Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

Saturday.

Mencius got up very early, went downstairs to bring back breakfast, and when he went back into the house, Wang Xiaozhou was still fast asleep.

He went up and woke him up, saying in an adult's tone as if teaching a child, "Wang Xiaozhou, this won't do. Young people need to have regular routines. You need to go to bed early and get up early to stay healthy. Get up and have breakfast now."

Wang Xiaozhou was still groggy when he got out of bed. Since the first episode of The Voice of China ended at 9:30 yesterday, his phone had been ringing non-stop with countless relatives and friends coming to congratulate him.

Those guys with yellow hair were alright; they just sent a text message with the words "Awesome."

But for some reason, his relatives were so well-informed that they all called to chat, keeping Wang Xiaozhou up until one or two in the morning.

After getting up and washing up, Wang Xiaozhou put a fried dough stick in his mouth and asked, "Didn't you receive a text message last night? Didn't my third uncle congratulate you?"

Meng Ziyi was silent for a while before speaking, "No, but my mother's relatives sent me a lot of messages, which I didn't reply to."

Wang Xiaozhou didn't continue, saying that it was better to let Meng Ziyi make her own decision on such a private matter, and that giving advice now would be somewhat presumptuous.

Upon opening the system interface, seeing that Meng Ziyi's career progress was stuck at 19%, Wang Xiaozhou angrily pounded the wall, knowing he could only let it fester for a few more days.

Wang Xiaozhou took Meng Ziyi with him to the hotel where the production team was located. Meng Ziyi was there to participate in the Yingzi team's challenge competition and choose songs for the group. Wang Xiaozhou, on the other hand, was thinking of going to the production team to discuss whether he could handle the stage design for Meng Ziyi in the second episode.

After arriving at the hotel, the two parted ways to attend to their own matters, and did not reunite until 5 p.m.

Meng Ziyi looked excited and started showing off as soon as he saw Wang Xiaozhou.

"I've taken care of everything you asked me to do. Teacher Yingzi and the production team have agreed to use your original work in the next episode, and the contestants who competed against me didn't object either."

Regarding the copyright issue, the production team initially wanted full rights to the song, and they were very firm in their stance, refusing to budge. However, after Ms. Yingzi spoke up for me, the production team had no choice but to agree.

Wang Xiaozhou nodded. Yehenala Ying was reliable. Many people said she was bad in the past, but she was just a bit blunt. When something really happened, she had a good sense of right and wrong.

"Congratulations! Sister Meng is really reliable. I'm not so lucky. I didn't get anything done today."

Ultimately, The Voice is a stage that must appear fair on the surface. Preparing stage design specifically for a particular contestant does seem like differential treatment, and it's understandable that the director disagrees.

"Ah~" Meng Ziyi immediately comforted Wang Xiaozhou upon hearing this: "It's okay, it's okay if you didn't succeed. Even if you're useless, at least you can still write songs."

Wang Xiaozhou: "..."

Sister Meng's thought process is truly unique. Anyone who tries to comfort her might end up developing depression from her attempts.

"If I can't write songs, will you still love me?"

"Huh?" Meng Ziyi was startled by Wang Xiaozhou's sudden question, and then a blush slowly crept up her neck: "What are you saying? What nonsense are you spouting? Who loves you?"

"oh."

Wang Xiaozhou pursed his lips and hailed a Techco taxi.

But your affection level is already 70%. The system gives a note for affection levels between 70% and 80%, which is a rare and loyal love.

As Meng Ziyi and Wang Xiaozhou sat in the back of the taxi, Meng Ziyi was a little worried that she might have been too serious about what she had just said. What if Wang Xiaozhou really thought that she didn't like him? So, feeling a little guilty, she tried to find a topic to talk about.

"Teacher Ying seems a little dissatisfied with my performance today. She said I sang a bit off-key and was completely different from how I am on stage. She told me to adjust my condition and come back tomorrow."

