MTL - You Don’t Understand The Pain Of Being Popular-Chapter 106 The first and sixth days [two

◎Outside the venue, Chen Shen had gray hair and a denim jacket casually draped over his body. ◎

Outside the field, Chen Shen had gray hair and a denim jacket on his body casually.

He was sitting on a bench, his slender legs crossed, and there was a bit of anxiety between his brows.

The overall score is calculated automatically by the system, so the process goes quickly. His waiting didn't last long. When the afternoon arrived, he got a piece of commentary from the program team.

However, after reading the above words clearly, the expression on Chen Shen's face was completely frozen.

The bright red "F" rating almost stings his eyes.

"F...how come?" He widened his eyes and murmured in disbelief.

Before getting the result, Chen Shen had anticipated many situations and thought that he would be eliminated.

After all, although there are many grading experts, there is not enough time to appreciate music. Misjudgments are justifiable.

But he never thought that the grade would be the lowest "F"!

A man standing next to Chen Shen also got his own rating. He looked at the bright red "D" on it and couldn't help but sneered slightly.

Sure enough, these variety shows still maintain the previous routines.

Although under the banner of "returning to the essence of music and discovering talented singers", the essence is still a variety show that attracts popularity and traffic.

Don't care about selling points, only care about works?

This is nothing more than deceiving uninformed passers-by. How could those capitalists who put their interests first, really do this?

What's even more ridiculous is that he knew that this was just a publicity stunt for the variety show, but he still believed in their words and came to participate in the competition with a ten thousandth hope.

"Brother, you also got the rating?" As soon as the man turned his head, he saw Chen Shen, whose eyes were filled with disbelief.

He glanced at the "F" on the other party's score, and clicked his tongue: "Don't fall into self-doubt because of this. You may not be outstanding, but you are just not suitable for participating in variety shows."

Chen Shen was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head, his short gray hair drooping slightly in the sunlight.

As a social fear, when he encounters strangers to talk to him, he usually subconsciously wants to escape.

But this time, the F-level rating really stimulated him, and he mustered up the courage to ask, "What do you mean by that?"

"Do you really think that these variety shows are here to select talents?" The man sighed, "Don't imagine, it takes more than a minute to judge a piece of music, and you have to listen to hundreds of pieces of music a day. Do you think they can How many good works have you selected?"

This is somewhat similar to college entrance examination composition marking.

An 800-word composition, the marking teacher will only spend tens of seconds to read it, everything is an assembly line project.

If an excellent writer is asked to write this essay for the college entrance examination, can he get a high score under this mechanism?

I'm afraid not necessarily.

What's more, when grading the paper, you can focus on the beginning and the end, ten lines at a glance.

But when listening to a song, if you skip to listen or press fast forward, then the whole perception may be completely different.

"The variety show "Best Music Producer" is not sincerely looking for outstanding talents at all." The man said.

Chen Shen: "..."

Chen Shen pursed his lips, still feeling strongly unwilling.

Of course he knew that this scoring model would definitely produce bias. But in his mind, this deviation should not be too bad.

Maybe a work with 90 points will be misjudged as 60 points, but no matter how you look at it, it will not be misjudged as 0 points!

But reality gave him a slap in the face.

The companion next to the man also came over.

He glanced at Chen Shen's rating, he laughed, and comforted him: "If I guess right, your song rating should not be F. It's just that other factors have lowered the overall score. F."

Chen Shen was taken aback when he heard the words.

The man asked, "Is it different from ordinary people's family background?"

Chen Shen paused, and said hesitantly, "Uh, no."

"Have you had any tragic experiences in the past?"

"…of course not."

"Did you do anything touching to chase your dreams?"

Chen Shen: "..."

This has nothing to do with whether his songs are good or not!

The man looked him up and down again, and sighed helplessly: "Plus, you don't have an outstanding appearance—if you take such a condition to participate in a variety show, most people will only give you an F rating."

Chen Shen fell silent.

Could it be that his favorite work finally got an F rating because of these ridiculous reasons?

He really regrets signing up for this variety show.

He felt insulted by the organizer's contemptuous attitude towards his work.

