raknovel Chapter 83 Recruiting Soldiers
Chapter 83 Recruiting Soldiers
Chapter 83 Recruiting Soldiers
"Hey! I heard you made a hundred million?"
"It's fake, that's pure rumor! I just lost hundreds of millions, that's more like it."
Yuan Yuan, who was lying on the bed, glared at Huang Yiliang when she heard his words.
Okay! That bastard Huang Yiliang broke his promise again.
"You're kidding me!" Liu Yifei snatched Yang Mi's phone and yelled.
"Fine, don't believe me then. I knew no one would believe the truth." Huang Yiliang hung up the phone.
This is comfortable, but also tiring.
All he wants to do right now is sleep.
"Yi Liang, don't go to sleep yet! Get up and wash up before you sleep, you're filthy." Sister Yuanyuan quickly nudged Huang Yi Liang.
"Sister Yuanyuan, I'm so sleepy, can you wipe me down?" Huang Yiliang said and then fell asleep.
Sister Yuanyuan must be a bit of a germaphobe. No matter how tired or sleepy she is after she's done, she has to wash herself clean before going to sleep.
When Huang Yiliang woke up, he was surprised to find that the entire Chinese music scene was filled with voices condemning him.
This time, even music producers and singers have spoken out.
It is rare for musicians from Hong Kong, Taiwan, and mainland China to unite in condemning Huang Liangmeng Music's works as vulgar and believing that they have seriously lowered the aesthetic standards of Chinese music.
Fortunately, Dong Ge didn't stand with those bastards. Dong Ge was in the hospital getting an IV drip; he didn't have time for that.
Okay! The main thing is that Huang Yiliang was standing in front of Dong Ge's hospital bed at this moment, holding a fruit knife in his hand, with the tip pointing directly at Dong Ge.
"Eat up!" Huang Yiliang said, an apple stuck in his fruit knife.
"At least peel it for me!" Zhang Yadong snapped irritably.
"Eat it or not, it's like a grown man peeling an apple."
Huang Yiliang tossed the apple into the fruit basket and took an orange, peeling it himself.
"You really made a hundred million?" Zhang Yadong asked curiously.
"Hmm—! To be precise, it's one hundred and four million," Huang Yiliang said calmly.
Zhang Yadong was startled. He tried to slow his breathing, which was more in line with his composed and sophisticated demeanor.
"Then you deserve to be targeted! You really deserve it." Zhang Yadong finally couldn't hold back and said through gritted teeth.
"Hehe, just don't join others in targeting me," Huang Yiliang said with a wicked grin.
Zhang Yadong remained silent.
After a long pause, he added indignantly, "That depends on how much money they offer."
Huang Yiliang was speechless.
"You're not even as good as Sister Fei."
Fei Jie is indeed a loyal friend. As soon as she heard that Huang Yiliang was being beaten up, she immediately offered to help.
Huang Yiliang quickly expressed his gratitude and strongly requested that no one help him.
Huang Yiliang didn't want to owe her a favor, and besides, given Fei Jie's fighting ability, she couldn't even win an argument with Na Da Sha. Getting involved would only be sending the enemy to their deaths.
However, Nayoung had spoken very rudely about Huang Liangmeng Music in front of the media, and since she was an older woman, Huang Liang couldn't really retaliate.
Yang Kun was also one of the harshest critics of Huang Liangmeng Music. He publicly denounced Huang Liangmeng Music's rubbish in front of the media, saying it set back the entire Chinese music scene by 20 years.
There are also other scoundrels like Wang Feng, Sun Nan, Xu Wei, Pu Shu, Zhou Jie Gun, Lin Junjie, Xie Tingfeng, and so on from Hong Kong and Taiwan, all of whom criticize Huang Liang Meng's music as the culprit of vulgar music.
Even pseudo-musicians like Gao Xiaosong and Dapeng are trying to piggyback on Huang Liangmeng's fame, as if they wouldn't seem high-class if they didn't criticize him.
