Entertainment: I treat you as my sister, but you want to pick on me?

What should I do in the face of a bad performer who is also a heavenly king?
Jiang Yan looked at Ji Xuemin, he had just become a gold medal lyricist, and he was in the limelight, if he was questioned because of Ji Xuemin, the lyrics association established by himself and Quan Yongsi would definitely be affected.

After drawing lots, Jiang Yan invited Ji Xuemin to the backstage lounge.

Mourn and decadence, these are the two temperaments that Jiang Yan found most prominent when observing Ji Xuemin closely.

50 years old, unkempt and unshaven, it is hard to imagine that this is a king.

"Hello, Teacher Ji."

Jiang Yan greeted politely.

"Hello, can I smoke?" Ji Xuemin asked.

"Okay, just open the door."

Jiang Yan was thinking about how to continue the chat.

The reason for Ji Xuemin's bad behavior has long been made public, and it is nothing more than divorcing his wife. This knot has not been resolved for so many years.

It is impossible for me to help Ji Xuemin open this knot. After all, Ji Xuemin is in his 50s and he is only 20 years old. He has experienced much more emotions than himself.

"I will cooperate with your work." Ji Xuemin smoked fiercely, took two deep puffs, and then threw the cigarette into the ashtray.

"I joined this show just for money. I'm poor, and I can't eat my next meal, but it doesn't mean that I'm an entertainer without professional ethics. Since I participated in this show, I will work hard."

Ji Xuemin said.

Hearing what Ji Xuemin had said, Jiang Yan's worries disappeared, and he thought that Ji Xuemin would not cooperate with the show.

And the poor in Ji Xuemin's mouth does not mean it literally. With his title of Heavenly King, he earns at least one million yuan for participating in a commercial performance. If I remember correctly, the appearance fee of "Hey Singing" is 300 million yuan for the first episode of "Hey Sing".

"I hope to have a pleasant cooperation with Mr. Ji."

"Well, it's a pleasure to work together!"

After Ji Xuemin left, Jiang Yan took out his phone and searched for Ji Xuemin's songs.

What's interesting is that Ji Xuemin's singing is divided into two stages, before the divorce and after the divorce. The styles of the songs before the divorce are varied, including rock, folk, and rap, with a delicate and gentle voice.

After the divorce, Ji Xuemin's singing style has changed drastically. With this thick voice, he looks like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life. He doesn't have any singing skills, but he has a good sense of rhythm.

Jiang Yan looked at the ashtray on the table, Ji Xuemin was much more difficult than Hu Yuanliang.

Hu Yuanliang's singing style is obvious, but Ji Xuemin's is completely different. Finding a song that suits him requires careful consideration and slow thinking.

After leaving the TV station and returning to the hotel, Jiang Yan took a shower first.

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Hearing the knock on the door, Jiang Yan opened the door.

"Boss, the investigation of Fang Yuande's hobbies is almost complete. He likes to drink tea very much and has a collection of calligraphy and paintings of famous people." Lu Lesheng said.

"Well, I'll leave this to you."

Jiang Yan sat on the sofa.

"That night I will find Fang Yuande and persuade him to join your Lyricist Association." Lu Lesheng said.

Fang Yuande was in a good mood, he got the first-line singer Chang Hongcai.

Chang Hongcai is good at love songs, and he is also good at writing love songs. The two have collaborated before, and Fang Yuande is bound to win the second issue of "Hey Sing", and there will be no mismatch in style.

"Mr. Fang, you were really huge last night."

Seeing Lu Lesheng who came to him suddenly and flattered him as soon as he came up, Fang Yuande put his eyes on Lu Lesheng's hands, to be precise, those two beautifully packaged gift boxes.

"Mr. Lu, what can I do for you?" Fang Yuande asked, slowly operating the tea making equipment he brought.

"I had a great drink with Mr. Fang yesterday, and I want to continue drinking tonight."

Lu Lesheng randomly placed the gift box on the table.

"I don't know anything about making tea. Mr. Fang looks very professional." Lu Lesheng continued to flatter without leaving a trace.

"It's just a little bit of experience. Making tea is nothing more than three steps, ironing the pot, setting the tea, warming the cup, and two brewing methods, high brewing and low brewing."

Fang Yuande made tea while explaining.

"I don't know how to drink tea. My friend gave me a few cans of tea. Since Mr. Fang knows so well, why don't I give it to you." Lu Lesheng opened the first gift box.

The gift box was beautifully packaged, and there were six cans of tea lying quietly, and suddenly the whole air was filled with a faint, pleasant smell of tea.

The corners of Fang Yuande's mouth twitched violently, his eyes sparkled.

Six cans of tea, one can of Huangshan top grade Maofeng, one can of Taiping Houkui, eighteen imperial dragon wells, and three cans of Dahongpao, the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain.

"It's too precious." Fang Yuande's face trembled violently.

Take the Dahongpao mother tree in Wuyi Mountain as an example. It was once sold at a price of 1040 million per kilogram, but there are only three or six Dahongpao mother trees in Wuyi Mountain.

These six cans of tea are worth 500 million at least.

"I don't understand. Drinking it is a waste of money. Why don't you give it to Mr. Fang who knows how to do it?" Lu Lesheng said.

Lu Lesheng had expected Fang Yuande's expression when he saw the tea leaves.

Fang Yuande was silent.

"Then can I buy it? Buy it for 500 million." Fang Yuande suggested.

I bought it for 600 million.

Lu Lesheng complained in his heart.

"Here is also a piece of calligraphy written by Xie Guoyuan, the president of the Writers Association. Would you like to appreciate it?" Lu Lesheng changed the subject and opened another gift box.

Xie Guoyuan's calligraphy?

Fang Yuande was struck by lightning, Xie Guoyuan, the president of the Writers Association, is recognized as a master of calligraphy in the world.

However, Xie Guoyuan hated the behavior of selling his paintings. From then on, he wrote a copy and burned a copy, even if he gave it away, he would not stamp it.

And Lu Lesheng's calligraphy of Xie Guoyuan was stamped.

"Mr. Lu, what do you want to do?" Two people appeared above Fang Yuande's head, an angel and a demon.

The angel said: "I can't accept it. If you accept it, Fang Yuande I's fame will be ruined!"

The devil said: "Take it, it doesn't matter, no one knows anyway, it's normal to ask someone to do something and receive a gift, you are not a saint, why bother?"

"I want Teacher Fang to join Quan Yongsi's Lyricist Association!" Lu Lesheng went straight to the point, believing that Fang Yuande had already guessed it when he saw him.

Everyone tacitly agreed, depending on the gift they prepared, Fang Yuande was not satisfied.

"Why did you choose me?" Fang Yuande asked.

Lu Lesheng hesitated to tell the truth.

"First, Teacher Fang is the least likely person to join the new Lyricist Association, because Teacher Fang has a deep affection for the old Lyricist Association, and it can be said that he has witnessed the growth of the Old Lyricist Association."

"Second, Mr. Fang and Mr. Quan are the most famous lyricists. I actually admire Mr. Fang, especially Mr. Fang's promise that he will donate 50.00% of the income from writing songs to the Autism Relief Association."

"If Teacher Fang is willing to join the new Lyricist Association, more and more lyricists will follow!"

Lu Lesheng told the truth that Fang Yuande had autism when he was a child, which he personally admitted in the interview.

Seeing Fang Yuande's hesitant expression, Lu Lesheng frowned.

"I'm willing to give Teacher Fang another 300 million as a favor, including these six cans of tea leaves, and this pair of Xie Guoyuan's stamped calligraphy!"