Since the appearance fee has increased, Han Jue, who has never liked to drink, rarely has the chance to enter the bar.

“This bar opens during the day?”

Han Jue got out of the car, looked at the signboard of the somewhat old-fashioned [Stone Bar], and asked Zhang Zishang.

Zhang Zishang walked a few steps in front of Han Jue, looking a little nervous and his behavior was a little less flexible. After hearing Han Jue’s question, he turned half of his body and showed a flawed smile at Han Jue, saying, “This store should be open.”

[It seems to be something within the plan.] Han Jue didn't know what Zhang Zishang was going to do, but he didn't care, so he followed him.

From the outside to the inside, you need to pass through a dark corridor. The corridor is made of wooden structure, with railings, floors, and wood. People will make a creaking sound when passing by. There are some posters of celebrities on the wall, and the lights are just above the poster to illuminate the poster, but the lights are not turned on at this time. The stars on the poster are particularly gloomy, making Han Jue think he is preparing to enter a haunted house.

Fortunately, the more you go in, the more you can hear the movement from the inside. The keen Han Jue even faintly heard the [puff] sound of the microphone being slapped by his hands and the noise of many people.

【Testing a microphone?】

【There is a performance?】

Questions arose one after another.

When Han Jue entered the bar, he saw a brightly lit stage, and there were people carrying cameras on and off the stage. Before Han Jue could figure out the group of people, he heard a loud and joyful voice in his ears.

This voice is the most familiar voice in this world, and you will not hear it wrong. Even though the tones may be similar in the vast crowd, the excitement tone, the cute and silly ending sound, and the unique title make Han Jue never admit it wrong.

"Uncle!"

Han Jue looked over with the sound source and saw a jumping figure on the side of the stage.

The red hair rose up like a flame, penetrated half of the bar and burned into Han Jue's heart.

Zhang Zishang, who was observing Han Jue's expression at the side, almost watched Han Jue's expression, and within half a second, he switched from a lazy and indifferent face to a warm smile on his face.

Seeing that the killer move appeared, he added a [gentle] state to Han Jue's devil, weakening his domineering aura. Zhang Zishang quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He felt that he had finally found an effective way to deal with Han Juexing, and finally he was not defeated.

Since someone is here, Huang Jin is planning to use the songs to convince Zhang Yiman, so he can't perform them for the time being.

Huang Jin walked down on the stage and greeted Zhang Zishang and the others with a smile.

"Brother Jin!" Zhang Zishang was very excited, with tears flashing in the corners of his eyes. Seeing Huang Jin was like a young wife who had suffered a lot of grievances and saw her mother's family.

"Uncle!~" Zhang Yiman was also very excited. Han Jue was the only one in her eyes. When Han Jue came over, she was like a little bee and circled around Han Jue, happily asking uncle in a raised tone. Why did you come? Why didn't you say anything when you come? Should she be surprised? She likes such surprises very much in the future...

As Huang Jin said before, she began to feel that the bar was bright and brilliant.

After the four of them took their seats, they began to record together.

Huang Jinxian explained to Han Jue: "When I was chatting with Zishang yesterday, I realized that we had an appointment very close. I told him that we would just record together and put [working couples] together in the same frame. So don't blame Zishang, I asked him to bring you secretly."

Han Jue felt the naughty and restless little hand in his palm, nodded, not intending to understand what the real situation was, and expressed his acceptance of this unexpected arrangement.

Next, Huang Jin acted very consciously as the host of the field control and asked Zhang Zishang and Han Jue: "How are you discussing? Have you settled the style of the music?"

Zhang Zishang touched the teacup with both hands and stuttered: "I haven't discussed that yet."

"What does it mean before we discuss that step yet? Isn't Qu Feng the first one discussing?" Huang Jin was shocked when he heard this, and put his fingers together Zhang Zishang who was sitting next to him and Han Jue who was sitting opposite him, "Then what have you discussed?"

Zhang Zishang blinked and stopped talking, so it was only for Han Jue to say.

Han Jue said with great confidence that they had not yet reached a consensus: "We have not reached a consensus on the issue of [who will lead in the creative process]."

