Huayu: Starting from an Unemployed Male Model

The next day.

Wei Jun held a steamed bun in his left hand and a soy milk in his right, eating as he walked, occasionally urging his assistant Yang Chaoyue behind him.

"Chaoyue, hurry up, we're going to be late," Wei Jun urged.

Yang Chaoyue had her hair tied in a high ponytail, wearing a white cotton T-shirt on top and dark jeans on the bottom. There was a hole at the knee where a blunt object had cut it, with wisps of cotton wool irregularly distributed.

She carried a packed breakfast in her left hand and a gray, roughly handmade handbag slung over her right shoulder, following Wei Jun in a daze.

"Boss, you have long legs and walk fast, but this poor girl has short legs and walks slowly," Yang Chaoyue replied weakly. "Also, I don't think I need to clock in."

"Just because you don't need to clock in doesn't mean you won't be late. If I think you're late, I'll deduct your salary," Wei Jun threatened her.

Yang Chaoyue was startled awake and shouted, her neck stiff, "You dare? If you dare to deduct, I dare to hang myself under a street lamp and let the whole country see you, you unscrupulous boss!"

Wei Jun was amused and turned around to yell at her, but then noticed her pale face and dark circles under her eyes, as if she had been up all night. He frowned and asked, "Were you up to no good last night? Why are your dark circles so big?"

"Is it?" Yang Chaoyue quickly took out a mirror from her handbag and examined it carefully. "It's not very big, just a tiny bit."

Then she noticed Wei Jun staring at her with a murderous look in his eyes, and she lowered her head and stammered, "Last night, I was watching dramas."

"What?" Wei Jun picked at his ear with his pinky finger, not hearing what she said.

"I told you I was watching TV series last night, specifically 'Love O2O'," Yang Chaoyue said, looking up at Wei Jun.

"How late are you going to finish watching? Is it good?" Wei Jun's tone was unreadable.

Speaking of last night's show, Yang Chaoyue immediately perked up and said, "It was super good! Xiao Nai and Bei Weiwei's interactions were so sweet. I got hooked and watched until 5 or 6 in the morning."

"You, you," Wei Jun was speechless. He couldn't hit her or scold her, otherwise she would really cry and he would have to comfort her, which would be troublesome. He could only poke her forehead with his finger.

Immediately, an idea came to mind, a little scheme to torment her: "I'll punish you by making you write an 800-word review of the film, and hand it in to me tomorrow." After saying that, she turned around and walked straight ahead without looking back.

They make you stay up all night binge-watching shows, then punish you by making you write a review, letting you experience the darkness of the workplace.

Yang Chaoyue hated writing reviews when she was in school. She never expected that she would have to write as an assistant. Her face immediately turned bitter.

"Boss, please let us go."

"Boss, how can you bear to see such an incredibly cute girl struggling to write a review?"

"Boss, actually I can't read..."

Wei Jun walked towards the studio, ignoring Yang Chaoyue's pleas.

The two arrived at Mao Yucheng's studio. Wei Jun saw four men and four women sitting on the sofa next to the reception desk. The men were wearing sharp black suits, and the women were wearing elegant blue dresses.

Eight people were crammed onto two sofas, making it a bit crowded.

Mao Yucheng was discussing something with them, while the receptionist was busy serving tea and water.

"Mr. Wei is here." The receptionist had just put down her tray when she saw Wei Jun through the glass door, and she ran over to open the door excitedly.

"Xiao Xuan looks beautiful again today," Wei Jun said casually with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Wei. You're as handsome as ever today." The receptionist blushed and fidgeted, fidgeting with the ends of her hair.

Wei Jun laughed heartily.

When Yang Chaoyue saw the receptionist in the white shirt and blouse, dressed in a provocative manner, staring at Wei Jun with lustful eyes, she secretly cursed her as a horny dog.

Especially when she saw the other person's bulging chest, with dark underwear faintly visible through it, she immediately looked at her with disdain and puffed out her own chest as if she didn't have any.

