Chapter 114: Take Fang Xiaole Over
"Huang Yin?"
Fang Xiaole felt that the name was a little familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.
"Huang Yin was nominated for the best new singer last year. You may have heard her song."
"Oh, I remembered."
"Teacher Fang really knows Huang Yin. That's a predestined relationship. In fact, Huang Yin also likes your songs very much."
Chen Zhi said flatteringly: "I don't know if Teacher Fang has any new creations recently, we can..."
"I'm sorry, Manager Chen, I'm about to get on the plane, let's talk next time, sorry, thank you!"
But before Chen Zhi finished speaking, Fang Xiaole hung up the phone.
Zhang Zhiqin looked at Fang Xiaole strangely: "Brother Fang, our flight hasn't arrived yet, why do you say we're going to board the plane soon?"
"A sales call, there is no need to talk to him."
Fang Xiaole said calmly.
Fang Xiaole did remember who Huang Yin was.
During this period of time, when he had nothing to do, he went to Lin Yao and Tianhai Company's Weibo, watched Lin Yao's video, and soothed his hunger...
No, it's to soothe the gloomy mood that I haven't seen for so long.
And in the comment area of Lin Yao's Weibo, you can see Lin Yao and Huang Yin's fans fighting from time to time.
After getting to know each other, Fang Xiaole realized that Huang Yin was Lin Yao's competitor. The two had similar singing styles and had competed for many resources.
It is said that Huang Yin seems to be behind the scenes of Lin Yao being "hacked" some time ago.
This is the guy who almost caused Lin Yao to commit suicide by jumping off a building. How could Fang Xiaole tell them more?
It's not bad to hang up the phone politely!
Yunhaitai, Studio No. 2.
Huang Yin, who was putting on makeup in the lounge and was about to record "Flower Show", glanced at Chen Zhi from the mirror and asked:
"Why did it hang up so quickly?"
Chen Zhi shook his head: "Fang Xiaole said he had to catch a plane, so he hung up."
Huang Yin became anxious, raised her hand to push away the make-up artist who was painting her eyebrows, and turned to stare at Chen Zhi:
"Are you lying to me again? Don't forget, you haven't swallowed the thousand needles from last time!"
Chen Zhi spread his hands and said calmly, "I didn't lie to you last time, I did post a Weibo."
"You..." Huang Yin pointed at Chen Zhi, finally put down her hand, and continued:
"Did Fang Xiaole agree to write songs for me?"
After Lin Yao's new album became popular, Huang Yin, who originally didn't see Fang Xiaole as a grassroots creator, finally realized that the quality of the songs written by Fang Xiaole was actually so high.
So she urged her manager Chen Zhi to find Fang Xiaole's contact information, hoping to establish a relationship with Fang Xiaole and snatch this outstanding creator away from Lin Yao.
Chen Zhi obtained Fang Xiaole's mobile phone number by using his contacts on Apple TV, and thus made the phone call just now.
just didn't expect,
The first communication with Fang Xiaole was not ideal.
Chen Zhi said helplessly: "Before I started talking, someone else hung up the phone."
Huang Yin frowned and said, "Why is this happening? He should be happy that a popular singer like me took the initiative to ask him to write a song. Could it be that Lin Yao has already spent a lot of money to buy his next song in advance? gone?"
Chen Zhi thought for a while and said, "It shouldn't be that easy to create a song. Fang Xiaole has just produced three top-level works. It is impossible to write a good song all at once."
"That makes sense." Huang Yin is also a half singer-songwriter, she nodded upon hearing this, and immediately urged Chen Zhi:
"Then you call him again, and you must buy Fang Xiaole's next song before Lin Yao!"
Chen Zhi took a look at Huang Yin and thought to himself, when I reminded you of Fang Xiaole's existence, who dismissed him?
However, he still didn't say anything to stimulate her, but just persuaded:
"Haste makes waste. Your current priority is to record "Flower Show". This show has the potential to become a hit. This may be a good opportunity for you to increase your popularity."
