After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 1172 Confrontation

The draft continued, and the tone and style of the judges had been set. However, a total of twelve people came on stage, and zero people remained.

The assistant director at the broadcasting desk became anxious and looked at the chief director who was looking at him leisurely and contentedly.

"Director Kong, we can't go on like this! We can't leave no one behind. So what will we do later in the show?"

Director Kong did not speak, but took a sip of tea with enjoyment, shook his head and said, "Then you go talk to Feng Yin?"

In a word, the assistant director fell silent.

He doesn't dare!
"Director Kong, I don't dare. How about you go ahead and tell me? You are the chief director, and we are not operating in secret. We just want her to lower her standards a little and select a few people."

Director Kong spat out the tea leaves in his mouth in a very down-to-earth manner, glanced at the assistant director and said, "If you don't dare, I will!"

The two of them were silent. Director Kong remained silent for a while and said, "Feng Yin is measured."

Poor Director Kong really thinks so.

The broadcast room was calm again, and the draft in the audience continued.

When Feng Yin eliminated twenty people, contestant No. 20 stood on the stage very unconvinced after being eliminated and asked loudly: "You are unfair!"

Just as the man finished shouting, Feng Yin's sharp gaze fell on him.

She picked up the phone and asked in a cold voice: "What's unfair?"

The man felt very uncomfortable being looked at by Feng Yin, but he still fought for himself and said: "I think I can sing very well!"

"very good?"

The rising tone of Feng Yin made people feel chilly.

"The third line of the song, the wrong pitch, the end of the fourth round...the first line of the chorus...is this a good call?"

Feng Yin was like a precise computer, throwing questions to the boy standing on the stage. The boy didn't expect Feng Yin to be so critical, and said harshly: "Singing can't be exactly the same. Everyone has their own feelings, so I'm not wrong."

"Humph!"

Feng Yin snorted unabashedly, and said in an even colder voice: "You can have some insights, but you haven't reached that level, and you can't even perform basic copy singing. It means that your basic skills are not up to par. If you have a special The voice is fine, but it’s a pity that you don’t have it.”

"Next person."

Feng Yin knew that she had eliminated so many people, and some people must be dissatisfied. Answering the man's question was also an answer to those who had been eliminated before.

The man was told by Feng Yin that he didn't know what to say. Finally, in a weak situation, he managed to make up for himself and said: "I'm sorry, I'm a little young and frivolous."

Feng Yin, who had his head lowered, raised his head again, looked at the man with cold eyes and said, "Young and frivolous people must first have capital, which you don't have! Also, this is a draft, and I only know that the winner takes all."

"Next person!"

The host comes on again, super fast.

He always had the feeling that if he didn't come up, someone would splatter blood on the spot.

The man was sent off by the host, his face turned red, and he was so depressed and angry that she refused to leave.

He wanted to see who could pass the draft today!

If that person can't convince him, he will definitely say on the Internet that this draft is fake and a secret operation!
He is not the only one with this mentality, and several people who were eliminated before are also staying, waiting to see who will be selected.

The twenty-fifth contestant came on stage, a young girl who looked like she was still in school.

"Hello everyone, my name is Xu Muqing, I am nineteen years old this year."

Feng Yin nodded and signaled the girl to start.