Chen Shen gritted his teeth, crumpled the paper with "F" written in his hand into a ball, and walked to the trash can in three steps at a time, stretching out his hand as if throwing the paper ball into it.

However, at this moment, a hand stopped his movement.

"Wait, friend..." A very pleasant female voice sounded next to my ear, "The grade in your hand is grade F?"

Chen Shen was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look.

What came into view was a lady wearing a peaked cap. She was wearing sunglasses and a mask, covering almost her entire face so tightly that she was unrecognizable.

She took off a bit of her sunglasses, revealing a pair of bright eyes, which were clear and full of vitality, looking over with a smile.

"Hey, I don't mean anything else, I'm just interested in you," she said, "I'm planning to shoot a song and dance movie recently, I wonder if you are interested in joining our team and creating music that fits the plot of the movie? "

Chen Shen: "..."

Scout?

Wait, no, his appearance is very ordinary, and there should be no scouts who can fall in love with him.

It can't be because of his "F" grade composition level!

He looked suspiciously at Yao Bianliang, a little skeptical about life: "You... you should have seen my rating, right?"

He simply unfolded the ball of paper in his hand again. The paper was crumpled, but the bright red letter F on it was still very conspicuous.

"Here, grade F," Chen Shen pointed to the event site next door, took a deep breath, and emphasized, "In this variety show, the worst grade is F."

"Oh, of course I know." Yao Bianliang looked at the paper in Chen Shen's hand, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

She had been wandering around the field outside for a long time, and Chen Shen was not the first contestant she found, and of course, he probably wouldn't be the last.

When she threw out an olive branch, almost every contestant, like Chen Shen, showed doubts and disbelief, and then wondered if she was a liar.

But Yao Bianliang certainly won't give up just yet.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, she is already quite experienced in dealing with such a situation.

"Brother, don't rush to refuse," Yao Bianliang said, "This is the business card of our studio, you can check it out."

Chen Shen was slightly taken aback when he heard what the other party said, which looked like a pyramid scheme, but subconsciously accepted the business card handed over by the other party.

"Hudi Entertainment Studio" was written in large characters on it.

"We are currently preparing to invest in a song and dance movie starring Yao Bianliang, with an investment of hundreds of millions to create an epic art work."

"Music and dance movies require a lot of song works. We are very optimistic about your talent, so we solemnly invite you."

"If you are interested, you can come to Hudi Entertainment Studio to find me next Wednesday, and we will discuss in detail."

Chen Shen: "..."

Originally, when Chen Shen first heard the olive branch from the other party, Chen Shen was 90% skeptical.

Now, after listening to the other party's explanation, the 9 points of suspicion have directly become 10 points.

The star Yao Bianliang, with an investment of hundreds of millions, can you still like him with such good conditions?

The thing about the pie in the sky is not right at first glance!

Yao Bianliang was persuasive: "The company address is on the back of the business card. It's an office building in a prosperous area. You can just find it according to this place."

"You can search on the Internet about the situation of the studio. This is Yao Bianliang's personal studio, and there will be no fakes."

"If I'm lying to you, then the lie is too easily exposed to be necessary—isn't it?"

Chen Shen was taken aback, so this is Yao Bianliang's studio?

Yao Bianliang is a well-known domestic star, if the other party's statement is false, it will be too easy to be seen through.

What's more, even if he really went there according to what the other party said, the worst case would be a waste of time, and there wouldn't be much loss.

Yao Bianliang: "Brother, your name is Chen Sheng, right? This cooperation is a very good opportunity for both of us. I hope you can seriously consider it."

Chen Shen: "...my name is Chen Shen, not Chen Sheng."

Yao Bianliang didn't mind waving his hands: "Brother, it's not important! Anyway, just hearing your name, I know you are a very talented music producer."

"How did you say that sentence? The princes and generals are kind."

"Come and give it a try. I believe that with your ability, you will definitely be able to create excellent songs."

Yao Bianliang handed another business card to the other party, and then turned around to look for his next target.

Chen Shen held his business card and stood there in a daze.

Is this person...really trustworthy?

Randomly pulling an F-level player on the street, and then throwing an olive branch, it looks unreliable no matter how you look at it!