Huang Yin's eyes widened, and she was about to speak, when the assistant director called her to record the show at the door, so Huang Yin had no choice but to say to Chen Zhi:
"I don't care, anyway, I'm going to decide on Fang Xiaole, you have to snatch him from Lin Yao!"
After finishing speaking, he walked out of the lounge, with a modest smile on his face, and said to the assistant director: "Brother Li, I'm sorry for the long wait, let's go."
Two hours later, a small airport located in a county near Nanshuangbanna.
When Fang Xiaole and Zhang Zhiqin walked out of the airport, what they saw was the customs of ethnic minorities that were completely different from Jiang Rong's.
There are no high-rise buildings, no wide eight-lane roads, and there are lush tropical plants on both sides of the roads.
The most important thing is that there are many beauties in bold and unrestrained clothes standing on the side of the road, greeting the passing passengers warmly, Zhang Zhiqin's eyes are straightened.
A beautiful woman in a midriff-baring dress saw the two of them and immediately walked up, saying in Mandarin with a strong local accent:
"Where are the two bad boys going? Take our car."
She called the two "handsome guys" on her lips, but her eyes were only on Fang Xiaole
Fang Xiaole looked at the phone map and asked, "Miaocun Road? How much?"
"I'm going." The navel-baring beauty stretched out three fingers: "Thirty."
Fang Xiaole nodded: "OK, where is the car?"
"Come with me, it's on the opposite side." The navel-baring beauty was very happy, and pointed to the front.
"Hi beauty, what's your name, can you tell me your phone number?" Zhang Zhiqin wanted to strike up a conversation, but the other party just smiled and waved his hands.
After rejecting Zhang Zhiqin, the navel-baring beauty immediately reached out to help Fang Xiaole carry the luggage: "Brother Shan, let me help you."
Zhang Zhiqin: "?"
Soon, the navel-baring beauty took the two of them onto a tricycle. The driver was a black and thick guy. She said to the driver:
"Husband, they are going to Miaojia Village."
Hei Shorthou nodded, started the tricycle without saying a word, and set off with the two of them.
Zhang Zhiqin turned her head and looked at the navel-cut beauty who was still standing there at them—in fact, she was only at Fang Xiaole—smiling and waving, as if she just had a sour lemon in her mouth.
"Fuck, why would such a beautiful woman marry an ugly man? I'm so handsome but still single?"
Without waiting for an answer, Zhang Zhiqin turned his head to look, and couldn't help asking strangely:
"Brother Fang, why do you keep checking this WeChat, Liu Fenfang...is this your girlfriend?"
From before boarding the plane to now, Zhang Zhiqin noticed that Fang Xiaole was looking at his phone from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone to send him a message.
He took a peek and found that this WeChat contact was called "Liu Fenfang". The name seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.
"Nothing, just take a look."
Fang Xiaole calmly put down her phone, turned her head and pointed out the window: "The scenery over there is nice."
Zhang Zhiqin looked along his fingers, and said strangely: "There are also cars and roads over there, so how can there be any scenery?"
…
At the same time, at the gate of the small airport, the navel-baring beauty found three guests again.
All three are women.
One of them has a slender figure and a gentle temperament. Even wearing sunglasses, she can be seen as a real beauty.
"Three unlucky girls, where are you going?" She stepped forward and asked.
"Go to Miaojia Village." A middle-aged woman with short hair said.
"Okay, please follow me, the car is over there." The navelous beauty pointed to another tricycle opposite, and led the three of them across the road.
"Sister Yao, let me help you." The three of them had a lot of luggage, and another girl with a baby face wanted to help the gentle woman carry things, but was rejected.
"It's okay, Fangfang, you've already taken so many things."
The three got on the tricycle, and the beautiful woman with her navel exposed said to a dark, tall and thin driver, "Husband, they are going to Miaojia Village."
The driver nodded, stepped on the gas pedal, and the tricycle made a chug-chug sound, carrying Lin Yao, Fang Fang and Mo Yan and galloped away.