The receptionist didn't notice Yang Chaoyue's strange look. Her whole mind was on Wei Jun. When she saw that he didn't have a seat, she immediately brought a stool from the studio and invited Wei Jun to sit down. She even went to the tea room to brew a new pot of tea.

The boss next to him, Mao Yucheng, began to look uneasy. This was really his niece? Wei Jun looked more like her uncle.

The receptionist's real name is Chen Xuan. She is the daughter of Mao Yucheng's sister. She just graduated this year and can't find a good job yet. Her mother doesn't want her to be lazy, so she arranged for her to work as a receptionist at her uncle's studio.

"Good morning, Mr. Wei," Mao Yucheng gestured for Wei Jun to come over, "Let me introduce you to the Shanghai Rainbow Chamber Singers, they announced their debut in July..."

The Shanghai Rainbow Choir has a diverse membership, consisting of choral enthusiasts with extensive musical learning experience from various fields, including college students, teachers, office workers, programmers, designers, accountants, food bloggers, and more.

In January, he released the song "Zhang Shichao, Where Did You Put My Keys?" and in July, he released the song "I Feel Like My Body Has Been Hollowed Out". Both songs successfully broke into the mainstream.

Mao Yucheng found him two choirs: the Shanghai Normal University Boluo Choir and the Shanghai Rainbow Choir. Wei Jun chose the Rainbow Choir.

"Touring Beijing" is a relatively "down-to-earth" Chinese-style song with realistic lyrics. If people from all walks of life sing it together, the power and flavor it brings out will be very touching.

"Hello." Wei Jun greeted the eight members of the choir with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Wei." X8

"Why are you all dressed so formally? I think I told Lao Mao that we're just here to record a chorus." Wei Jun said regretfully.

The choir's artistic director, Huang Chengzhi, began by saying, "We are grateful to President Wei for choosing us and giving us the opportunity to participate in this meaningful song."

Mao Yucheng had already sent them the demo, and they were very surprised and moved at the time.

"So, are you all familiar with the song now?"

"I'm familiar with it now."

"Alright, let's get straight to the point and start." Wei Jun led the way into the recording studio.

The crowd filed in.

Before starting the recording, Wei Jun had everyone rehearse once, then waved for Yang Chaoyue to take out her camera and record the rehearsal, just as behind-the-scenes footage. The choir was dressed so beautifully, we couldn't let their efforts go to waste.

The first rehearsal ended, and the result was not ideal.

The Rainbow Chamber Singers have a very good foundation and a sincere, even passionate, love for music. However, coming from all walks of life, they don't have much time to rehearse, which can easily lead to a relaxed and unrestrained attitude, making their performances sound like they haven't been trained enough.

Some people have good pitch but unclear pronunciation, while others have deep breath control but their overall resonance is too low...

Their songs carried their bad habits, making their voices less clean.

"Who can tell me your understanding of this song?" Wei Jun pressed the pause button.

"Well..." a boy whispered, "the verses are gentle, but the chorus gets really energetic..."

"Okay," Wei Jun interrupted, walking up to them. "Your problem is that you sing too energetically, lacking that calm power."

Wei Jun walked up to the boy who had spoken earlier, pressed his hand against his diaphragm, and said, "I'll teach you a line, and you sing a line."

"I walked down the long street and listened to the actors singing about the capital."

The boy, whose diaphragm was pressed, began to sing: "I walk down the long street..."

"You're too tense! Relax your shoulders, use your head to find the right position, and try again." Wei Jun interrupted directly.

The boy came again.

"Singing is not about shouting with your throat, but about letting your breath carry your voice upwards... You should imagine your voice as a rope, which you should straighten at the apex."

Wei Jun continued to guide them line by line. With the lyrics at his fingertips, he had already mastered the musical techniques and was more than capable of guiding a group of enthusiasts.

The choir's artistic director standing nearby had a hint of excitement in his eyes. Professional, so professional! It was like they, the choir members, had attended a masterclass.

The choir members rehearsed for a whole day before Wei Jun was satisfied, and the song "Touring Beijing" was finally recorded on the second day.