054 Childish!
The person who said this was a very serious woman. She should be less than thirty years old and had a clear face like a Nordic person. She should be called a beauty when dressed up. However, she did not even put on the most basic makeup, and her unmodified expression made her an iceberg, with no word "beauty" behind her.
Han Wen was stunned for a moment when he looked at her and soon showed a bureaucratic standard smile: "Of course, newcomers should be properly supported, but this issue is really nothing worth talking about."
""You, the deskmate", just passed on." The woman glanced around, "Have you heard it?"
Most people are shaking their heads.
"It's so late to vote, so there's no time to listen."
"What's the name of this song?"
"I've read the information. It was given by Star Factory. Given TF's previous work, I don't dare to listen."
The woman didn't care about this, her eyes were still firm: "Let's listen."
The scene was once very awkward.
The young male committee member next to him leaned into the woman's ear and whispered: "It's already decided, forget it..."
The woman smiled slightly: "If I forget this time, I will be appointed next time."
"It's not easy to get to this day..." the male committee member said unbearably, "Let's forget it."
On the other hand, the vice chairman received Korean wink, coughed his throat, and talked eroticly.
"On the one hand, the song was too late and there was no time for the committee members to review; on the other hand, Hua Rong can also afford five recommendation positions. The singles for this selected album are all remakes, and we also praised them unanimously."
"But this is the new song list." The woman looked directly at the vice chairman, like a judge staring at the suspect.
The vice chairman wanted to avoid this gaze: "The recommendation position is for excellent new songs. Member Mu, don't ignore the word "excellent"."
"How can you know if you don't listen?"
The vice chairman lowered his head and looked at the playlist, actively avoiding the judge-like eyes: "Is it necessary to listen to the songs from Star Factory? In addition, the type of song is a folk song or a campus ballad. The creator is also an unemployed vagrant. Such songs and such people have no positive energy in themselves."
"Okay, OK!" Han Wen raised his arms repeatedly and smiled to smooth things over. "It is necessary to express his own opinions and gather ideas. We need different voices. This is the responsibility of our committee. If we do not approve of this list, we do not sign. This is the power of each committee member."
Everyone expressed their approval and signed.
Only that woman put her pen across the table and declared her position to everyone.
After signing the letter, the male committee member next to him sighed: "Xianxue, does this make sense?"
"I don't know." The woman smiled and turned her head without any discouragement, "But who knows?"
After signing, Han Wen's assistant collected all the documents. Since there were only a dozen members, the results were announced soon.
She announced this: "The 41st New Song Chart recommended this year, with 11 members supporting it, and 1 member abstaining from it, and the final result was passed."
After hearing the result, Han Wen snorted and took the lead in applauding with encouragement: "Come on, everyone applauded for Member Mu Xianxue. This time, we still insist on our own opinions. We need such principled members!"
These words are obviously praise, but when they hear them, there is a sense of insult.
Sparse applause sounded, mixed with some ridicule.
"She doesn't sign for 40 consecutive periods."
"He's a warrior."
"The songs she nominated before are all good, why did she mention a campus ballad this time?"
"What's so good? I didn't mention any dance music last time, and I didn't even enter the top 20 in the vote in the end."
Korean quickly stopped everyone's discussion and smiled at Mu Xianxue, "Committee Mu, we respect your principles, but... can you explain a little about what your principles are for choosing songs?"
"This song, "You, Deskmate"," Mu Xianxue's face was still calm, "I think I have the chance to become a dark horse and win the top 3."
More ridicule sounded.
"At that time—" Mu Xianxue suddenly increased the volume, and the iceberg smiled again, "I am looking forward to everyone here."
The laughter came to an abrupt end.
Mu Xianxue stood up, smiled, nodded, and then left the seat decently.
When she walked out of the venue, the previous different ridicule instantly turned into a unified insult.
"What's it? It's still crazy."
"Chairman Han is full of money, so I'll give her a chance to speak and play this set."
"Just she is so noble? She obviously has a problem with her appreciation level."
On the main seat, Han Wen just sneered and picked up his notebook and tea cup.
Let’s play, keep playing like this, see how long you can play!
Mu Xianxue returned to her office on the edge alone, facing west, not only not ventilated, but also sunbathed west. It was very hot at this time. She leaned against the back of the chair and looked at a group photo on the table. Her face softened, revealing a completely different fragility from the moment.
She couldn't help but look at a calligraphy hanging on the wall-
[If this sea will eventually rot, I will be the last fish to pursue the truth.]
"The boss is so old, he is still so childish." She mocked herself, raised her breath, and cheered herself up again.
Mu Xianxue put on her headphones and decided to listen to "You, My Deskmate" again.
...
In a residential building more than ten kilometers away, an old man in his fifties put down his headphones.
He wiped the corners of his eyes and looked at the tears that were stained with his fingers in surprise.
Before I knew it, I listened three times...
The guitar playing method I have never thought of, the exciting new sound, the simple and simple but straight-sharp melody, and the lyrics that make people cry unhappy!
Lu Jian may be right, times are really going to change.
This song clearly has no meaning, but it brings the deepest experience.
Even people of their age are completely immersed in this slightly naive song, so they will have greater lethality for young people in their 40s, 30s, 20s, and teens.
Is this...a campus folk song?
Xing Dawei trembled and picked up the phone, trying to call Lu Jian, but he quickly let it go.
No, now is not the time to talk about your feelings with Lu Jian, and there are more important things to do.
He quickly walked to the computer, opened the email address, dragged the song files authorized by Lu Jian to the attachment, then clicked on the address book, and checked behind every music critic he knew.
Although I can't win the recommendation position, it's always OK to send a group to a few music critics.
"You, the Deskmate" is absolutely fine, it's okay to be unpopular, it doesn't matter if you have a mediocre voice, it's okay, the artistic conception has come!
When he hooked a name, his mouse hovered on it and he was reluctant to click it.
That was a critic who scared the entire literary and artistic world—
Chapter completed!