Chapter 20 Dead Girl Cannon

Sure enough, within five minutes, four bodyguards in black opened the way, and a large group of people came in from the gate of the night stadium.

　　It must be He Jiaqi and his party.

　　Director Liu led the way and led the crowd towards the lounge.

　　Chen Feng didn't get a chance to talk the whole time, only when the crowd passed by, he vaguely saw a haughty figure in the crowd surrounded by bodyguards strutting by.

　　In the night show, many real or fake fans shouted He Jiaqi's name frantically to the crowd.

　　But the crowd did not stop or linger at all.

　　After He Jiaqi entered, the bodyguards spread out again, not allowing anyone to come within five meters of the door of the lounge.

　　After a full half an hour, the wrist finally went out the door, the makeup was bright and bright, and the clothes were very stage-style.

　　At this time, there was a whole row of security guards standing under the performance stage of the night show. All of them were strong and strong, with their hands on their backs. Under the flickering stage lights, this group of people seemed to be the door gods of Nantianmen.

　　Chen Feng paid attention to He Jiaqi the whole time, and still didn't have a chance to speak, but at least he was able to determine who her manager was.

　　This is a feminine man who looks a little bit of a pussy, and the powder on his face is too thick to tell his specific age.

　　Finally, after He Jiaqi had come on stage to sing, the man walked back alone.

　　Chen Feng leaned up and tried to squeeze out a smile, "Hello."

　　The man didn't react at first, and still walked towards the rest room on his own.

　　Chen Feng shouted again from behind, and he turned around.

　　"Are you calling me?"

　　His voice is really squeamish, and I don't know if it was born like this, or if the excessive secretion of estrogen makes his pronunciation seem strange, both weak and a bit sharp.

　　Chen Feng nodded, "Yes sir."

　　"Am I familiar with you? Has anyone ever told you that it's rude to casually greet a stranger?"

　　The agent seemed to be suddenly angry.

　　Chen Feng was stunned.

　　Ever since he started dreaming, he first dealt with Zhong Lei, a 1000-year-old tycoon in the future. Although Zhong Lei was quite difficult at first, it could be seen that Zhong Lei was actually pretty good, but he was used to using arrogant words. Camouflage is self-protection.

　　Later, Chen Feng dealt with Lu Wei and Zheng Rou again, and this time the experience was obviously better.

　　His previous successful experience made him forget the truth that the King of Hell is good at seeing little devils, and he suddenly encountered the style of He Jiaqi's agent, which was very uncomfortable and unexpected.

　　"I'm sorry, I'm taking the liberty, but I do have something I want to talk to you and Teacher He about."

　　Chen Feng usually has a great temper, but this time he has a rare self-control.

　　This damn girl suddenly sent a hygienic eye, "Don't you just want to sign, you said it so loftily. Get off, I have seen a lot of people like you who don't know what they are called."

　　After speaking, he walked forward, squeezed Chen Feng's shoulders and continued to walk in.

　　Chen Feng said anxiously from behind: "I'm not trying to sign, I'm a music producer. I wrote a song and I want to sell it to Teacher He!"

　　The dead girl turned her head sharply, squinting her eyes and looking up and down at Chen Feng.

　　The lights of the night show were a little dim, so that the eyes of the dead girl seemed a little cold.

　　"I know all the famous musicians in the country. But I don't know you. I'll give you five seconds. If you can't say your teacher's name. I'll call the security guard and drive you away immediately."

　　Of course Chen Feng doesn't have a teacher.

　　He has decided to give up.

　　Tried and failed.

　　Unsurprisingly, this grandson thief was a little bit more disgusting than expected.

　　Sure enough, the world is so big.

　　Chen Feng was silent, lowered his head and raised his guitar, turned and left.

　　In the night show, He Jiaqi's singing was very loud.

　　Although the agent is very annoying, it cannot be denied that He Jiaqi's rock singing voice is very special.

　　Her voice is high and penetrating.

　　The music seemed to come out of her throat as intensely as milking a cow.