Huang Liangmeng Music is now like a rat crossing the street in the music industry, and everyone wants to kick it while it's down.
"What's wrong? I don't believe you're so kind as to come to the hospital to visit me with fruit and supplements," Zhang Yadong asked.
"Let me make it clear beforehand, I'm already in bed, so I can't help you much!" Zhang Yadong leaned against the headboard and peeled an apple for himself; he really did have to peel it.
"If you can't help, let Lao Liu come and help me. Don't you always say he's old and uncultured and doesn't fit the style of your recording studio?" Huang Yiliang said shamelessly.
Zhang Yadong was even more speechless.
"I'm not even dead yet, and you're already trying to steal my man."
"That's a very harsh way to put it. This is called the normal flow of talent. Besides, Lao Liu isn't exactly a talent!" Huang Yiliang laughed.
"Why do you have to target my corner? Can't you dig at someone else's?" Zhang Yadong shouted angrily.
"Hey, you said it yourself."
Huang Yiliang had been waiting for Dong Ge to say those words.
The guy immediately pulled a small notebook out of his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Yadong was taken aback.
"Write down names for other companies for me. I'll be responsible for poaching them, preferably talents in music production," Huang Yiliang said matter-of-factly.
"This is a bit unethical," Dong Ge shook his head. He was a true gentleman of high moral character.
So he wrote down a whole notebook full of names for Huang Yiliang.
"Wow, do you have a grudge against the major music giants?" Huang Yiliang exclaimed in surprise.
Dong Ge is too ruthless.
"Ahem, doing good deeds anonymously, you forced me to write this. Get lost, I'm going to sleep."
"Okay, thanks, Brother Dong." Huang Yiliang took the apple that Brother Dong had peeled.
He even took a big bite right in front of Dong Ge.
"Mmm—! Sweet!"
"Get out—!" Zhang Yadong was so angry he wanted to throw a knife.
Even if he didn't die, he would be driven to death by this bastard.
"Thanks, Brother Dong!" Huang Yiliang waved his hand without turning his head.
He was indeed a tiny bit touched. It doesn't matter if the whole world is criticizing you, you don't even know them.
But it would be really painful if your friend betrayed you too.
In fact, Huang Yiliang didn't think he could find top producers from major music companies.
But what if it works out? And this could be a way to annoy the other person, though it might get you beaten up.
So Huang Yiliang decided to hand the matter over to his father, Uncle Dong, who was a master at poaching talent.
Leaving aside the female employees, with Uncle Dong's lavish spending and smooth talk, there are very few things he can't handle.
Needless to say, male employees will take you directly to a bathhouse. Few men can resist the temptation of 298 yuan. Moreover, Uncle Dong is fast and not easily blocked by others.
Huang Liangmeng Music currently has 100 million yuan in its account, so of course it needs to recruit more talent.
However, when Huangliangmeng Music posted its recruitment information, not a single musician with real aspirations came, but quite a few online singers did.
"Uh—! Aren't you that guy?" Huang Yiliang looked at the short man in front of him with a strange expression.
"Who? Tell me!" the short man said expectantly.
"Guo Xiaosi, why aren't you writing novels in Shanghai? What are you doing in Beijing? I'm here to recruit singers." Huang Yiliang was quite curious about this guy with the punk hairstyle.
At least you'll remember him at first glance.
"Haha, you've read my book, do you need me to sign it?" Guo Jingming said with particular confidence.
"No need, thank you." Huang Yiliang refused decisively.
"You should go back to writing novels! Singing has no future."
"Then give me your autograph. I think you'll definitely become famous in the future," Guo Xiaosi said excitedly.
He recognized Wong Yat-leung and even sang a line: "I drink wine from the mountain pass, a thousand autumns will pass through my throat, and I will also pour boiling snow for someone in the wind and clouds."
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Okay! Although Huang Yiliang is quite popular online, not many people know his name, let alone that he is the general manager of Huang Liangmeng Music.
"No need for a signature, and besides, you don't meet our company's hiring requirements." Huang Yiliang quickly passed on Guo Xiaosi.
