Chapter 852

In ancient times, there was a saying that "the mother depends on the son", so now sun hang has to take advantage of these children's strength to thoroughly play out the name of Qiming's preschool education!

Anyway, it's a win-win situation. It's all for fame. There's nothing to use or not to use!

Facts have proved that sun hang did.

On the stage, their performance month after month, can't help but make people immediately bright. The parents of the children sitting in the audience are asking for the information of Qiming kindergarten.

Looking at their excited faces, they seem to want to transfer their children to school.

"Well, I don't think I've heard of the Qiming preschool education before."

"Who said no? There are so many preschool education institutions in Beijing, many of them have never heard of it!"

"I heard that Qiming didn't use this name before preschool education. Go back and check it out..."

The parents of the children are whispering to each other. Looking at their curious faces, it seems that the name of Qiming education is completely out.

Opposite the theater, private room on the second floor.

"It seems that today's number one is Qiming chorus." Harwin took a sip of tea and said, "the gap is too obvious. Other choirs are here to set off."

"There are several other choirs in the back." Lang Wenxing shook his head and said, "before the end, whose is the first one?"

"Think of danger in times of peace. You know what you want." Liu Zixia took a look at Lang Wenxing and said, "what, do you want to bring up Yueyue and Hanhan?"

"Forget it. Let's wait until the chorus is over." Lang Wenxing shook his head. "Finally, there's an award ceremony. If you win, your family is the first lead singer. You can't go on stage to receive the award?"

……

The competition is still going on, and the next few choirs are at the same level.

By the time the result of the competition was announced, Qiming chorus had really won the first place.

Yueyue, as the representative of the chorus, received the trophy and certificate of the chorus.

Looking at the little guy's smiling face, Liu Zixia also laughed. He stood up and said, "well, the game is over. It's time for us to go. Hatai, are you going or not

"We'll go later." Cai Sheng said, "I just made a phone call to the people from the district cultural propaganda bureau. For a while, the people from the district cultural propaganda bureau will meet us in the private room and just talk about today's competition."

"Well, let's go first." Liu Zixia said, "we'll talk later when we have time."

As he said this, he grabbed Lang Wenxing.

They stood up, shook hands with Harwin and Cai Sheng respectively, and then walked toward the outside of the private room.

"Ah, Zixia, I heard that you want to plan a variety show focusing on children?" On the way to the backstage, Lang Wenxing asked suddenly.

"You're still very well informed about this!" Liu Zixia looked at Lang Wenxing and said, "come on, who told you this time?"

It was only when I was at the "Queen" bar in Lan Kwai Fong that I mentioned this.

Besides Chen Huasheng, song Kai and song Qingshan, all the artists on Hong Kong Island were present at that time.

Liu Zixia just put forward a concept, and did not say a specific plan. These Hong Kong Island artists should not care about it, and they are not clear about it.

And song Qingshan is an artist in the name of Xia Yue studio, he should not say.

So the only explanation is what Chen Huasheng or song Kai said.

"Mr. Chen called me yesterday." Lang Wenxing didn't even think about it, so he sold Chen Huasheng directly: "he wants me to advise you not to waste money. It's useless."

"How can it be useless?" Liu Zixia frowned and said, "I have a complete plan here, and this time I don't need anyone to make it myself."

"Bidding again?" Lang Wenxing asked curiously.

"Why do you need to invite tenders?" Liu Zixia said: "I'll go back to Shanghai TV station to have a good chat with Bingge, and I'll put this variety show on youshuai animation directly."

"Hey, you don't want to be a loser!" Lang Wenxing shakes his head speechlessly. It's hard to guess what this guy is thinking.

"What about that?" Liu Zixia said: "I'll make it first, and then record and broadcast one issue, just like foreign variety shows. I believe I can achieve good results."

"Well, you've already figured it out. I can't say anything else."

Lang Wenxing knew Liu Zixia well. Once he made a decision, no one could change it.

While they were talking, they also came to the backstage door.

The children of Qiming chorus, dressed in the same clothes, are quietly waiting under the leadership of a quiet young woman who is not tall.

When I saw Liu Zixia and Lang Wenxing, Yueyue and Hanhan all rushed over.

There was still a distance between them, so the two children opened their arms and cried, "Dad!"

Liu Zixia and Lang Wenxing squatted down and held their daughter in their arms.

The two girls looked up and asked their father, "Dad, how do I sing?"

While saying this, the faces of the two little girls were full of the look of "praise me quickly!"!

That expression is really a little impatient!

"Of course... That sounds good!"

Liu Zixia deliberately stopped for a while, then patted Yueyue's cerebellar pouch melon and said: "my Yueyue singing is the best, and also the best."

Hearing her father's words, Yueyue smiles happily, and two beautiful big eyes complete the crescent directly.

