"..." Ye Lizhi couldn't believe his ears and opened his mouth, "You, you are, Han...Han Mo?"
Han Mo did not speak, but just looked at him indifferently.
Ye Lizhi's eyes widened and suddenly stretched out his hand, tightly held Han Mo's hand, and shook it vigorously, "So you are the best bar singer, Han Mo, Han Mo."
Han Moqing gave an "um" and quietly took out the hand that Ye Lizhi held tightly to me and kept shaking.
Ye Lizhi pestered Han Mo to ask questions for a while, and the other two singers also came to the first hall one after another.
All the singers participating in the competition arrived. The directors walked in with the props for the draw. It was a golden box with seven red **** the size of table tennis **** with numbers written on them, from one to seven. Which number is drawn will be the first one to play.
The assistant of the director group carried the box to the table in the center of Hall One, and said politely, “Teachers can come to draw lots. The numbers you draw are the order of appearance tonight.”
The people in the hall circled over. Ye Lizhi gently touched Han Mo with his arm, "How many numbers do you want to draw?"
Han Mo was not too concerned about the first appearance, so he said casually, "It's all right."
Ye Lizhi frowned and said in a low voice, "Don't get the number one, seven songs, after you have finished listening, the audience has forgotten the first singer sang, so why would you vote for him? It."
Han Mo did not answer, but what Ye Lizhi said actually made sense. According to the audience’s deepening of memory, the more they have an advantage in the future. This is what most people think when the lottery is drawn. In fact, Han Mo doesn’t think it matters much. It depends on the strength of the players themselves.
Everyone is in a wait-and-see state, wanting to draw, but they are afraid of taking the number that they don’t want to be drawn the least. Everyone’s eyes are on the golden box. No one moves, but someone always says, " Let's get started." They all want others to start.
It doesn’t matter how many Han Mo played in the game. He originally wanted to wait for everyone to finish the draw and then draw again, but he didn’t expect that no one would want to be the first one, and he couldn’t keep standing like that. After two steps, he had a long arm, he grabbed it easily, took out a ball, held it in his palm, and returned to the position he had just stood.
When Han Mo went out, Ye Lizhi was shocked. He wanted to pull him a bit. He didn't want him to be the first to smoke. Han Mo came back before he could make a move. Ye Lizhi asked quickly, "Let’s see what it is. Number."
Han Mo stretched out his hand, and a 7 was written impressively on the red ball.
Everyone gasped, and hated that they hadn’t gone early just now, but the number 7 that they wanted the most was taken away.
Ye Lizhi whispered excitedly, "You are lucky."
Since Han Mo finished his first draw, everyone rushed forward and started drawing lots, almost at the same time.
Ye Lizhi shook the ball in front of Han Mo with the small ball in his hand, squinting his eyes triumphantly, “It’s No. 5, that’s good, I’m content.”
The lottery is over. Everyone is talking quietly with the people around them. They are all satisfied, except for one person.
"I don't care, I don't want the number one, you can tell me to tell the director to draw lots again." Wang Yao stuffed the ball with the number 1 to the agent.
Everyone thinks that Wang Yao has a backstage, but I don’t know who her backstage is. In fact, her backstage is Wang Yi, the president of Jinda Entertainment, and Wang Yao’s uncle. She has been pampered and self-willed since she was a child, and now, thanks to her uncle's relationship, she has gone all the way into the entertainment circle with the green light.
The agent was also helpless. "It is impossible to draw lots again. Even if the director agrees, the other six singers will not agree. Don't worry." The middle-aged woman took Wang Yao to persuade her with kind words. .
"Then what do you say, anyway, I just don't want number 1." Wang Yao shook the middle-aged woman's arm hard.
"Should we try to change with someone else?" The agent is only tentative. In fact, this kind of thing is not very maneuverable. Generally, no one wants to change. The girl who was driven away by them had a small ball with number 2 in her hand. The agent took Wang Yao's arm again and said softly, "Let's change with her, No. 2 is better than No. 1."
Wang Yao didn't think so in her heart. She snorted coldly. Just about to take her gaze back, she suddenly saw Han Mo standing not far away, "I want to change with him, I want the size 7." After that, she stepped on high heels to Han Mo. Go.
"Replace your number 7 with me." Wang Yao raised her chin and applied for being mean.
Han Mo was being dragged by Ye Lizhi to speak, and suddenly he was taken aback when he heard such an endless sentence. Looking in the direction of the voice, the other party could still use such an arrogant tone with such an unreasonable request. In his heart, Han Mo felt that the girl probably met the people who were too kind. But he just glanced at her, and without stopping for half a second, he faintly replied, "No change."
If it’s someone else, beg him politely, maybe Han Mo will agree. After all, he doesn’t care about the order of appearance, but Han Mo dislikes this woman and doesn’t care about it.
The agent had no hope, but he didn't expect that Han Mo would not give Wang Yao any face, and angrily followed and said, "The current newcomers have this attitude towards the seniors? Newcomers like you can come to the game to show their faces. It’s already pretty good. I can participate in at most two games, and it’s not a pity to be eliminated. What is the difference between the first appearance?"
Ye Lizhi became very popular when he heard it, and said, “Do you know who he is? He is the best bar singer, and the topic about him has always been the top ten in the hot search list.”
"Bar singer, huh, can anyone on the Internet take it seriously?" Wang Yao showed a mocking expression.
After the lottery, the singer can go back to the room with his number written on it. Han Mo doesn’t want to entangle with these two people anymore. It would be a waste of life to say a word, but Ye Lizhi refused to give up and continued, “Han Mo has signed a contract. Morning Media is no longer a bar singer."
"Sichen Media signs so many artists every year, what about signing contracts? It's not a line, and even the agent didn't send one to follow. Even if they are signed artists, they are not valued newcomers." Wang Yao's agent snorted coldly. With a cry, "Go ahead, who is your agent?"
Ye Lizhi clenched his fists unconvinced, touched Han Mo's arm lightly, and whispered, "Who is your agent, please tell them that any one of Sichen Media is better than their Jinda Entertainment. "
For a while, Wang Yao and his agent, including Ye Lizhi, watched Han Mo, but Han Mo was really too lazy to compete with people like Wang Yao and others, suddenly a familiar voice came from behind.
"Little Momo, I heard from the director group that you got the 7th? Your kid is lucky." Meng Si stuck in his waist with a look of excitement.
"Meng, President Meng?" Wang Yao's agent greeted Meng Si on the initiative, his expression stiffened on his face, and the corners of his eyes that had just been raised quivered slightly.
Meng Si glanced at her and nodded as a response.
Han Mo handed the small ball with number 7 to Meng Si without saying anything.
"It's number 7 really, I'm lucky, let's go, let's go to room 7 and get ready." Meng Si checked the time and walked to the door.
Han Mo said to Ye Lizhi: "I'm leaving now." Ye Lizhi was also surprised that the boss of Sichen Media was so easy-going to talk to Han Mo. The relationship is really not like a boss and an artist. He still wants to say something. What, but Han Mo has already left the door of Hall One with Meng Si.
Wang Yao hasn’t recovered from the stunned expression just now. Looking at the backs of Han Mo and Meng Si, he slightly turned his face to the shocked agent beside him and said, “Some time ago, I heard that Mr. Meng from Sichen Media He came out of the mountain again to be an agent, is it just for him?"
The agent gave a wry smile, "It seems...Is it."