Chapter 132: Article 132

Huo Jian hurried to the seventh floor.
According to his current status, Director Huo now wants to see anyone can arrange a separate meeting on his behalf, but he has not been to that place for a long time.
Trainees are only allowed to move from the fourth floor to the eighth floor. The fourth floor and fifth floor are classrooms, the sixth floor is the conference hall, the seventh floor is the functional training room, and the eighth floor is the dance room.
The elevator has long been replaced with a fingerprint to unlock. VIPs and senior residents have separate passages and exclusive elevators, and basically will not meet unrelated persons.
Even the small lakeside garden of the group, although it is only a small place for them to walk their dogs, will be restricted to enter below grade b.
As the elevator doors opened slowly, Huo Jian's eyes moved forward through the promenade. Several teenagers in the glass compartment recognized him, and the expression on his face was astonishingly comically exaggerated.
It is Huo Jian-the leader of the osc four-a-year award, the champion of the college entrance examination, the strongest main force of corona! !
"Really it? How could he come to us?"
"Lying trough... Real people are too handsome. How long does this figure have to be practiced..."
"Can you shoot? Can you shoot?? I really want to shoot one for the bedside!!"
Two assistants beside him followed him step by step, using his eyes to signal the unrelated personnel to continue practicing, and were not allowed to come and talk.
"Fu is in room e2 next year," Xiaoliang said quickly. "Please on your side."
Huo Jian nodded slightly and found the key point in the unfamiliar environment that had been changed many times.
He still remembers the year when he didn't debut, he hid in the corner and secretly listened to Ji Ji, who was already a guest, singing.
I am embarrassed to ask in the past, which one is the other party singing.
The times have passed and there is no light that I had hoped for in the past, but now it is like his own breath.
Fu is wearing a soaked towel on one shoulder next year and is sorting barbells of different sizes on the shelf.
The assistant coughed quickly.
Fu glanced sideways next year for a few seconds: "...You know?"
Neither of them likes talking nonsense.
Huo Jian nodded slightly, instructing others to avoid it first.
When the assistant went out to help them pour tea, he also adjusted the slightly cold room wind to 27 degrees five that Huo Jian liked.
"Mr. Huo, you sit first."
Fu is still in a state of not being humiliated or humble next year, even if the person in front of him is the head of the celestial group that is so popular today, and his breathing is stable and his condition is as usual.
"I didn't expect you to keep watching."
Huo Jian sipped his tea and shook his head slightly, but didn't explain more.
Out of prudence, he no longer draws closer to people outside the crown.
Fu could feel this distance next year and calmly said: "Do you want to intervene?"
Huo Jian did not give him any answer.
"What is your reason?"
Fu laughed next year.
"I want to be red."
He leaned forward slightly, frankly without any cover.
"The debut was only once. Once there were no splashes, the situation would tend to a vicious circle, wouldn't it."
Nowadays, the idol industry is at the time of the fire. Every year, the newcomers are from double digits to triple digits, but it is really widely accepted by the public. In the end, there are only two or three people.
The apparent elimination rate is 1%. In fact, the heavy screening behind them is hidden under the iceberg.
Once the resource conversion rate is not high enough at the time of debut, the albums recorded in the announcements have responded flatly, and the company will continue to reduce the investment of resources. It is like training stocks to control the ten-year life of big ticket artists with sky-high price contracts and low salary.
This is nothing new in the industry.
When Huo Jian heard these two words, instead of chewing and thinking for the first time, he was looking at the young man's eyes.
Seventeen years old, clear and transparent, calm and immobile.
"...I want to be red." Huo Jian slowly said: "What do you get when you are red?"
"This is a good time to insert a tragic past." Fu laughed next year: "Mr. Huo, but if I said, I just want to be a man."
Since you want to fight and gain the upper hand, it is not an exaggeration to put all your time and energy and all weights into full play.
Thousands of people want to go this way every year and want to take this flight to cross the dragon gate.
Why can't I be the one standing at the highest point in the end?
"It's not shameful." Huo Jian slowly said: "You voluntarily signed up to spf, for this purpose?"
Fu shook his head next year and finally rubbed his hair like a 16-year-old.
He paused suddenly for a few seconds, and he didn't say the following.
"A bit naive," the teenager mumbled.
Huo Jian rubbed the edge of the cup with his fingertips, and suddenly felt that he was a bit like imitating Pei Ruye unconsciously.
"I don't have much time."
"It's really naive." Fu sighed next year, still telling the truth: "Because you are not reconciled."
"Not reconciled?"
"Yes."
"I'm actually not good at performing in front of the public. I have an introverted personality and few friends."
He took his backpack with both hands and took out a thick folder.
"But I like to write songs and lyrics, from the beginning."
Huo Jian took over the folder and simply flipped through a few pages.
"Bring this bag every day?"
"Well, if you can meet any teacher, you will ask them for help as much as possible."