In fact, Guo Jingming is very good at creating internet celebrities, but Huang Yiliang is worried that Guo Jingming might try to sexually harass him.
Why?
Guo Xiaosi got angry, "I haven't even started singing yet, and you're already saying I can't do it."
"We are a very traditional company. First, you need to dye your hair back to black," Huang Yiliang casually offered as an excuse.
"Stop talking. I'm so disappointed in your company, and so disappointed in you. I thought you shared the same taste as me," Guo Xiaosi said, utterly disappointed.
You could tell he was genuinely disappointed; his eyes were red.
Well, to some extent, Huang Liangmeng's music style does indeed align somewhat with Xiao Si's aesthetic.
Guo Xiaosi particularly likes Huang Liangmeng's music "Poisonous Perfume" and "Love for Sale". He came to Beijing to participate in the recording of a program. Although he hasn't started writing "Tiny Times" yet, he has already become somewhat famous in Shanghai's literary circles because of his love-hate relationship with Han Han.
"You didn't say anything! But I feel like he's about to cry," Sister Yuanyuan said strangely.
"Uh—! Maybe he's just a bit stingy!" Huang Yiliang said awkwardly.
Xiao Si is known for being easily moved to tears, and is also notoriously stingy.
Huang Yiliang guessed correctly this time.
Guo Jingming returned to Shanghai and began to conceive his own "Tiny Times". Huang Yiliang is a very low-level and very stupid villain in his novel.
Fortunately, Sister Yuanyuan didn't sign with a management company, otherwise she would have driven her boss crazy. Huang Liangmeng Music has become the target of public criticism, and she still insists on standing on Huang Yiliang's side at this critical moment.
This older sister is so heartbreaking.
"Next!"
"Hello, interviewers!"
"My name is Zheng Yuan, I come from Guangdong, and I graduated from..."
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"You've passed. You're exactly the kind of talent our company needs. Xiaoxiao, get him an A-level contract."
Before Zheng Yuan even started singing, Huang Yiliang handed him an A-level contract.
Zheng Yuan was extremely excited. Huang Liangmeng's music was considered garbage by traditional musicians, but it was a guiding light for online musicians.
Zheng saw the job posting online and traveled from Foshan by train.
Huang Yiliang was also a little excited. This guy in front of him could provide the company with at least 50 online love songs. Moreover, it wasn't that he lacked singing skills; it was just that there weren't any good songs for him to sing.
Zheng didn't have time to read the contract carefully; he only glanced at the important information about the annual salary of 200,000 yuan and thought to himself, "I'm rich! My monthly salary is over 10,000 yuan now."
"Um, General Manager." Zheng glanced at the nameplate on Huang Yiliang's desk.
"Could I get an advance of 20,000 yuan? I signed a contract with a music studio in Guangdong, and I'll have to pay 20,000 yuan if I cancel the contract," Mr. Zheng asked cautiously.
"The company will cover this cost for you. If there are no other issues, let's sign the contract!" Huang Yiliang waved generously.
"Thank you, thank you, I'll sign it right now." Mr. Zheng nodded hurriedly.
too excited.
Wow, companies in Beijing are so great! I should have come here to be a "Beijing drifter" right after graduation.
"Next!"
Huang Yiliang spent an afternoon interviewing singers and recruited two more who were of average appearance but sang very well.
Of course, the treatment is definitely not as good as Zheng Yuan's. Zheng Yuan's talent has been proven in the future market. Who knows if these two good singers are any good?
Moreover, Zheng Yuan brought Huang Yiliang a surprise.
When this guy went back to Foshan to terminate his contract, he bragged everywhere, saying that it was easy to make a living in Beijing and that you could easily earn over 10,000 yuan a month. He even lured another fellow villager named Huanzi to come over.
This is another proven gem in the market, so of course it deserves an A-level contract.
"You must be tired! Let's go eat first!" Sister Yuanyuan said with concern.
Huang Yiliang laughed awkwardly, "I ordered boxed lunches."
