Chapter 42:

Sheng Joe is holding a box of sanitary napkins to go home.
Fang Bai’s three people couldn’t help themselves in the car, and they all laughed and smoked. Ding Jian said with a smile:
Jojo, this advertisement will be broadcast, you will be fire!

Sheng Qiao waved his hand and didn't want to talk.
Ding Jane opened the advertisement script. "This advertisement is also funny. Hahahaha. 'Auntie, this little goblin has tormented people again', 'light and comfortable, dance with heart, XX, give you the best girl. Experience'. So aunt and aunt don't deserve this sanitary napkin?"
Sheng Qiao: "..."
Bei Mingfan will give her this kind of advertisement in the future, she will fight with him!
It is evening in the home. Sheng Qiao is not used to life assistants. He only asked Fang Bai to buy some food back. He fried his eggs and cooked the noodles. While eating and brushing the mobile phone, he saw Horch’s official blog announced the third Saturday next Saturday. The news of the tour invoicing.
She slammed the noodles into her mouth and quickly added the small group to the group. The group ticket is the first wave of ticket sales officially prepared for fans. The number of open tickets is not much, but it is much better than the public ticket sales in the ticket marketing platform.
Worried that I couldn’t get it, I sent the link to Fang Bai, and eagerly confessed: "Xiao Bai, take out your hand for 20 years! I grabbed me and invited you to dinner!"
Fang Bai; "You have been single for twenty years, I just broke up years ago."
Sheng Qiao: "Ah? I don't know, why are you breaking up?"
Fang Bai took a long time to say: "... she is lame."
Sheng Qiao: "Okay, grab the ticket, my sister will introduce you to your girlfriend."
Fang Bai: "..."
Sheng Qiao looked at the countdown ticketing interface, and remembered that Qiao Yu had mobilized the staff of the entire law firm to help her grab the ticket. The light in her eyes went down and she sighed silently.
Early the next morning, Fang Bai came to pick her up to the studio.
Just a simple recording, she told Ding Jian and Zhou Wei not to follow, so that they can sleep late. The recording studio is in the center of the city, in the city building.
There are dozens of companies in the building, all of which are in the media industry. There are also state-owned enterprises and private companies. It is a concentrated place in the media industry.
After Sheng Qiao arrived, there was a person in charge from the advertiser who docked with her. Yesterday, the assistant around the director of the sanitary napkin was also, and some shyly said: "Little Joe, I am responsible for your recording today."
Sheng Qiao looked at him and hesitated to ask: "You are different from your teacher, style?"
The assistant quickly waved his hand: "It's not the same, I am normal."
Then she is relieved.
She had practiced advertising words at home last night, and she also found a lot of sanitary napkins to see it. I know that this type of advertisement should be read with a sweet girl and a silky voice, but her voice is still delicate. There is nothing wrong with pretending to be a girl.
They were about ten o'clock, and Sheng Qiao arrived half an hour earlier. As a result, when they went to the recording room, the outside staff informed that the room was occupied.
The assistant said angrily: "We booked ten points. How can you give the equipment to others?"
The staff also looked helpless: "The teacher recorded the song here today, and the equipment in her studio was broken. This is the best, it must be used, it can't stop."
The assistant said: "That can't be like that. She wants to record songs. Can we not record lines?"
Xingyao has been pushing the teacher, she is a good person, a good resource all the way, the popularity has risen very quickly, and there is a faint gesture of the new generation of Chinese singers.
Here is the royal studio of the teacher, the long-term boss, the staff certainly does not dare to offend, can only say: "She came very early, probably two hours after the end of the book, you have to go to the lounge and so on.

