South Korea only became wealthy for a short period of time, but it developed the arrogance and arrogance of Koreans. Especially for the Chinese, they look down on them from the bottom of their hearts.

Because Xiao Qian was a director, they didn't dare to do it on the surface, but deep down they were laughing.

How could Xiao Qian be so acquainted with a group of young people? He didn't even listen to Yu Yongzhen's nagging.

After working hard for a while, Yu Yongzhen spoke first when he was still waiting for persuasion.

"alright."

"As long as you know I'm good for you...ah? Okay?"

Xiao Qian spread his hands and looked at a bunch of people whose jaws dropped to the ground, smiling extraordinarily wantonly.

"Making music, to me, is like eating and drinking."

Koreans are relatively shallow, and good and bad are all superficial. If you are humble to them, they will think that you are really not good. So when you are great, you should be as arrogant as possible.

Others will not think you are hateful, but will admire you even more.

Yu Yongzhen didn't care about anything else and quickly played the melody. The melodious orchestral melody washed away impetuosity and made everyone in the recording studio intoxicated.

When they looked at Xiao Qian again, they were all filled with awe.

They all play music, and you can tell whether a piece of music is good or not just by listening to it. Even the most picky person can't say anything about the works Xiao Qian presented.

Xiao Qian enjoyed everyone's admiration peacefully without any disturbance in her heart.

Demo, my brother made the song two years ago, okay?
Chapter completed!