"Dear, you don't need to put on makeup. Let's go." Feng Yu was waiting at the door and saw Li Na carefully drawing on her eyebrows.
Why is there a need to put on makeup when eating with Wen Dongjun and Liu Kun's wife?
Feng Yu was thinking if he should hire two makeup artists for his wife. This way, she will not have to redo her makeup if she is not satisfied with it. She needs at least half an hour to comb her hair!
After almost half an hour, Li Na came out. Luckily, Feng Yu had gotten a professional to help Li Na match her clothes. The matching clothes, shoes, bag, etc. were all placed together. There will not be any mistakes.
In the car, Feng Yu found out that Liu Kun's wife was also in the research field. Usually, she does not wear makeup even more than her teacher, Li Na. But that day, she had put on makeup for her cousin's wedding. She looks like a different person and looks 10 years younger.
From then on, Li Na felt the need to put on makeup. Also, she does not need to put on makeup like before. She must put on a lot of makeup!
During dinner, Li Na noticed that she was the only one who put on makeup seriously. Zhang Han and Liu Kun's wife only put on a lot of makeup.
Liu Kun had just completed a research project, and it was very successful. This project brought in more than 10 million RMB of profits for the research institute. According to the rules, he will also get a high bonus and can rest for a period of time. He does not need to work overtime from now until Lunar New Year.
It had been a long time since everyone gathered together. Feng Yu was free, and Wen Dongjun and Li Na did not work overtime. Only Liu Kun and his wife had not met for almost half a year.
Feng Yu does not like to eat with his business partners or subordinates. Those people always talk about work. It was more comfortable to eat with Wen Dongjun and his wife. Everyone can talk about interesting things.
This time, Wen Dongjun and his wife did not bring their children along. After dinner, they decided to look for some entertainment.
"Let's find a place to sing. I have not sung for a long time." Liu Kun suggested.
"Hahaha, it just so happens that I want to show off my voice. Feng Yu, arrange a recording studio. "Wen Dongjun acted like a famous singer.
This guy's singing was terrible, and his voice wasn't very good either. That time, he insisted on singing with Feng Yu, and Feng Yu brought him to a recording studio owned by the Chinese Brothers. That professional equipment allowed many ordinary singers to sing much more beautifully.
For Wen Dongjun's voice, the improvement was even greater. In the end, Wen Dongjun fell in love with this place. When it comes to singing, he would ask Feng Yu to bring him to the recording studio.
Even if Wen Dongjun wanted to pay, no one would let him use the big recording studio. He also despised the small recording studio. Those were places for second and third-rate singers to practice. The facilities were too ordinary!
Feng Yu made a phone call and asked someone to arrange a recording studio.
This was Beijing's biggest recording studio. There were many recording studios, and one of the biggest recording studios was used by a popular Hong Kong singer. He was interrupted and asked to change to a smaller recording studio.
"What's wrong with you all? I am here to record my new song. This is the title song of my new album. I heard the facilities here are good, and you all are professional. I am not even done recording. Why do I need to change rooms?" The singer was unhappy.
"Mr. Chen, I am sorry. We have something urgent. Someone wants to use this recording studio. I will get my men to reserve this recording studio for you tomorrow. You can use it for free for one day. "The person in charge said.
Chen Gexing was even more unhappy when he heard what the person in charge said. Someone wants to use this recording studio, and I have to give it to him? Doesn't this mean that my status is lower than that person?
Chen Gexing felt that he was not inferior to anyone among the Chinese singers. Last year, he had won all the awards in the Chinese singing industry. He was also a judge in a few variety shows. Who can make him give up his seat?!
"Director Yang, tell me. Who wants to use this recording studio?"
Director Yang looked at Chen Gexing coldly. "Our boss wants to use it. What else do you want to say?"
What kind of attitude is this? I got you a recording studio and promised you that you can use it for free tomorrow, and you're still not satisfied? You want to behave atrociously? Look at where you are!
Chen Gexing was about to say something when he saw a few people enter the recording studio. They were holding … fruit platters?
This was a recording studio. The equipment inside was so expensive. How could they bring this kind of thing inside! For singers like them to record their songs, the cups they used for drinking water had to have lids. They were not allowed to stand near the equipment and open the lids for fear of water dripping onto the equipment.
Not only did he see a fruit platter, but he also saw someone carrying some beer in. Was this a KTV?
"Take your people and things out. I'll arrange for someone to clean up this place."
Seeing CEO Yang's attitude, Chen Gexing knew that he could not afford to offend this person. He could only obediently pack his things and leave.
Half an hour later, a few Songjiang Motors cars stopped in front of the recording studio, and three couples walked in.
"Director Feng, this way please. The elevator is ready for you." CEO Yang personally led the way. He was a different person from when he was talking to Chen Gexing just now!
Upstairs, CEO Yang led them all the way to the recording studio. He even asked Feng Yu if he needed a recording engineer.
Before Feng Yu could say anything, Wen Dongjun shouted that he wanted a recording engineer. He had brought the song he recorded back to the unit and played it for a long time. If he had not gone to KTV with his colleagues and revealed his true colors, he would have been crowned as the God of Singing!
That recording engineer was not only there to record the songs. He was also there to pick the songs. At the same time, he could also give Wen Dongjun some hints to tell him when to enter the song.
"Eh, Dongjun's singing has become much better." Li Na, who was sitting outside, was surprised.
Feng Yu threw a grape into his mouth: "Look at that recording engineer's expression. You should know what it feels like to listen to Wen Dongjun's voice through the earphones."
"Really?" Li Na walked over curiously. She picked up a headset beside the sound engineer and put it on. Her expression instantly became extremely interesting.
She waved at Zhang Han, and Zhang Han also put on the earphones. Then, Liu Kun and his wife did the same. Everyone then realized that Wen Dongjun's voice did not change at all. It was just that the recording engineer had adjusted his voice.
After Wen Dongjun finished his song, he came out proudly: "How is it? Are you impressed by my voice?"
Zhang Han patted the back of the recording engineer's chair: "Can you play his voice again? I want the original version without any accompaniment."
The recording engineer looked at Zhang Han awkwardly: "Are you sure?" It would be very awkward if that was played!
Zhang Han nodded: "I am sure. That is my husband."
When the off-key voice was played, the smile on Wen Dongjun's face froze: "This is my singing?"
Feng Yu tried to hold back his laughter: "You really think your singing is that good? I told you to learn from a professional teacher. At least you can learn some techniques, but you think you are a genius. You even said that hard work is useful. What's the use of geniuses? Now I understand. There might be geniuses, but obviously, you are not one. "
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