Fang Bai sneered: "Why do we want us to wait, she has not seen many big cards, how is the shelf so big, and learn to grab people?"
It is not his fault that the employee is specially punished. He can't afford to be offended on both sides. Sheng Qiao looked at him as a difficult appearance, patted Fang Bai, "Forget it, he can't speak." She smiled at the employee. "Well, we know, old friends, she wants to use her." But I can go in and wait? Don't bother her, just outside the soundproofing."
Sheng Qiao is willing to take the initiative to step back, and of course the employees will not dare to force them again. Hurry and say: "You can."
He opened the door and Sheng Qiao's fingers moved backwards. "Go in."
A group of people sneaked in.
The teacher who is singing in deep affection, seeing so many people coming in from outside, the songs are stuck.
Sheng Qiao walked in the end, the pace was slow, and he greeted the teacher outside the soundproofing room, and yelled at the teacher who was not good at her face. He smiled and held his fist more than a pumping action.
Then faintly told a few people around me: "Show me all her, stare at her, laugh, and laugh as much as possible."
Several people were very angry when they were captured in the studio, and they immediately did it.
The teacher can feel the gaze from any direction, and when they look up, they still laugh at you. It’s really goose bumps.
The scorpion is itchy, the song can't be recorded anymore, and the cold face comes out from the inside, sneer: "Little Joe, I haven't seen you for a long time, what are you doing?"
Sheng Qiao laughed not to mention more gentle: "Can't you see it? Give you a boost." Say it is more than a cheering action, "Come on."
Teacher: "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't sing more people, but I also invite you to go out with you."
Sheng Qiao: "Hey, you can't sing if you have more people. Then, as a singer, how do you perform in the future? Are the audiences not people?"
Teacher: "You!"
Sheng Qiao's lips still smiled, but his eyes were cold, and he clicked on his chin: "Go in, continue to record. You want to use my recording room, I will let you use it. Let me listen, grab the equipment, record it. Is it better to listen to the sound?"
The teacher's face is white.
The two men confronted each other for a long time, and she gritted her teeth: "Not recorded! Let's go!"
Sheng Qiao smiled: "Go well, don't send."
The teacher stunned and the studio was empty. Sheng Qiao smiled softly and turned his head and asked the assistant: "Can we start now?"
Assistant: "...can."
He knows it. Sheng Qiao didn't have a director yesterday, it was really a good luck for the director, and a fool was a fool.
The time has been more than half an hour, several people immediately put into work, after connecting the equipment, Sheng Joe took the line to enter the recording room.
This is her first recording of ad lines, not the same as acting, each with its own skills. Meng Xing Shen has not yet taught the line of words. She now has all the mastery to explore.
Although the assistant is only an assistant, the requirements are quite high and quite professional. It is seen that Sheng Qiao has no experience in reading the ad lines and tells her what tone she should use.
For ten sentences, I recorded it for two hours. Every sentence she said was a hundred times. I deeply feel that this assistant is afraid of being a perfect patient of perfectionism.
At lunch time, the advertiser sent someone to buy a takeaway. Sheng Joe didn't want to leave a taste in the studio. Several people took the food to the lounge to eat.
At this time, there were quite a lot of employees eating. Sheng Qiao went early and found a remote location, but no one noticed her. The media industry has a lot of work, the probability of baldness is a fight with the programmers, and eating is in a hurry.
There were four girls sitting at the table behind her. They should be interns. They complained that they didn’t adapt to the fast pace of society, or that the campus was good. I was chatting, and a middle-aged man with a big belly came over and said to one of them: "Liang Xiaolu, you come to my office and have a little work to hand over to you."
The four girls were snoring, and the man raised his voice: "Have you heard?"
For a long time, the girl whispered, "I heard it, I will come right away." After the middle-aged man left, the named Liang Xiaoyu was crying. "What to do, I dare not go!"
Her colleague comforted: "Maybe there is a job handover, you still have to hurry."
Liang Xiaoyu stood up reluctantly and said: "If I haven't come out after half an hour, you must come knock at the door and look for me! Please."
"Yeah, definitely come."
The girl went out slowly.
Sheng Qiao bites the chopsticks, thinking that the graduates are not easy, the handover work is afraid of this, it is estimated that the boss is quite fierce.
After dinner, Fang Bai went to the self-service room and gave her some fruit. She was peeling the oranges. The girl at the table behind said: "Half an hour, Xiaoyan has not come out yet, we..."
Another voice that lowered: "Don't worry, go to work, I have a video to cut in the afternoon."
"It’s too much for her offending supervisor. Isn’t she hanging Horch every day? At this time, waiting for her Horch to save her.

Sheng Qiao took the oranges to the table and got up and walked to the girls. The eyebrows were cold. "Where is the office of the supervisor?"
Several girls were scared by her sudden appearance.
Reacted, lost the channel: "Sheng Joe?!"
She frowned. "I am asking you, where is the supervisor's office."
"On... on the twelfth floor, 1206."
Sheng Qiao turned and left, took two steps, and came back, watching the girls faintly said: "Do you know the causal cycle? When you stand by and watch the dilemma of others, you will encounter danger in the future, and no one will help.

The words fell, speeding up the pace and heading for the twelfth floor.
Fang Bai held the orange peel and cried and chased it up.
Going up to the 12th floor of the elevator, I found 1206. The sign on the room said
Operation Supervisor
. Sheng Qiao knocked on the door and didn’t respond. He simply knocked the door on the drum, squeaked and rhythm.
After knocking for a full minute, there was a roaring voice inside: "Who?!"
"There is a fire outside, is there someone inside?"
Then came the footsteps, the door was hurriedly pulled away, and the panicked middle-aged man shouted: "Fired? Where? Where?"
Sheng Qiao didn't look at him, and the body went straight in.
In the office, Liang Xiaoyu sat on the sofa, his face was full of red marks, his hair was chaotic, his eyes were red, and when someone came in, the tears that had been screaming fell out.
Waiting to see the person's appearance, a pupil, and even forgot to do it.
Sheng Qiao was approaching, reaching out and pulling her up, seeing her looking at herself, softly said: "Go."
Liang Xiaoyu stood up subconsciously.
The supervisor finally reacted and was deceived, and turned back angrily to Sheng Shengqiao: "Who are you, even screaming at the office to lie about the fire, do you believe that I called the security guard to rush you out!"
Sheng Qiao pulled Liang Xiaoyu behind him and stared at him coldly: "Do you believe that I told the police to catch you in?"
The supervisor looked stiff and saw that the face was familiar, but he was nervous and nervous. He couldn’t think of it for a while, but he was angry and retorted: "Open the mouth and shut the police, do you open the police station? Also threaten me?" What do you do with me, am I breaking the law?"
"Do you have no intention to make a crime in your heart? I see that you are not too young, should you have children? Are you a daughter? Don't worry about what you are doing one day on your daughter?"
She looked at him up and down and sneered: "But look at you like this, you can't give birth to a child? Kidney deficiency, impotence, early shooting, bald and greasy chicken."
Supervisor: "You...you...you..."
Sheng Qiao also specifically focused on his crotch, with a deep smile on his lips.
She took Liang Xiaoyu's wrist and turned her head and said: "Let's go."
The supervisor was tearing his heart in the back: "You stand for Laozi, you fuck, you are talking with your mother..."
Sheng Qiao whispered to Fang Bai: "Block him, call the police."
With a tight wrist, Liang Xiaoyan trembled and said, "Don't... don't..."
Sheng Joe stepped forward and looked at her with a slight head. He whispered softly and said, "Well, don't report, don't be afraid." She turned her head and stared at the supervisor who wanted to rush to fight her. One word: "Don't harass again." She, I am killing you."