The next day.
Early in the morning, his parents went out to buy groceries.
After Zhang Ye washed up, he closed the door and stayed in his room to work on the song list. Although there was still some time before the official recording of King of Masked Singers began, he still had to make some preparations beforehand. There were too many songs in his head, and to be honest, he did not know what to sing when he went on stage.
This song?
No, it was too ordinary.
That song?
No, it did not suit him.
Or that song?
Well, that song would do. I'll keep it as a backup.
After working on it for a full hour, he still could not finish the song list. Zhang Ye could only put this thought aside for the time being. He did not have any inspiration today, so he would not think about it for now. He would think about what song to sing when the time came. He had to practice his voice first. That was his most fundamental weapon. If his voice was not up to par and he could not sing well, it would be meaningless no matter how good the song was. He would not be able to move the audience. Well, there was also the staging, the arrangement, and the control of the atmosphere. All of these could affect the audience's perception of the music and image, which would then be reflected in the final results.
He still had a lot of things to practice over the next few days.
He would take it slow.
"Ah, hmm …
"Ah, ha …
"Ah, yi, ya …"
He began to stretch his throat to train his body. This was like martial arts. It was not enough to just learn it. He had to practice it diligently. Otherwise, even if Zhang Ye ate 500 Fruits of Charm of Sound and 500 Singing Skill Books, he would not be able to bring out his potential.
In addition, at the Beijing Television audition yesterday, he had heard too many of the other masked singers' surprising voices. He was under a lot of pressure, so he naturally had to make more preparations. Zhang Ye knew that if he were to go on stage in his current state, he would definitely not win. Those were the best singers in the country, and there would definitely be professional singers among them. Some of them might have been singing for 10 or 20 years already. This was something that Zhang Ye could not compete with.
One day.
Three days.
Five days.
He did not do anything during this period of time. He just practiced day by day, honing his voice.
Where was his high pitch?
How long could his falsetto last?
What was the feedback of his lower register?
How was his breathing regulated? How was his pitch rounded?
He figured everything out one by one and experimented with it. Zhang Ye had a deeper understanding of his voice and singing skills over the past few days. Only by understanding his own standards would he be able to bring out his full potential and play to his strengths while avoiding his weaknesses.
...
The promotions for King of Masked Singers were still in full swing.
On this day, Hu Fei called.
"Zhang 'er, the promotional video is about to be shot."
"Sure."
"What do you suggest?"
"You're the director, so I won't suggest anything. If you need me to give you a line or something, I'm fine with it. How you want to shoot it is still up to you."
"Are you really not going to participate?"
"Haha, didn't I say it before? I'm only in charge of the planning. Brother Hu, it wasn't easy for me to be banned. Please let me rest for a few more days."
"That won't do. Let's go together. When the time comes, you can also give some advice to the officer."
"Where should we go to take a picture?"
"Not far, near the capital."
"Then … alright."
"This time, we're shooting a concept promotional video. We don't need the contestants to do it in person. We're planning to create an atmosphere similar to a martial arts conference. Various experts will fight with their faces covered and fight to the death. We need the feeling of experts fighting, so we've borrowed a martial arts dojo. The scenery there is not bad, and the atmosphere is suitable. We'll go there first to get the feeling and see if we can get the effect."
"A martial arts dojo?"
"Yeah, that's the territory of the Lian Family Style. They're a sect with a real heritage, not those dojos that charge a fee to recruit people. They usually don't recruit from the public. There used to be an old movie called Death Match. You've seen it before, right? The latter half of the movie was shot there. It's quite a famous place, and the two houses that appeared in the movie became quite popular later on. There were even tourists who flocked there because of its fame. It's almost become a small tourist attraction. I heard that Ning Lan will be filming a movie there in the next two days. "
The Lian Family Style?
He did not know them. He was not very familiar with the large and small sects of the Chinese martial arts world.
"Forget it, Brother Hu. I think I won't be going."
"Ah? What's the matter? "
"If it's a dojo, I won't be joining in the fun."
"Why? We'll set off tomorrow morning. If we're quick, we'll be back in the evening. It won't take up much of your time. Heh, you don't even have a job, so what else can you do? "
"I won't be going."
"Didn't you just say you were going?"
"Fuck."
Was he supposed to tell him that he was notorious in the Chinese martial arts world?
Even if he said that, Hu Fei probably wouldn't believe him!
Zhang Ye briefed Hu Fei on the concept for the promotional video a little more and shared his own thoughts with him before hanging up. Towards the Chinese martial arts world, Zhang Ye's current attitude was: Don't provoke me, and I won't provoke you. Let's keep our distance from each other, lest we find each other an eyesore. He did not care about the promotional video anymore. The promotional video's production had already begun, which meant that the show's broadcast was getting closer and closer. Zhang Ye had to hurry up and practice his singing.
It was another day of practicing songs.
He also wrote down some ideas for the arrangement of the songs.
He would definitely be performing an original song this time, so his workload was much heavier than the others. He had to arrange many of the songs himself, or at least come up with some general ideas before he could communicate with the band and music director hired by King of Masked Singers.
… …
The next day.
8 or 9 AM.
While Zhang Ye was still in bed, he heard his cell phone beeping. It was the sound of the chatting app. One message after another woke him up.
Who was it?