　　Chen Feng is really regretful in his heart, this rock voice is very suitable for "It's Deep in the Night".

　　"Mr. Mai, what are you doing?"

　　Just as Chen Feng walked away, the chubby Director Liu leaned over to see the situation here.

　　The agent snorted, "Manager Liu, please warn the entertainers in your store. Don't come to harass me if you have nothing to do, I'm very busy. Just like him, he sells songs to our family Qi? Just kidding. Shit, wasting my time."

　　Watching the dead girl go away, Director Liu turned his head and glared at the employees behind him, "Who was the man who was carrying the guitar just now? Call me!"

　　The deputy director in charge of the arrangement of the singers for the warm-up today quickly took out his mobile phone to read the memo, and wondered, "There is no such person today! Maybe someone from outside? We are blamed for nothing?"

　　Director Liu shrugged, "Forget it. In fact, I don't think it's anything. Young people have ideals, so maybe the songs they write are not bad. No one is born with a wrist, right?"

The person next to him echoed, "That's right. But I heard before that this agent named Mai Hui is quite neurotic, and it's true. But Mr. He is quite easy."

　　Director Liu smiled, "You don't understand that. Artists just need to be good people and smile when they meet everyone. But what an artist's manager has to do is to play a black face. This is all knowledge, you learn it. Won't."

　　The middle-level leaders of several Lemei bars here are chatting,

Mai Hui, the dead girl's agent who had dragged her tail to the sky just now, was walking out of it at a very fast speed.

　　As he walked, he said on the phone, "Hey, good sister Rou, I'll come out right now. Oh, how can I work on your big driver with such a trivial matter as Jiaqi and I."

　　"We didn't dare to disturb you and Sister Weiwei before, so we didn't tell you. You had to say earlier that you wanted to chat with us, and I'll set a time to visit tomorrow. Alright, alright, I'll be there soon."

　　Seeing this, Director Liu quickly followed, "What's wrong with Mr. Mai?"

　　Mai Hui raised his head proudly, "Lu Wei's manager Zheng Rou, Ms. Zheng heard that our family Qi was holding a music club in Lemei, and came to say hello in person, saying that she would talk to our family Qi later. UU Reading www .uukanshu.com"

　　The group of people in the Lemei Bar was suddenly shocked.

　　Those who are engaged in night shows in Hanzhou basically know that Lu Wei, the biggest actor in Hanzhou, and also the loudest actor among the younger generation in the country, is in Hanzhou.

　　Every night club owner sharpened his head and wanted to invite this big Buddha to come and shake it casually, even if he didn't sing, just drink and chat there.

　　But no one has ever been able to invite it, and even if Miss Lu did not take the initiative, no one dared to invite it.

　　People are really big Buddhas, and they will not easily enter small temples.

　　Although Lu Wei didn't come in person, her manager Zheng Rou Ken came over to say hello, which also gave him enough face, how could he be neglected.

　　The group of people inside rushed out vigorously, but outside Chen Feng and Zheng Rou collided.

　　Chen Feng walked with his head down, and was reluctant to leave, but Zheng Rou, a manager, had the ability to remember him, so he recognized him first.

　　"Mr. Chen, are you here to sing too tonight?"

　　Seeing him carrying a guitar, Zheng Rou also thought he was a resident singer.

　　Chen Feng snapped back to his senses, looked up to see Zheng Rou, and shook his head embarrassedly, "No, I just heard that He Jiaqi is coming to sing today, come and have a look."

　　He was embarrassed to say that he came to sell songs and was rejected.

　　One is that I decided not to find Lu Wei before, and the other is that I just released the song "Boring" not long ago, and a complete new song was released a bit too confusing.

　　Zheng Rou nodded, "He Jiaqi's songs are good, but he is good at rock, so it doesn't suit your folk style, Mr. Chen."

　　"That's right, Sister Rou, are you here?"

　　"We are Hanzhou landlords after all. He Jiaqi voted for Weiwei in the singer selection a few days ago. I came to say hello."