Chapter 90

Recruitment, normally in the business center to publish recruitment information, but Vickers is directly through each visitor's voice assistant to guide, so as to save a lot of unnecessary trouble, after all, what the Lord wants, as an excellent subordinate of course have to be fully satisfied.

When Lott came to the spacious and bright rehearsal hall with gold and wood floors, a large number of people, aged from 20 to 60, were gathered here. There were also some illusions around to introduce them and divide them into two groups.

After seeing Lott, one of them, a magic spirit lady in a competent ol professional dress, immediately came forward and said, "your honor... Um... Sir?"

"It's the boss." Maria reminded.

"Oh ~ boss ~" magic spirit replied with a smile, "it's all arranged for you. All the music talents are here. Do you need to introduce them to you?"

Lott nodded with satisfaction and sat down in the front chair of the crowd.

Ethel was in a state of shock from the beginning to the end. He knew that the guy in front of him was noble and rich, but he never knew it would be like this... Did he bring all the servants?

Now Lott was sitting in the middle chair, Maria on the right and Ethel on the left. The phantom lady stood aside and began to explain to him

"You said you needed a choir, so the men and women in the middle were all recruited bards."

"Most of the technicians who had gathered in the audio club to tune their instruments said that they were not only good at playing music, composing words and music, but also good at it."

"Singers, musicians, Ci writers."

Lott looked at the people in line not far away, and found that from their clothes, as well as their mental outlook, life should not be satisfactory, or it should be down.

These people engaged in music and entertainment, whether here or on the ancient earth, are all actors. If they are lucky, they can be chosen by some nobles to be musicians in their mansions. Under normal circumstances, they can only wander around and eat.

"My Lord, listen to the voice assistant, you need a music technician here, 50g per hour, is that true?"

One of them bravely asked Lott carefully. The others nodded and agreed. If there is 50g per hour, then you have to stay! It's good that they can earn 5g a day.

Lott nodded with a smile, crossed his hands and leaned back on the chair

"This is not a charity center. I need talents in music creation. You can do it. Stay and work for me. No, leave immediately. It's so simple. Do you understand?"

When the musicians heard this, they all said that they could do it. Lott turned to Ethel and said, "it's up to you, composer."

As soon as the girl heard this, she felt like a big enemy. She knew that her decision was related to the livelihood of these people in front of her. If she could, she really wanted to say that she might as well stay.

But on second thought, it might ruin her job. One of the purposes of Ethel's travel is to find a job with stable income, because every time her elder brother gives her pocket money, she will say: "save some money, there is no money at home!

This makes her feel a little sorry. Now that she has a well paid job, she doesn't have to trouble her family any more.

"Don't worry, boss!"

Determined, Ethel agreed, took out the score she had written before, looked left and right, and then stayed where she was, looking a little troubled.

As soon as Lott saw it, he immediately ordered the magic spirit to take the music scores and copy a certain number of them, then distribute them to the public.

This surprised Ethel to speechless and asked, "do you know mind reading, boss? I was thinking, "you know everything?"

"Human nature, go on."

Lott was still sitting there with his legs cocked up, and taking Maria's orange juice, he drank it as if he were at home - though it was his place, right.

Ethel looked at him, just wanted to say something, but then he thought, forget it, who is the boss.

After taking a deep breath, he came to the crowd and said, "er... You've got the score. Can you understand it?"

The music scores in this world are not the same as those in Lott's cognition. Of course, he can't understand even the music scores on earth. It's OK for him to hum a few sentences. It's OK to write words and music. After all, professional people have to take over the professional fields.

The musicians took it and looked at it carefully, then all nodded to show that they understood."Good." Ethel nodded with satisfaction. At this moment, she suddenly felt that she had grown up a lot - from an ignorant girl who needed to be taken care of by her family to leading a whole orchestra. Now, I'm a little excited.

"Er... I need you to practice the chorus part." Ethel looked at the bards and said, "after that, he looked at the musicians." the style is more ethereal, but in order to make it sound better, I need you to add some other elements, a little softer. "

A group of people looked at the score and nodded their heads to show that they understood it. Later, Iser said some technical terms. Lott, who was sitting in the chair behind him, was forced to listen to it. Did the goblins feel the same way when they were listening to his speech?

Although I don't understand it very well, it sounds professional and powerful.

"Once again, this song has not been finalized. If you find something wrong, bring it up immediately and let's revise it together to satisfy the boss as much as possible. Do you understand?"

"I see!" People nodded heavily.

Next, they used a large number of instruments around them to tune and play. The poets kept shouting in the middle. After a long time, when Lott was almost asleep, Ethel took a short cut

"Boss, I have something to discuss with you."

Lott raised his eyelids, wondering if it was over.

Then he sat up straight and said, "what's the matter?"

"Er... This song needs a lead singer to lead the chorus, and a conductor. We don't seem to have such a person here."

Lead singer and conductor? So many people can't choose one?

Lott turned his head and looked at the band. They all looked worried. They were afraid that the big boss would drive them away as soon as he was angry.

Lott had no choice but to scratch her head. At this time, Maria leaned over and said, "if you are worried about this, I have a suggestion."

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