Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

"The lyrics, the music, and the singing were all superb. I can't think of any fancy words to describe this performance. It was perfect!"

As soon as the cheers subsided a little, Wang Feng couldn't wait to start speaking.

"Wang Xiaozhou is a real genius. He even planned the order of the three songs you sang on The Voice of China."

"One Meat, One Vegetable" depicts the small family, "The World" expresses righteousness, and "As You Wish" elevates the sentiment of family and country to a new level. I really can't imagine what this teenager must have gone through to write such songs.

Meng Ziyi smiled shyly yet proudly. When others praised Wang Xiaozhou, she didn't want to be humble on Wang Xiaozhou's behalf.

"We can't really comment on your performance. In short, I'd like to express my appreciation and admiration for Wang Xiaozhou."

Wang Feng stopped talking and handed the speaking rights to the mentors behind him.

"What do we do? What do we do?" Harry buried his head in the back of his chair and whispered into his earpiece, "If we eliminate Meng Ziyi from this kind of stage, the audience will immediately criticize us to death when the show airs. Should we stick to the original plan, Director Jin?"

As he spoke, Harry cursed inwardly. "Damn Xingcan, why did they arrange for my group's students to eliminate Meng Ziyi? Look at this girl's terrifying performance. It won't just be the students who get cursed later, even I won't be able to escape it."

Director Jin pondered for a long time backstage before finally gritting his teeth and saying, "Let Meng Ziyi advance this round. We can discuss other matters in the semi-finals. There's no way she can be eliminated with this kind of performance."

Everyone's headphones were on the same channel, and Yingzi breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the director's decision. The two contestants on stage were simply not on the same level.

If the members of Harlem's group can be considered relatively outstanding trainees, then Meng Ziyi is a master who can perform on the international stage.

If the masters are eliminated by the students in this competition, Yingzi can't imagine how badly she and her mentors will be criticized.

Thankfully, the director has spoken up, so everyone doesn't have to give insincere evaluations.

Harry and Amei didn't dare to offer any comments, so Yingzi simply took over. Of course, she didn't dare to comment on the song from a mentor's perspective either, but simply praised it:

"You've surprised me again, Meng Ziyi, you're so versatile."

The pronunciation, singing style, and opening and closing sounds in your song all give me a familiar feeling.

I have a friend who is also a superstar. It's no exaggeration to say that when you sang that song just now, you felt just as ethereal as her, in no way inferior to her.

From a mentor's perspective, I definitely can't comment on this song. Let's just consider this a discussion between colleagues. Your current level is absolutely top-notch in the music industry, so I can only give you my vote.

Wang Feng praised Yingzi's singing skills from a creative perspective, and these two had already shut down the conversation. Harry and Amei could no longer comment, so they could only vote directly.

Then came the audience voting segment.

There were a total of 500 audience members, 300 of whom were members of the production team.

Everyone just received the notification that there are no tasks for this game, so everyone can just throw as they please.

As a result, the final vote count was somewhat exaggerated, with Meng Ziyi overwhelmingly advancing with a score of 470 to 30.

Wang Xiaozhou leaned forward again, his voice low and mocking:

"The old woman is getting too old, and she can't keep up with the boasts she made about her career. She should stay home and serve her master properly from now on."

After Meng Ziyi left the show, the recording of this episode officially ended.

Wang Xiaozhou and Meng Ziyi met at the entrance of the TV station and were about to take a taxi to leave when Director Jin stopped them at a jog.

"We were talking about signing a contract before..."

Director Jin was there to negotiate the contract on behalf of his own company.

Wang Xiaozhou smiled, reached out and helped Meng Ziyi into the taxi, and then said to Director Jin, "Neither of us are professionals, let's schedule another time and have the agent talk to Meng Ziyi properly."

"Sigh~"

Sensing the perfunctory attitude in Wang Xiaozhou's words, Director Jin wanted to say something more, but Wang Xiaozhou had already gotten into a taxi and left.

Looking at the taillights, Director Jin shook his head and chuckled, "That brat, was he just making empty promises to me before?"

Turning to head back to the office, I ran into Wang Feng, who was rushing over, so naturally I had to greet him.

"Where is Teacher Wang rushing off to? Does she have another announcement to make today?"

Wang Feng shook his head: "I was looking for Wang Xiaozhou. I followed him out of the house, but he's disappeared now."

Everyone's looking for Wang Xiaozhou...

Director Jin rubbed his forehead: "What do you want with Wang Xiaozhou? Are you negotiating a contract with him on behalf of the company?"

Wang Feng exclaimed, "Hey! Why would I worry about that? I'm looking for Wang Xiaozhou to talk to him about songwriting. Director Jin, you're not a professional, so you can't imagine how amazing his compositions are to industry professionals. He's so incredibly talented right now. If possible, I'd like to commission a song from him."

Director Jin shook his head and laughed, "Then you won't be able to catch up today. That kid has already taken a taxi and left. Contact him by phone."

Wang Feng sighed sincerely; he was truly disappointed.

But the greatest ability of a middle-aged man is to control his disappointment. He turned around, put on a smile, and chatted with Director Jin as they walked toward the TV station building.

He secretly planned that if all else failed, he would postpone his work tomorrow, go to the county town, and sit down with Wang Xiaozhou for a face-to-face talk.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaozhou had already boarded the train with Meng Ziyi.

After filming the show, I really can't stay in this provincial capital for even a day longer. I still have 700,000 yuan left to spend!

Even after deducting the 70,000 yuan given to Meng Ziyi, there is still more than 600,000 yuan left. I have never had so much money in both my lives.

I've already planned how to spend the money: 200,000 for a car, 300,000 for a house, and the remaining 100,000 or so for future use.

As for whether the share given to Meng Ziyi will be too small.

That's quite a lot. Without my help to get her involved in The Voice of China, let alone the 700,000 yuan signing fee, even eating would have been a problem.

The bulk of the money comes from her future appearance fees; this little bit of money is just for fun and shouldn't be a big deal.

Although he thought this to himself, Wang Xiaozhou still asked on the train, "The signing fee is split 90/10. Don't you think taking 10% is too little?"

Meng Ziyi, sitting opposite her, looked up in confusion: "Why do you think it's too little? Wasn't this agreed upon beforehand? Seventy thousand yuan is already a lot. It's enough for Sister Juan to have multiple rounds of chemotherapy, and I don't have to spend much money myself."

Besides, even if I don't have enough money, I can borrow it from you; you won't refuse.

Wang Xiaozhou felt much better immediately. People's hearts are unpredictable, and he was really afraid that he might help a selfish person with a head full of fallacies and heresies.

Regardless of the amount of money involved, the fact that Meng Ziyi said this at least proves that her values ​​are sound, and that's good.

After getting off the train, they parted ways at the train station entrance. Wang Xiaozhou gave them one last piece of advice: "When you go to see your third aunt, just leave the money there. Don't make her uncomfortable. If you need to go to other places for medical treatment and don't have enough money, just tell me."

Meng Ziyi nodded, a hint of reluctance in her voice: "We won't be participating in the next season of The Voice, right? Will we still practice singing on Monday?"

It's been almost three months, and this girl has gotten used to the life of preparing for the exam while participating in The Voice of China. Now that the show has come to an end, I'm afraid Wang Xiaozhou won't have such frequent contact with her anymore.

Wang Xiaozhou pinched her nose: "You're not even close to being on The Voice yet. Get some rest these next couple of days, we'll have extra training on Monday!"