Look at him with a small chest and a happy face. How proud he is!

Here, Lang Wenxing also gave his daughter a thumbs up and said: "Han Han is the best!"

Han Han's performance is a little shy, just nodded his head, almost buried the cerebellar pouch melon in his chest.

Hearing Yueyue calling for Liu Zixia's father, the children in the chorus, and the young woman, I don't know that this is Liu Zixia's true master?

Therefore, these children stare at Liu Zixia curiously one by one, just like watching giant pandas around the panda Park in the Beijing Zoo!

"Hello, Mr. Lang, Mr. Liu!" The young woman took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello Liu Zixia stood up with Yueyue in her arms and said, "I don't know who you are?"

"I know, I know!" Yueyue held her little hand high and said, "teacher Zhang's name is Zhang Bichen. She is our vocal music teacher. It's nice to hear teacher Zhang sing!"

Zhang Bichen?

Hearing the name, Liu Zixia subconsciously observed her.

About 1.6 meters tall, dark hair is a goose face, curved eyebrows under a pair of clear eyes shining, although not very big, but enough God.

Ouch, this is really like a star in Liu Zixia's previous life.

Coincidentally, the star is also a singer.

"Hello, Miss Zhang!" Liu Zixia and Zhang Bichen shook hands and said, "Yueyue highly praises teacher Zhang. I think teacher Zhang's songs must be very good!"

After all, Yueyue was born in an entertainment family, and she has been influenced since she was a child. She has her own criteria for judging whether a song is good or not.

Since she can spit out such a sentence from her mouth, it shows that Zhang Bichen sings very well.

"You're welcome, Mr. Liu." Zhang Bichen repeatedly waved his hand and said, "Mr. Liu is the direction I'm trying to work for!"

Liu Zixia's status as a "music relegated immortal" is a real hammer. He can't run away.

Now, Liu Zixia is the idol of many young people in China, especially those who have music dreams.

Liu Zixia laughed and said, "Mr. Zhang, you're welcome. I'm just on the way to music. I've already taken a few steps! I believe that as long as people with music dreams, they will succeed. "

"Thank you for your encouragement!"

Zhang Bichen fixed her head and suddenly remembered something. She took out the paper and pen from her pocket and said, "Mr. Liu, can you sign for me? I, I'm your fan. "

"Good!"

Liu Zixia readily agreed, took the paper and pen from Zhang Bichen, and signed a sentence: all the people who have dreams and stick to dreams will succeed!

Liu Zixia gave Zhang Bichen a gift to encourage each other!

Seeing that Liu Zixia signed this sentence on Xiaoben very seriously, Zhang Bichen said excitedly: "thank you, thank you, Mr. Liu!"

Ding Ling Ling!

Just when Liu Zixia wanted to say something, the mobile phone rang.

Liu Zixia turned to look at Lang Wenxing. The ringtone of his emotional mobile phone came from him.

"Excuse me, I'll take a call." Lang Wenxing nodded to them a little embarrassed and said, "hello... Suno, what's the matter?"

Hearing Lang Wenxing's words, Liu Zixia raised her eyebrows.

How can fat man call Lang Wenxing?

Lang Wenxing didn't say a word, so he handed his cell phone to Liu Zixia and said, "I'm looking for you."

"For me?" Liu Zixia was stunned for a moment, took the phone and said: "fat man, what's the matter?"

"Ah, third, I've got in touch with you." As soon as the phone was connected, there came a voice like suno's ghost cry, "it's really hard to get in touch with you!"

"Why don't you just call me, as for that?" Liu Zixia rolled his eyes and said.

"If you can get through on the phone, can I contact Mr. Lang?" Suno began to complain.

Liu Zixia took out his mobile phone to have a look... Yo, it's off!

Just think about it. Just when Yueyue was singing, Liu Zixia took a few pictures. At that time, there was not much power on the mobile phone. It seemed that it turned off automatically.

"Come on, less gossip. What's the matter?" Liu Zixia asked directly.

"Do you know that the delegation from the United States is going back to China?"

Suno almost cried and quickly asked: "Kaila can't get in touch with you. She's going crazy. She's making trouble in our studio. The people in our studio can't hold on. You'd better come back and have a look!"

"How wronged are you?" Hearing Su Nuo's grievance, Liu Zixia said, "OK, I'll go back to the studio now."

To tell you the truth, Liu Zixia is so busy these days that he can't remember Kaila?

After teaching Teng Xiaoyan a complete set of crane style, the next day he flew to Hong Kong Island with Lin Jiadong.

I've just come back from Hong Kong Island for two days. First, it's sunny over the full moon, and then it's Yueyue's participation in the competition. How can I have time to think about other things?

Maybe one day when I go to the studio, I will think of Kayla!