Huayu 2005: Chat groups are full of real celebrities

The agreement on promoting the blog and making investments has been reached.

For a fleeting moment, Jiang Bei genuinely lost his composure.

It's not because of 200,000.

It's not because of 300,000.

He had lived two lives, and this was the first time someone was willing to invest real money to believe in his future.

This feeling is heavier than the numbers in the account.

It felt like a stone had fallen to the ground, or like a mountain had pressed down on us.

Liu Yifei glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips, deliberately pouting:

"Promising."

"You're getting this worked up over such a small amount of money?"

Little did she know that Jiang Bei had spent the last two lifetimes either worrying about money or on his way to worrying about money.

The total balance in my bank account is less than one-tenth of what it is today.

Thinking of this, he suddenly picked up the guitar next to him.

"Wait a minute."

"Let me take a moment."

The next second, a finger swept across the strings, and an extremely captivating melody instantly floated out.

"I made money! I made money!"

"I don't even know how to spend it—"

"I'll buy a Nokia in my left hand and a Motorola in my right—"

A serious expression paired with a serious off-key singing.

The entire rented room fell silent for a second.

Followed by.

"puff--"

Liu Yifei was the first to break down in laughter.

I almost choked on the water I had just drunk.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Jiangbei, what the hell is this?!"

She laughed so hard she curled up into the sofa, tears welling up in her eyes.

Shu Chang pursed his lips, his shoulders trembling slightly, unable to hide the smile in his eyes, and silently thought to himself:

Sure enough, a programmer's seriousness usually doesn't last more than three seconds.

Liu Yifei laughed so hard she slapped the sofa:

"Don't sing this song."

"If our class monitor (Zhu Yiwen) sings it, it'll definitely be a hit!"

Jiang Bei's eyes lit up immediately: "That makes sense."

The 12530 plan originally included bringing along two more artists.

As a shareholder, Shu Chang naturally couldn't escape responsibility.

As for Zhu Yiwen...

We could totally bring them over and try this comedic approach.

It's because that guy keeps making fun of me in the group chat every day.

With that in mind, Jiang Bei had already quietly added Zhu Yawen to the special training list.

……

After the song ended, the atmosphere in the room came alive.

The slightly somber atmosphere that had been during the investment discussion earlier dissipated.

Jiang Bei let out a soft breath and straightened the guitar again.

The fingers paused on the strings for two seconds.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

The next moment, a gentle prelude began to flow.

"The Brightest Star in the Night Sky" played again.

In that instant, the entire room seemed to fall silent.

Compared to the song "I Made Money" from earlier.

At this moment, Jiangbei seemed like a completely different person.

His deep voice carried a slight hoarseness.

There's also an indescribable sense of story behind it.

The original owner was a bar singer, and her singing skills were always quite good.

Now, it also incorporates the experience of music variety show producers from Jiangbei for more than ten years.

His control over the emotions, breath, layers, and rhythm of songs far surpasses that of his peers.

These things may not necessarily change his voice, but they are enough to ensure that every lyric is sung to its proper place.

So, after the first sentence was uttered, the smile on Liu Yifei's face slowly faded.

As she spoke the second sentence, she instinctively sat up straight.

When the chorus started, she had already forgotten that she had just been laughing.

He simply gazed silently at Jiangbei, his eyes growing increasingly serious.

On the other side, it was also the first time that Shu Chang had truly heard Jiang Bei sing a complete song.

She finally understood why Sisi, who always had very high standards, would come to this inconspicuous little rented room again and again.

This person is definitely something.

Moreover, there was more than she had imagined.

She suddenly looked down at the contract on the table, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

This investment of 200,000 doesn't seem so bad...

……

The song faded away slowly, the last note dissipated, and the room returned to silence.

No one applauded, and no one spoke.

The two girls remained immersed in the emotions created by the song, unable to pull themselves away for a long time.

until--

Jiang Bei put down his guitar, looked up, and said in a serious tone, "It's your turn."

"..."

Liu Yifei froze instantly.

After she got back yesterday, she actually practiced secretly.

Practice is one thing, but to actually sing it in front of Jiangbei...

It's still completely different.

She lowered her head and clenched the hem of her clothes, her ears gradually turning red.

The feeling was like when you were in school, you had prepared the answers, but the teacher suddenly called on you to stand up and answer a question.

I was nervous and a little embarrassed.

Shu Chang looked at her, couldn't help but smile, and gently touched her arm.

"Sissi, it's your turn."

"Don't be a coward, go for it!"

Liu Yifei pursed her lips and gave Jiang Bei a slight glare.

That look seemed to say—

It's all your fault.

But the next second, she took a light breath, sat up straight, as if to encourage herself.

"You're not allowed to laugh at me for a moment."

One sentence made Jiang Bei burst out laughing.

The contrast between Ya Hua Zi's arrogant yet insecure demeanor is just too striking.

Liu Yifei's beautiful eyes widened immediately: "Still laughing?"

The fiercer she was, the harder Jiang Bei laughed.

Even Shu Chang, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but chuckle, covering his mouth and letting out a soft laugh.

Liu Yifei's face turned even redder, and she glared at the two of them angrily, looking like she was about to give up at any moment.

Jiangbei immediately raised his hands in surrender:

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore."

"Let's get to work."

As he spoke, he picked up his guitar again, gently strummed the strings twice, and a clear prelude slowly flowed out.

He sang two lines first, then looked up and gestured, "It's your turn."

Liu Yifei nodded gently, took a deep breath, and slowly began to speak:

"The brightest star in the night sky, can you hear me—"

The singing began, and the room fell silent.

Shu Chang listened very attentively.

Jiangbei remained silent.

Before the song was even finished, he had already begun to subconsciously analyze it.

This is a professional instinct honed over a decade of experience as a music producer.

The pitch is good.

The rhythm was also very steady.

Although the breath was raw, there were no obvious problems.

At least, there are no basic errors such as being out of tune or rushing the beat.

But the more Jiang Bei listened, the deeper his brows furrowed.

The problem isn't with technique, but with voice and expression.

Her voice was clean and pleasant, like a spring without any impurities.

But it's just too clean—so clean that it leaves no trace.

To be more precise, when she sings, it's as if she's carefully trying to hit every note accurately; the melody is very steady and clean.

However, she didn't truly express her own emotions or her understanding of the song in her singing.

Others may hear the melody, but it's hard to remember who is singing it.

this is the key of the problem.

Techniques can be practiced, breath control can be practiced, and articulation, resonance, and breathing can all be taught little by little.

But emotions and expressions...

More often than not, it is an externalization of personal experience and understanding.

It is difficult to quantify and also difficult to standardize training.

Thinking of this, Jiang Bei breathed a sigh of relief.

He had originally planned to mold her into a professional singer.

In retrospect, it was completely unnecessary.

Her strength has never been in technique.

But it lies in her as a person, and in her established public labels.

As long as you truly "sing in" these things.

enough.

……

After the song ended, the room fell silent again.

Liu Yifei kept secretly observing Jiang Bei's expression.

Seeing that he remained expressionless from beginning to end, she felt increasingly uneasy.

She pursed her lips slightly:

"What's wrong?"

"I...sing badly?"