Although he thought so, but after hesitating for a moment, Chen Shen still put away the business card carefully.

Maybe... a miracle can really happen?

———

Yuehui Entertainment, headquarters.

Mr. Yue sat in the office, looked at the data report of "Best Music Producer", and nodded with satisfaction.

"The popularity this time is very impressive," he said to Mr. An at the other end of the video conference, "With this variety show, several stars should be popular!"

Celebrities are cash cows, and variety shows are tools for making cash cows.

Mr. Yue has long been familiar with this set of assembly lines.

"But..." He paused, as if remembering some joke, and chatted with Mr. An, "I heard that Yao Bianliang is also looking for music talents recently."

"Yao Bianliang?"

Mr. An of Ansheng Entertainment's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately sat up straight.

To be honest, he has ptsd to Yao Bianliang now.

"You guys... have offended Yao Bianliang?" Mr. An's eyes flashed with worry and vigilance.

"Don't worry, it's nothing wrong," Mr. Yue sneered, "Then Yao Bianliang is actually focusing on a player we don't like. According to news, she has contacted several composers with an F rating."

Speaking of this, Mr. Yue couldn't help feeling amused.

This Yao Bianliang is like picking up **** specially, picking out all the people they don't want.

It's not that there is a hole in the brain, I really can't do this kind of operation!

Mr. An did not relax his vigilance. According to his past experience, Yao Bianliang's move was definitely not as simple as imagined.

He reminded: "Although Yao Bianliang doesn't follow the routine, he can achieve unexpected results every time, winning by surprise."

He paused, worried that Mr. Yue would not pay attention, and reminded: "You need to be vigilant about this matter, and try not to have anything to do with Yao Bianliang! This person has deep thoughts and clever methods, and is very scary."

"If one is not careful, it is easy to capsize the gutter."

The corner of Mr. Yue's mouth twitched: "Brother, didn't you get beaten by Yao Bianliang?"

It's nothing more than a celebrity, and he's also in the entertainment industry, so what influence can he have on their music variety shows?

Do not make jokes.

"Don't underestimate the enemy," Boss An frowned, "I used to think the same as you, but I always stumbled on her."

So far, Ansheng Entertainment has been seriously injured.

Mr. An paused, and continued: "Anyone who is interested will know as soon as they investigate. Those players are all rated as F."

"Your variety show claims to return to the essence of music and only focus on the works. If Yao Bianliang uses them to cause trouble, won't your variety show become a complete joke?"

They all know very well that variety show ratings are very watery.

In the F rating, there must be no shortage of truly talented composers.

"So what's the matter?" Mr. Yue turned the pen in his hand, not paying attention.

"Is it possible that she can still rely on those trash contestants to create some amazing works?"

The current market is no longer pure.

Don't talk about whether they can create excellent works, even if they do, so what.

Under the influence of various divine comedies, the public has already lowered their appreciation ability.

Some songs are obviously not artistic, but they can be popular all over the country.

And other songs, which are obviously very good, may not have been spread due to various reasons such as lack of publicity or obscure lyrics.

Mr. Yue doesn't think that with Yao Bianliang's behavior style, he can step on the hot spots in the market.

"Brother, don't take Yao Bianliang too seriously." He laughed leisurely, "After all, she is just an ordinary actress."

"In this era where capital is king and traffic is king, a person like her is destined not to go far."

————

Wednesday.

At the entrance of the office building.

Chen Shen stood where he was, looking at the address written on the card from a distance, with a troubled expression on his face.

The office building towers into the sky, and the fountain and stone carvings at the entrance make the gate even more majestic. The revolving glass door slowly rotates with music, reflecting light in the sun.

There are many entertainment companies here, so there are many paparazzi staying in cafes and streets.

They take pictures of everyone they see, and as long as they are lucky enough to photograph a celebrity, they can sell the photos and make a fortune.

Chen Shen looked at it from afar, only feeling pressured.

Or... forget it?

The woman who gave him the address didn't know her origin or identity, and she didn't even reveal her real appearance from the beginning to the end.

Just relying on a card she gave, it is impossible to determine the authenticity.