Huang Jin, who has played several [Concert Special] and worked with various music creators, didn’t understand: “Isn’t it good for two people to lead together? This is cooperation, cooperation and running-in is also part of cooperation.”

Zhang Zishang nodded desperately, especially agreeing with Huang Jin's words.

Before, he was alone with Han Jue, Zhang Zishang felt like a fly that was firmly stuck with glue. Now with Huang Jin, he hopes that Huang Jin can teach Han Jue’s music [Concert Special], not like this.

But Han Jue was not under much pressure when facing Huang Jin's questions. He took a sip of water and said, "The problem is that he has no idea and just wants to win the first place. If he doesn't expect a good ranking, it's okay to play [Happy Music] slowly. However, if he wants to win the first place, there will only be one sound from beginning to end, which is efficient and guaranteed."

Although Han Jue didn't say it, his [only one voice] is actually [only listen to me].

[Protect?] After Huang Jin finished listening, he felt that Han Jue was too proud, making him look like he could win the first place after listening to his words. You should know that there were several good songs from the previous [Concert Special] collaborations. Even if the creator is famous, no one is sure that he can win the first place.

"Xiaoman, what do you think?" Huang Jin was really not suitable for saying something harsh, so he asked Zhang Yiman, hoping that Zhang Yiman could persuade her boyfriend.

Zhang Yiman's expression was very embarrassing.

"It's okay," Huang Jin encouraged, "You just want to tell the truth, don't be afraid."

Since Huang Jin said so, Zhang Yiman told the truth: "I think the uncle is right."

"...Hmm?" Huang Jin still kept a smile on his face.

"I think the uncle is right!" Zhang Yiman thought Huang Jin didn't hear it clearly, so he said it again, his tone was firmer and his volume was higher.

"No," Huang Jin looked ridiculous, "What's the right thing about him? Where is it? Xiaoman, you can't favor him so much just because you are a boyfriend! We are now a group partner!"

But Zhang Yiman said this not all because she wanted to stand at her uncle unconditionally. At the same time, she really felt that Han Jue was right: "From the style of the music to the theme to the lyrics and music, if you listen to the uncle, you will definitely get good results. Oh, your program team is really annoying. Invite the uncle over to compete with me. Otherwise, I can ask the uncle for the song. The first place is me and the uncle."

Huang Jin's face was full of question marks, and his already abstract appearance made him look even more abstract.

The most depressing thing at this time was Zhang Zishang, his killer weapon that he had high hopes for... he easily ran to the enemy camp.

[I'm so stupid!] Zhang Zishang sent a text message to Zhang Yiman a few days ago, saying that it would prompt her and Han Jue to meet more in "Extreme Man". Zhang Yiman replied, expressing his happiness. Zhang Zishang continued, hoping that she would help him say good things in front of Han Jue. Zhang Yiman agreed.

As a result, today Zhang Yiman taught Zhang Zishang such a heavy and free lesson.

Zhang Yiman continued on the other side: "And it is also important to keep a sound. Take my affairs with Teacher Huang just now. We discussed it for more than an hour just to discuss whether to make dance music. In the end, we still didn't make a decision. The efficiency was too low."

Huang Jin was very excited when he heard this: "It's very inefficient after nothing has been decided! I didn't perform it just now. You will definitely agree to choose a dance music when I finish performing it!"

Huang Jin said that, and then stepped aside, trying to go over Zhang Zishang to go out to the stage to finish singing the song that was not performed. Finally, Zhang Zishang persuaded him to come back.

"What kind of music would you do if the branch merchant listened to you completely?"

Huang Jin didn't expect Zhang Yiman, who had already made a deviant position, and planned to help his younger brother ask for an explanation himself.

"Now there is only a rough direction and specific music style, and he still needs to test his singing skills." Han Jue glanced at Zhang Zishang, who was pretending to be a quail.

"What about you, Zishang," Huang Jin asked Zhang Zishang, "What kind of music do you want to make?"

"Ah, I..." Zhang Zishang hesitated for a while, unable to say anything.

Huang Jin sighed in his heart, thinking that this child really had no idea. No wonder Han Jue planned to take over the big bag.