Why were they still sending messages consecutively?
Zhang Ye picked up his cell phone sleepily. Oh, so it was a group message. It was the "Celebrity Goof Group" where almost all of the Heavenly Kings, Queens, and A-list celebrities were in.
Since he was awake, he casually scanned through the messages.
There were over a hundred messages in total. The more Zhang Ye read, the more stunned he became.
The first message in the morning was actually sent by Ning Lan about ten minutes ago.
Ning Lan: "Please save me."
Huo Dongfang: "What's the matter?"
Xiaodong: "What happened, Sister Ning?"
Fan Wenli: "What's the matter?"
Quite a few people also popped up.
Ning Lan sent a bitter smile emoticon and said: "We were filming at Lian Jia Gou this morning. Due to a misunderstanding, our production team offended the people from the Lian Family Style School and caused quite a ruckus. They've detained our equipment and are not letting us leave!"
Huo Dongfang: "Lian Jia Gou?"
Chen Guang: "Old Ning, are you alright?"
Ning Lan: "I'm fine for now."
At this moment, Zhang Yuanqi appeared. "Have you called the police yet?"
Ning Lan: "I've called the police. The police are here too. We're currently coordinating with them, but it doesn't seem like it's going to be of any use. We've offered to compensate them, but it's not going to work either. Which friend can help us? Please contact me. Thanks. "
Zhang Yuanqi: "I'll help you ask around."
Ning Lan: "Hurry up."
Zhang Yuanqi: "Don't rush me. I'm on the phone."
Zhang Yuanqi and Ning Lan were best friends that everyone in the entertainment industry knew and had a very good relationship with each other. Although Zhang Ye had never met Ning Lan, who was an A-list celebrity in the film industry, they had chatted quite a bit.
What Zhang Ye was looking at was actually their chat history.
Zhang Yuanqi: "I've asked a few people for you, but they all said that they can't help you. The Lian Family Style School is a martial arts sect. Their fist techniques have won an intangible cultural heritage award, so they don't interact much with the outside world. The martial arts masters I've asked aren't able to talk to them either. Old Jiang is in the group, right? I'll help you @ him. He's from the martial arts circle, so he should be able to help. Jiang Hanwei. "Then Zhang Yuanqi said:" If he's not around, just give him a call. "
Xiaodong, who had a very good relationship with Jiang Hanwei, also said: "Jiang Hanwei, Uncle Jiang, Sister Ning has run into some trouble."
Jiang Hanwei was also a member of the group, but Zhang Ye had never seen him speak before. Of course, this was also because Zhang Ye had not been in the group for long.
After seven or eight messages.
Jiang Hanwei's name appeared. "I just saw it. I don't have much of a relationship with the Lian Family Style School, nor have I had any dealings with them before. I'll make a call and help you ask around. Let's see if they'll give me face or not."
Ning Lan: "Brother Jiang, thank you very much."
Jiang Hanwei: "Don't mention it. I'll give it a try first."
Jiang Hanwei's kung fu was extremely good, and his status in the entertainment circle was also quite high. He was the big brother of the entertainment circle, so he knew a lot of people and had a lot of influence. But in the Chinese martial arts world, Jiang Hanwei's influence was not that great. He did not belong to any school or sect and used to be a member of the Huashan Sect. But due to certain reasons, he was expelled from the sect. At most, he could be considered as an abandoned disciple of the Huashan Sect, so his reputation was not very good. In the Chinese martial arts world, seniority was even more important than the entertainment circle. It was also a place where one's background was even more important than the entertainment circle. So even though the Jiang Family Style School was extremely famous in the entertainment circle and in the country, many people in the real martial arts community might not necessarily recognize him.
Sure enough, a few minutes later.
Jiang Hanwei said, "I called them, but they refused to give me face."
Xiaodong was a warm-hearted person. "Uncle Jiang, you have such a high status in the martial arts community, yet they refused to give you face? Based on what! "
Jiang Hanwei said helplessly, "The Chinese martial arts world is different from the entertainment circle. It's a more secluded martial arts community with more rules. If you violate their taboos, they might really come after you until you die. Ning Lan, I heard about the incident. Your people trampled on the Heavenly Stone that was passed down by their grandmaster? It would be strange if they didn't risk their lives with you. "
Ning Lan sighed and said, "It was a cameraman who was trying to find a good angle. In the end, he didn't know that the rock had a story behind it, so he jumped over the fence and stepped on it. We've already apologized, but it's no use. Now everyone is trapped here, and we can't get our equipment back!"
Jiang Hanwei suggested, "You guys should think of another way. I can't do anything about this matter, so I really can't help you."
Fan Wenli said, "Even calling the police was useless?"
"But you can't detain him!" Chen Guang replied.
Xiaodong: "Then what should we do?"
Ning Lan said, "The police don't dare to clash head-on with them either. The number of people in their sect is increasing, and the situation isn't looking good! Brother Jiang, you used to be a Jianghu person. What do you think we should do? "
Jiang Hanwei said, "Not even money?"
Ning Lan said, "No, they won't do it!"
Jiang Hanwei said, "This matter isn't easy to handle."
Xiaodong: Everyone, does anyone have a solution? Help Sister Ning out! "
When Zhang Ye saw this, it was already the latest news in the chat.
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