Chapter 133

The lounge can only hear the faint sound of music, and the applause rises and falls. The first player has stepped down, because it is the penultimate game, and the host continues to play up the tense atmosphere.

"Today is a warm-up for the next game. It's as wonderful as the final." Lei Jia said with a smile that in this competition, he has experienced the most finals. He has been a guest judge since the first season. This is the third season. There are many singers coming and going on this stage, but only one person he is most optimistic about.

Li Manli followed Lei Jia's words and said, "Mr. Lei, let's comment on our singers."

Lei Jia smiled simply and honestly, "I don't dare to comment. They are all excellent singers. Those who can stay in this game are very excellent, but I have been optimistic about Han Mo since the first game. He really didn't disappoint the audience. Chang Hao is also very good. Let's see the tenacity of an old singer. "

Zhai Xu is good at steering the wheel when the wind blows. He was afraid of Han Mo's sharp edge before, so he often suppressed Han Mo in words. At the moment, the development of Han Mo can't be controlled by a few words. Therefore, Zhai Xushi must know what to say on this table. He didn't refute Lei Jia's words, echoed, "all singers played well, I hope every singer can maintain his level and enter the next finals. "

Shuya hoped that Han Mo would win, but she was very cautious. Like Zhai Xu, she said that every player was good and hoped that everyone would continue to work hard.

The second singer has come to this stage, and the singers have a good attitude. As ye Lizhi often said, as long as he can stick to the last game and fill 10 games, his goal has been completed. As for the number of nouns, it is not important, mainly showing his face.

The foreign aid band invited by Chang Hao arrived. Because others had other performances, it was not the TV station they came with Chang Hao. It came in from the door when it was close to the waiting.

The leader's surname is Wu, ranking fifth among his peers, so everyone calls him Lao Wu.

Lao Wu is tall and strong, with long hair, a little natural curl, and very stylish behind his head. He first played rock and roll with Meng Si's brother Meng Chen at the same time. He has a solid musical foundation than Meng Chen. His parents don't care much about him, and there is no objection from his family. He has devoted himself to playing music all these years. Now he is doing behind the scenes music production, which is top in the industry, I was often invited to be responsible for the music guidance of some music programs and competitions. This time I brought my own band, purely personal feelings.

Seeing Lao Wu coming in, Chang Hao suddenly stretched his expression and waved, "Lao Wu, coming."

Lao Wu chuckled and gave a light "um".

Chang Hao patted the sofa beside him and motioned for Lao Wu to go. Lao Wu was not polite and sat down on the sofa.

Other musicians and assistants of the band came in with them. In an instant, the lounge was filled with people sitting on the sofa and chairs.

Lao Wu was forthright and did not pay so much attention. He stretched out his two long legs and leaned against the back of the sofa in a standard paralytic posture.

The equipment has been adjusted before coming out. When I went to the lounge, I took it out and checked it again. Now there's nothing wrong. I said leisurely, "are you the last one to play?"

He didn't know much about the program and didn't pay attention to it. He knew it was to help Chang Hao comeback. It was not difficult to think of a program full of new people. Chang Hao should be sure.

"Brother Hao is the penultimate player." The little assistant interrupted.

Lao Wu suddenly sat up, frowned with two thick eyebrows, and then smiled and said, "Lao Chang, have you been crushed by a new man?" The rest of the band in the lounge laughed.

Chang Hao smiled bitterly and didn't speak.

The little assistant shouted in an unconvinced voice, "it's not our brother Hao's problem. It's Han Mo who relies on his agent's strength, all kinds of hype, Bo's attention, Bo's position, and the public judges are not professional musicians. Naturally, it's difficult to be fair.

Voting with public judges is not an original way to "find a good voice". Many competition programs use this way. In fact, compared with the so-called professional judges, this kind of voting is more fair. There are only three or four professional judges for a program, which is easy to buy by relationship, but the public judges are random, and each game is different, Relatively speaking, uncontrollable factors are actually higher.

A newcomer can surpass Chang Hao simply by hyping his agent. Lao Wu suddenly became a little interested. He looked at Chang Hao lazily and asked, "who's his agent?"

Chang Hao was not so angry as his assistant. He answered casually, "Mengsi."

Hearing the name, Lao Wu was stunned, "Meng Chen, his brother?"

Chang Hao nodded.

"Didn't he concentrate on being a big boss? He hasn't been an agent for many years." Lao Wu and Meng Chen used to be brothers playing music together. They were more familiar with Meng Chen, but Meng Si also knew him. After all, entertainment is a circle, and the circle is not big.

The little assistant was afraid of missing the chance to talk to Lao Wu, so he interrupted again, "I don't know what means Han Mo used. Anyway, Meng Sili supports him now. Brother Wu, thanks to you, brother Hao has a helper this time. I heard that Han Mo has also found a foreign aid. It must be Meng Si's musician who specially deals with brother Hao. " The little assistant gave full play to his ability to tell lies without blushing.

Lao Wu sneered and said that Meng Si helped to play tricks and hype. Thaksin, before, they said that Meng Si's brother was not up. No matter what happened, he would be able to go to public relations and hold artists one by one. But it is impossible to say that inviting foreign aid can suppress them.

Lao Wu has too much confidence in himself and his gang. If they are second in the north, no one dares to stand up and say he is first.

The little assistant seemed to be afraid that things were not big enough and fanned the flames. "Today, I saw a group of them go to the opposite lounge. The invited old man looked disdainful and looked down on us."

Lao Wu took back his two long legs and smashed his mouth with interest. "There's still time. Go and take me to Mengsi's house to say hello. Brother, go and see what musicians can break this cow." He got up and motioned for the little assistant to lead the way, and then looked at Chang Hao, "are you going?"

Chang Hao glanced. "I won't go. Come back as soon as you say hello."

Lao Wu waved back, "don't worry, I'm measured."

Chang Hao sighed softly and shook his head helplessly. He knew that Lao Wu was stubborn and proud. He didn't care about others' hype and fraud, but when he said that others' skills were better than him, he put down the table. After all, Meng si used to be his own boss. He didn't want to be unhappy, so he reminded Lao Wu.

The two lounges are very close. The little assistant has long wanted to cheer up in front of Han mo. he has no ability, and Chang Hao has been suppressed. This inexplicable resentment has been accumulated in his heart, and finally incited Lao Wu. He can pretend to be a tiger once.

The little assistant dogleg ran ahead and knocked on the door of Han Mo's lounge.

Munce sat near the door, and old Wu was more than half a head taller than the little assistant. Meng Si saw Lao Wu directly across the front, and his eyes subconsciously raised a little.

"Brother Meng, I haven't seen you for a long time. Last week I went to Chenzi's bar for two drinks." Lao Wu didn't care whether the little assistant knocked or not. The people in the room said please come in, so they bypassed him and walked into the lounge.