corner rose slowly.

Wei Jingke opened the door and came in from the outside, when he heard the music playing inside, he smiled: "Su Di, are you still listening to music?"

Su Di brought out a cup of teapot from the kitchen, ignoring his teasing: "Young Master Wei."

"Brother Cheng, when are you coming back?" Wei Jingke sat on the sofa, picked up a sliced ​​apple on the table and threw it into his mouth, "The darknet auction is about to start, I wonder if there will be one this year?" For the spice of the blues, I'll go back to the capital first."

"No." Su Cheng leaned on the sofa and read a book, his brows and eyes were cold, and his voice was low.

Wei Jingke glanced at him in surprise, but didn't ask any further questions. After lying down for a while, he suddenly got up and looked at the sandalwood in the corner with burning eyes, "Brother, are you the spice of the blues?"

"No." It was Su Di who spoke, and Su Cheng was too lazy to return.

"Then who is the fragrance made by God and Man?" Wei Jingke stood up, "I have been unstable recently, and it has been stable within ten minutes since I came to your house. It is not the spice of blues, who else?"

He went to the corner to check in disbelief.

Hearing this, Su Cheng finally moved his eyes away from reading, and his eyes fell on Wei Jingke.

Su Di couldn't help but walked over, and said in shock, "This sandalwood is made by Fengshen Doctor. Could it be that she has reached a utilization rate of 25%?"

Only with a drug utilization rate as high as 25%, this spice can calm the blood and soothe the rioting emotions.

The higher the utilization rate, the better the effect.

It's a pity that there are very few people in the entire Skynet. In the past few years, there have been a few from time to time. In the past two years, almost none have come out.

"Brother Cheng, look, this sandalwood..." Wei Jingke looked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng didn't care too much, he picked up the book again, his brows were dull: "Take it away."

"Thank you brother!" Wei Jingke was ecstatic, carefully tidied up the sandalwood, and left.

Su Di was also going to the training camp base to talk to Zhao Fanmeng Fu about the contract, and left with Wei Jingke.

After the two left, Su Chengcai looked at the bluetooth player placed in the central hall, thoughtful.

Outside.

Su Di opened the car door and took Wei Jingke with him along the way.

Wei Jingke was going to his vassal family in T City, which was a bit far away, Su Di didn't send him there first, but went to the training camp to find Zhao Fan first.

"Young Master Wei, do you want to get off together?" Su Di looked at Wei Jingke before getting out of the car with the arranged materials and contract.

Wei Jingke got the sandalwood and was happy, so he asked one more question, "Where is this?"

"The place where Ms. Meng's program was recorded, I was just going to find her." Su Di replied sternly.

Hearing this, Wei Jingke leaned on the back of the chair and said "Oh", "Go, I will study this sandalwood."

He didn't have much interest in that Miss Meng, at least compared to this sandalwood follower, a hundred "Miss Meng" couldn't compare.

**

Training camp training room.

Tang Ze played two English songs to the thirteen girls. The two groups that needed to sing in chorus would split into sections. Meng Fu was on the solo stage, so naturally he didn't train with them.

He has a bad voice, and he has a bad voice teaching these trainees, so he goes back to the lounge to drink water every once in a while.

Now he was leaning against the table, drinking slowly.

"Teacher." Someone knocked on the door.

Tang Ze looked up and smiled, "Meng Fu? Come in, do you have any questions?"

"I want to ask you about your voice." Meng Fu came in after getting permission, and told Tang Ze about his doubts.

"Mr. Xi understands these things better than I do. He had a teacher who taught him before, and I just figured it out on my own. I can only guide you to get started. Mr. Xi's ability to dig people is too strong, but I can barely teach you at the beginning stage. I will ask him more questions for you later," Tang Ze said, then paused, and felt that Xi Nancheng's attitude might hurt Meng Fu, so he looked at Meng Fu, smiled, and comforted him gently, "... The qualifications of the students he personally teaches are generally very good, at least they are all masters from the Youth Song Competition. You can see that Ye Shuning knows that you are also very good, but compared with her now, you are still a little bit worse."

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