You haven't even used the Devil Fruit yet. You're currently in your lark state, and Yingzi is already being very lenient by saying you're off-key.

Wang Xiaozhou chuckled inwardly, then cleared his throat: "There are two completely different concepts between knowing how to use some singing techniques and not knowing how to use them. Once you develop the habit, it's not easy to sing badly. So today, Teacher Ying thought you were playing a trick on her or hiding your skills."

I'll contact Teacher Ying later and tell her you won't be going tomorrow. Just say the songwriter is going to give you some special training these next few days.

"Won't the fighters who challenge me have any objections?"

"Then let him have it."

......

After getting off the bus, they grabbed a quick dinner at a small restaurant. When they went back up to the hotel, they saw a woman standing at the door of their room, seemingly waiting for something.

"Hello, Meng Ziyi, my name is Wu Qiuyan, a top agent at Xingcan Media. I'm here to discuss a collaboration with you."

The woman stepped forward and explained her purpose to Meng Ziyi.

Meng Ziyi subconsciously turned her gaze to Wang Xiaozhou.

Wang Xiaozhou frowned. Xingcan Media? Did they arrive a little too early? The first episode has just ended. Are they trying to take advantage of Meng Ziyi before she becomes a force to be reckoned with and acquire her at the lowest possible cost?

"Since you're here, please come in and have a seat."

Wang Xiaozhou took out his room card, swiped it to open the door, and let the person into the room.

Upon entering the room, Wu Qiuyan discovered it was a standard room. Her eyes flashed, and she made up her mind.

"Your name is Wang Xiaozhou, right? Our company really admires your talent, and if possible, we hope you can join us."

Wu Qiuyan was a very pretty young woman in her early thirties. She wore gold-rimmed glasses, and her black sweater bulged out in a large arc at the chest. She wore gray leggings, and even in black flat shoes, her legs still looked very long.

After sizing up the woman in front of him, Wang Xiaozhou gave her a judgment that was bound to be different from his own, and then reached out to shake her right hand, which she had been holding out for a while.

"Thank you for your kind offer, but Meng Ziyi is the main character right now, so let's talk about her first."

Upon hearing this, Wu Qiuyan immediately pulled out a stack of contracts from her bag and handed them to Wang Xiaozhou: "Level B contracts. This is the highest level contract our company prepares for newcomers to traffic. I believe it won't disappoint you."

Wang Xiaozhou took the so-called B-level contract, glanced at it briefly, and then sneered.

"A 15-year contract?"

"Yes, after all, the company needs to spend resources to cultivate Meng Ziyi in the early stages. No one will do a losing business, so they will definitely extend the return period."

"The contract only specifies 'resource input obligations' (such as training, promotion, and production of works), but the terms are vague and lack any standards."

"This can be discussed later."

Wang Xiaozhou, too lazy to dwell on such details, spoke again: "Is the revenue sharing ratio a fixed ratio, company:artist = 9:1?"

Wu Qiuyan nodded: "Yes, artists rely heavily on company resources in the early stages, and companies also need a lot of costs for daily operations. So in the industry, this revenue sharing ratio is already very reasonable. We can discuss this further when Meng Ziyi's status improves."

This contract is ridiculous. Wang Xiaozhou was too lazy to go through it all again: "The company enjoys exclusive agency rights for the artist, and the copyright and portrait rights of the artist's works belong to the company. The artist's unilateral breach of contract will incur a penalty of 30 million."

Wang Xiaozhou laughed and handed the contract back: "Does Agent Wu think it's still 05?"

Wu Qiuyan's expression remained unchanged: "You mean, you're going to make the decision for Meng Ziyi and not sign?"

Wang Xiaozhou raised an eyebrow: "So what if we don't sign?"

Wu Qiuyan didn't take the contract Wang Xiaozhou handed her. Instead, she crossed her arms and spoke softly:

"I imagine you wouldn't want Meng Ziyi to be eliminated before the semifinals, would you?"