Maybe it's just someone else's prank?

He just walked in without an appointment, let alone a voucher. If it was just a prank, he might be kicked out directly.

Thinking about it, I feel that Taishe is dead.

While hesitating, another group of people walked into the building.

The leader was a man wearing a mask, with sunglasses covering most of his face, followed by two assistants, full of style.

The paparazzi hiding in the dark heard the news, immediately picked up the camera, and snapped snaps.

"Hey, who is this? It's pretty impressive."

"It seems to be an 18th line, a rookie who just debuted."

"It turned out to be a newcomer... I was so excited for nothing."

"That's right, the newcomers these days all look very flamboyant, but those already famous stars are all very low-key."

There were a few paparazzi chatting behind him, and there was a touch of disappointment in the conversation.

Many emotions were surging in Chen Shen's heart, and finally he took a deep breath, taking advantage of this gap, and walked towards the side door of the office building.

Forget it, the worst possibility is to die in place, it's not a big problem!

But if the other party's invitation is true, but he misses it because of his timidity, he must regret it for the rest of his life.

As an art student, Chen Shen graduated from a formal conservatory.

Some of his former classmates have entered large companies as arrangers, some have embarked on the road of singers, and some have become well-known composers in the industry.

Only Chen Shen remained silent and nameless, standing still.

Chen Shen clearly knew that his EQ was low and he had no background, so it was difficult to make a name for himself in a vanity fair like the entertainment industry.

So he cherishes every opportunity, just like when he signed up for "Best Music Producer" - even if there is only a small chance of success, he wants to try.

"Hudi Entertainment Studio, take elevator No. 3 to the 12th floor, it should be here."

He looked down at the address on the business card and walked to the elevator.

"Ding-"

The elevator door opened slowly, and Chen Shen walked into the elevator. The one who entered the elevator with him was the starlet who was secretly photographed by the paparazzi before.

Chen Shen clearly felt that since he entered the elevator, the other party's eyes fell on him, looking him up and down.

"You are...Chen Shen?" Suddenly, the man's voice slowly sounded from beside him.

Chen Shen was startled, subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw the man took off his sunglasses and laughed, "So it's an old classmate."

Under the packaging of makeup artists and costume artists, the other party has changed significantly, but still carries the shadow of the past.

Chen Shen recalled it in his mind, and finally remembered the identity of the other party: "Zeng Zeyou?"

This is his college classmate. The relationship between the two is relatively ordinary, and they can be regarded as acquaintances, but they are far from the point of friendship.

Unexpectedly, they ran into each other here.

Chen Shen has been in the music circle for many years, it's not like he hasn't met his classmates. It's just that it's the first time to meet in this situation.

He stroked the business card in his pocket with his fingers, feeling a little bit withdrawn.

He wouldn't be turned away by the front desk in front of his old classmates, right? That was too scary.

Zeng Zeyou looked him up and down, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why are you here? I remember... You don't seem to be signed to any entertainment company."

Zeng Zeyou remembered Chen Shen, who was very inconspicuous when he was in school. After graduation, everyone went their separate ways, and he had never heard of the other party's achievements. Presumably, the situation was not ideal.

Looking at Chen Shen's expression at this time, it was obviously the first time he had come to this office building.

In this way, the possibility of him working here can be almost ruled out.

On the way, he met a classmate who was not as good as himself, and the corners of Zeng Zeyou's lips curled up, eager to talk to him.

"Long time no see, how are you doing recently?"

Chen Shen forced a smile, and replied vaguely: "Well, yes, long time no see."

He obviously didn't want to talk more, but unfortunately, Zeng Zeyou didn't seem to realize this.

"The 12th floor is full of entertainment companies, which one are you going to?" Zeng Zeyou paused, and smiled with a little complacency, "I'm familiar with this place, so I can take you there."

Chen Shen was silent: "...It's nothing, I can go there by myself."

Zeng Zeyou: "Don't be embarrassed. I'm already a signed singer of Huaquan Entertainment, and I know the situation here like the back of my hand. Are you looking for someone to contribute? I can take you there."

Chen Shen swallowed his saliva.

As a social fear, he is now deeply scared.