Huang Jin patted Zhang Zishang on the back and asked, "Then let's not ask about the music style for now. What effect do you hope this concert will achieve?"

The effect Zhang Zishang hoped to achieve was of course that he became popular and became popular after singing.

But I can't say that, otherwise Han Jue's fist would fall.

Zhang Zishang thought for a while before saying, "I hope that after singing, it will impress the audience... It's not the kind of funny impression! It's the kind of depth of the song itself."

"Don't you have any ideas? Why didn't you say it just now?" Han Jue's expression made people unable to tell his current mood.

Zhang Zishang didn't say anything because he didn't dare to say that this was what he thought of after being forced into a hurry.

"Look, Zishang only has such an expectation and is impressed by his deep impression, and it does not limit you to play any music style for him. He has really made a lot of concessions." Huang Jin persuaded Zhang Zishang with great sincerity.

Zhang Zishang nodded desperately.

"The lyrics, music, and even arrangements and choreography are left to you. The sub-sellers will not interfere. There is only one voice." Huang Jin said this and glanced at Zhang Zishang. Zhang Zishang nodded without objection. "The only thing is that you have to let the sub-sellers like it first and feel deeply impressed. Is this okay?"

Huang Jin had tried his best to negotiate the conditions for Zhang Zishang and directly took the place of him.

Zhang Zishang nodded desperately, nodded desperately.

[You have to make him like it first and feel impressed?] Han Jue thought.

This is a very subjective judgment and an obvious trap. If other producers agree, they will probably deal with Party A. But this requirement is not difficult for Han Jue. A bunch of high-quality works are lying on the computer, and they are not afraid that the other party will not like it, but they are afraid that they like too much.

Han Jue also knew that if he did not give in at all, the longer he would be entangled, the contrary to his principle of saving time.

so……

"OK."

Han Jue agreed.

Zhang Zishang and Huang Jin breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Zhang Zishang looked at Huang Jin gratefully, and Huang Jin, the good-looking man, just smiled, not caring too much about how much gratitude and reward Zhang Zishang could get from this simple work.

"Okay, let's discuss our own next." Huang Jin greeted Zhang Yiman, who had been eating fruit plates.

"Don't make dance music." Zhang Yiman replied without raising her head.

"Come on!" Huang Jin took off his coat and threw it hard on his seat, shouting: "I will convince you with dance songs!"

After Huang Jin finished speaking, he walked past Zhang Zishang with difficulty and walked up the stage. He seemed to be very determined and could not stop him.

The equipment on the stage had been debugged just now. Huang Jin connected his mobile phone and the speaker, and the music of a gas station with ten yuan was heard on the spot, with a hundred [Annual Dance Music].

Huang Jin danced several songs in a row, but Zhang Yiman was unmoved. He frowned and shook his head very hard, and his attitude even refused the dance music.

Later, the atmosphere became lively. Zhang Zishang was called to the stage to sing, and then Zhang Yiman. A group of people, you sing one song after another on the stage, making it the same as a small concert.

Han Jue didn't participate, and he sat down under him in most cases.

It was time to go slowly and the bar was about to open, so it was almost time for them to leave.

Zhang Yiman couldn't bear to leave so quickly, so he asked Han Jue to sing a song too.

"Sing one song~ uncle!" Zhang Yiman pulled Han Jue's arm, feeling that it would be a disadvantage if he didn't hear Han Jue's voice today, "Just one song after another~"

Han Jue couldn't bear Zhang Yiman's attitude of crawling on him again, so he quickly agreed.

"What are you singing?" Han Jue asked as he walked.

"I want to listen to "Boy"~" Zhang Yiman stood on the side of the stage, resting his elbows on the stage, holding his chin with both hands looking up at Han Jue on the stage.

Huang Jin next to him thought to himself that the song "Boy" does not seem to be in Han Jue's works list, so was it not published, or was it already published by someone else?

Han Jue looked down at Zhang Yiman, who was like a flower, and smiled and said, "I won't sing "Boy" today, I will sing another song."

"What is it?" Zhang Yiman smiled like a flower.
Chapter completed!