He knew that Sister Yuanyuan wanted to go on a romantic getaway with him, but he was currently fighting a war and really didn't have time to spend with her.
"I meant eating boxed lunches!" Sister Yuanyuan laughed.
She was being overly considerate, which wasn't really a good thing.
This will make men feel that you are too good, which will put some pressure on them.
Anyway, Huang Yiliang, that scoundrel, will think that Sister Yuanyuan is too good to him.
How can he possibly flirt with other young girls now?
Didn't you see that Little Potato's little mouth was pouting to the sky?
Huang Liangmeng Music Production Department.
Huang Liang Meng Music currently has four music production teams. There's no way around it; their boss's creativity is just too abundant.
Sometimes they can provide you with ten musical melodies in a single day. Luckily, the boss handles the lyrics himself, so they only need to be responsible for the arrangement and post-production recording. Otherwise, it would be exhausting.
"Shouldn't we tell them to stop?" Sister Yuanyuan asked softly.
"No, they're really into it. If we stop, they'll have to get back into the swing of things. Just put the lunchboxes on the table. There are twelve people, so let's put thirteen lunchboxes!"
After distributing the boxed lunches, Huang Yiliang moved on to the next production team.
Since the decision has been made to crush the competition, the company must operate efficiently.
Huang Yiliang and Zhang Yadong had originally come up with a few trump card songs, but now he feels that he can let the bullets fly for a while and not rush to play the trump card first.
the other side.
Huang Haidong also suffered an undeserved misfortune when it was discovered that he was the chairman of Huang Liangmeng Music.
This guy has really been making headlines lately.
He sang three original songs on "Avenue of Stars": "BJ, BJ", "In the Spring", and "Free Like a Dream", all of which are classics. He made it into the final round with a very strong performance.
After it was revealed that he was the chairman of Huang Liangmeng Music, the music industry, which had previously been full of praise for him, immediately changed its tune.
Especially in the rock music scene, there was criticism that Huang Haidong's "In the Spring" focused too much on the relationship between men and women, and was neither rock and roll nor rebellious enough.
Some radical rock musicians even denounced Huang Haidong for killing rock and roll.
Huang Haidong was speechless. The song's lyricist and composer were clearly listed as a guy named Zhou Mengdie. What right did he have to insult a singer like him?
Even if it's something written by Lu Xun, I'd still think you're right to criticize Zhou Shuren (Lu Xun's real name).
And it's really despicable of you to only criticize one of my songs.
Aren't "BJBJ" and "Like a Dream" rock and roll enough?
"Hey! Son, how much money have you actually made? Your old man is almost driven to depression by all the criticism he's getting."
With Huang Haidong's abilities, he easily found out why others were targeting him. Of course, he had also heard the rumors of earning 100 million a month, but he was skeptical and didn't believe it even if it was 10 million.
"You can be depressed?" Huang Yiliang didn't believe it at first.
Huang Haidong rubbed his temples, looking troubled. "That's an adjective."
He had arranged to meet some girls who loved music at a hotel to practice singing, but suddenly one of the girls received a phone call saying that her house was on fire and she had to rush back to put it out. No man could stand that.
"One hundred and four million," Huang Yiliang said.
"How much?" Huang Haidong shouted, his voice cracking just like Yang Mi's.
"One hundred million!" Huang Yiliang said before hanging up the phone.
Huang Haidong immediately called back.
"Son, you must listen to your father on this matter. Music doesn't discriminate between noble and lowly. Music that the people like is good music."
"Put all the pressure on your old man. He's at the age where he has to bear the pressure, so let him take the blame."
"You must not give up. Keep making music, the more down-to-earth the better, and don't be influenced by those idiots."
"What's that saying again? Be brave and be yourself. You don't have to change your true self to please others."
Your uniqueness is the color that this world needs most.
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"Also, I own 10% of the company's shares, right?"
"knew!"
Huang Yiliang hung up the phone in a huff; he could feel his father's excitement even through the receiver.
This father and son are the same kind of people; making money is their top priority.
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