For the first time, he felt that the speed of the elevator could be so slow, and the time passed so long.

Fortunately, it seemed that he had heard the cry in his heart, and only heard a sound of "ding", and the elevator door finally opened slowly.

The 12th floor is here.

As soon as Chen Shen moved his footsteps, he immediately walked out

Since the expansion of the studio, Hudi Entertainment not only rented part of the office area on the 12th floor, but also rented the entire floor of the 13th floor.

Chen Shen looked around, then followed the instructions on the business card and walked to the right.

Then he found sadly that Zeng Zeyou seemed to be heading in the same direction as himself.

Chen Shen: "..."

The two of them could only chat like this.

Zeng Zeyou: "By the way, Chen Shen, where have you been in high school recently?"

Chen Shen was silent, expressionless: "Freelance."

Sure enough, after hearing this, the smile on Zeng Zeyou's face deepened.

Freelancing—that is to say, Chen Shen hasn't even found a stable job yet.

He cleared his throat, and said slowly, "Freelancing is not stable enough. For those in our line of work, it's best to find a reliable team."

"It would be even better if I could join an entertainment company and have a professional team led by myself."

Chen Shen: "...Oh."

Chen Shen had no expression on the surface, but he wanted to leave in his heart.

After walking a few steps forward, the sign of "Hudi Entertainment Studio" appeared in front of him. Chen Shen couldn't help but glanced at Zeng Zeyou next to him, hesitating whether to go in or not.

It's okay to be rejected, the important thing is that Zeng Zeyou must not see it!

While he was hesitating, the front desk had already noticed the movement on their side and looked over.

Front desk: "Hi sir, who are you looking for?"

Zeng Zeyou also slowed down, looking this way with suspicion.

No way, Chen Shen actually knows someone from Hudi Entertainment Studio?

Hearing the question from the front desk, Chen Shen had no way out at this time, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "Uh, my name is Chen Shen... Someone gave me a business card, saying that there is a cooperation to discuss with me, let me go to Come find her here."

After saying this, he himself felt that he was not confident enough.

He actually believed the olive branch offered by a stranger, and even went all the way to find it. In fact, he didn't even know the name of the studio employee who invited him.

He did it out of his mind, right?

Zeng Zeyou also twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at Chen Shen with a bit of shock.

Chen Shen, is this serious? After working for a long time, I didn't even know the other party's name.

When the two of them had different thoughts, the receptionist's eyes lit up slightly.

Under the watchful eyes of the two, she enthusiastically stood up and showed a warm smile to Chen Shen.

"So it's Mr. Chen! Sister Liang has been waiting for you for a long time, let me take you in."

Chen Shen: "..."

Chen Shen:! ?

What's the matter, does the front desk actually know his name?

Chen Shen was a little dazed, and it took him a while to react.

—The person who claims to be Hudi Entertainment Studio should be real, not a lie!

It turns out...it really wasn't a prank.

But Zeng Zeyou was keenly aware of another problem.

"...Sister Liang?" He murmured the title softly in his mouth. After pondering for a moment, a strong shock rushed into his heart.

The person called Sister Liang in the Hudi Entertainment studio is Yao Bianliang himself!

Chen Shen actually knew Yao Bianliang, and was invited by the other party to discuss cooperation with him?

He's doing so well!

Ten thousand muddy horses galloped past Zeng Zeyou's heart, and his whole body fell into a state of sluggishness.

Since you are doing so well, why do you still pretend to be down and out with an unsatisfactory life? Isn't this misleading?

Zeng Zeyou couldn't help but think of what he said in front of Chen Shen just now.

Well, he showed off signing with an entertainment company and having his own team.

He also pretended to be sophisticated and persuaded Chen Shen that freelance employment was unstable and asked him to find an entertainment company to join.

But now it seems that Chen Shen can't find a suitable job. The other party is obviously a big boss because of his too strong ability, and now he has come out to do it alone.

And he also felt that Chen Shen was living in despair, showing off his achievements in front of the other party.

Zeng Zeyou: "..."

I really want to travel back to a few minutes ago and sew my mouth shut.

What the **** is he doing!