If children in ordinary families do not concentrate on exams and do this kind of thing all day long, they will be ridiculed and ridiculed on and off campus, and may not have a good result.
Fu started to try to learn piano next year when he was twelve or three years old, but he was scolded by his mother with his ears.
He has an ordinary family and can afford to go to school, but he has no spare money to buy piano and lessons, and it is impossible to ask his teacher how to sing and write words.
But he only likes this by nature.
The head teacher scolded him for evading reality. Parents and tears did not rip through his songs because he was not social and reticent. He used to be ridiculed in isolation in junior high school.
"Yo yo, big star, remember to sign me in the future."
"Look at your virtue can go out to sing? What kind of crepe stuff did you write, just listen to the Chinese class, right?"
"Fu next year, you have only thirty-seven mathematics, three-ten-seven!!!! You dog brain!!!"
Huo Jian read a few pages of shallow basic works, took his schoolbag, and picked a book "Introduction to Music Theory" to turn one page at random.
The textbook has been ripped up.
The cover of the old book cover protects the spine of the cover. The edges of the illustrations are recorded with fine points of knowledge. All the exercises after the class that other people disdain to do are also done.
No more questioning.
Fu described this reason as "naive" next year because he has been in SPF for a year and a half.
The disillusioned good illusions have all been disguised and exposed to the and crude side.
Without a background, it would be harder to spread the work by writing songs and composing music than to be popular.
The company will not rush to adopt a trainee's song, no matter how good it is, it is extremely light, and it is not easy to sell it.
Countless people want to make their works known and remembered, there is only one way, that is red.
Red, contact more channels, strive for more resources, and use all your strength to climb up step by step.
Then I was seen by this world.
Huo Jian returned several old things to him without commenting on whether the works were good or bad.
Fu will only look at him cautiously next year when he is holding his staff.
"In those few episodes that were bullied, the imagination was broken?"
The teenager buried his head and collected the teaching materials and books, and whispered: "This world is too dog."
Huo Jian couldn't help laughing.
"There are not many places for cosmetic surgery. After all, all the good doctors are invited."
He leaned forward and stared at Fu's eyes next year.
"That was indeed a good opportunity."
"With a more refined and prominent appearance, even if it is captured for a short moment, it may become popular on the whole network because of its appearance."
"This bet, you are willing to pour the skin and bones up, indicating that you are cruel enough to yourself."
Fu tried his best to maintain this look next year, but he knew his identity and weight in his heart.
He breathed for a few seconds and said truthfully: "Because I don't have many choices."
He is not the protagonist, unlike Xie Shen, he was born with a deep family. The pianos of his childhood were all taught by the three giants of Shidu Conservatory of Music.
He couldn't meet the opportunity like Huo Jian again. He could be fortunate to join the ten-year plan to sharpen his sword, and then became popular in Asia.
He was an ordinary person who had signed with the company for ten years and refused to admit his fate.
"My advice is, don't go."
Huo Jian got up slowly, and another thing was brewing in his heart, but he didn't disclose more.
"Fu next year."
The young man stunned and stood up and responded quickly.
"Practice for another two years." Huo Jian put on his coat and glanced at him sideways: "Your classical music foundation is too poor, and the amount of writing is simply not enough."
Next year, Fu heard a faint voice, and subconsciously said, "How about two years later?"
"Maybe there will be a chance."
"Maybe not."
Huo Jian said lightly: "The choice is yours, but it is another bet."
Fu didn't chase and send him next year, but stared at it for a long time.
"Mr. Huo."
Huo Jian stopped and turned to look at him again.
"Ordinary people-do you have that kind of opportunity?"
Huo Jian glanced at him.
"You want to be an ordinary person?"
Fu's eyes suddenly light up next year.
It's as if it has been recognized again and ignited the ambition that has been suppressed for too long.
Huo Jian walked forward again with the assistant's company, and behind him came the clear voice of the teenager.
"I can wait--"
"How long can you wait,"
"As long as it's there!"
Huo Jian didn't look back, but waved his back to him.
Back in the elevator again, it was Pei Ruye as soon as the door opened.
Huo Jianzheng was thinking about things, and looked up to see him, with a smile in his eyes.
"teacher."
"Shun Lu." Pei Ruye also put one hand in his pocket and pressed the button to the 16th floor.
"I'm thinking of a new plan." Huo Jian lowered his voice and said: "It may have the same benefits as the Tiantuan plan, but the investment and operating costs will be much lower."
"Now corona's itinerary is too full, you may not care about it, but if..."
Pei Ru also glanced at the camera.
"There is good tea in the office."
Huo Jian does not buy it: "I want to eat baked muffins."
The man said sideways: "Is there a big appetite recently?"
"You also need to put blueberries." Huo Jian slowly stated the conditions: "Without cinnamon powder, a spoonful of maple syrup."
Pei Ruye also squinted at him for a few seconds.
"It's wild."