noveltune Chapter 204 Lin Zhou Launches a Star-Making Plan: Even a Cleaning Lady Can Be Made Famous
Chapter 204 Lin Zhou Launches a Star-Making Plan: Even a Cleaning Lady Can Be Made Famous
"What...what did you say?"
Hongjie picked at her ears, seriously suspecting that Zhou Lixing had recently driven her to hallucinate.
Su Qingge was also stunned, her peach blossom eyes wide open.
Following Lin Zhou's finger, all that could be seen was the old mop stained with water and Aunt Wang's weathered face.
"Lin Zhou, you must be joking."
Sister Hong lowered her voice, stamping her feet in frustration.
"We're looking for top performers to replace Li Tian and the others; we're vying for a spot on the Spring Festival Gala! What's the point of signing a cleaning lady?"
Lin Zhou ignored Hong Jie's outburst.
He strode to the corner of the emergency exit.
Wang Guihua was hunched over, diligently wiping a stubborn stain on the floor tiles.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up.
Upon seeing the company's big boss and the newly crowned king of singers who dared to kick out even big stars, Wang Guihua was so frightened that she dropped the mop in her hand with a "thud".
"President Su... Director Lin..."
She hurriedly rubbed her calloused hands on her dark blue cleaning uniform.
"I...I'll finish this almost done. I didn't slack off, I really didn't slack off!"
"Aunt Wang, don't be nervous."
Lin Zhou put on a gentle smile and reached out to pick up the mop for her.
"Who taught you that song you were just humming?"
Wang Guihua was stunned for a moment, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.
"No...no one taught me."
"I'm just a rough country bumpkin, what do I know about singing?"
"I was just humming because I was tired from work. Did I disturb you?"
"I won't sing anymore, please don't fire me, my son is still in the hospital waiting for the dialysis fees..."
By the end, Aunt Wang's eyes were red.
In this vast capital city, she, a low-level worker, is as fragile as duckweed.
Su Qingge stepped forward and gently took her rough hand in hers.
"Aunt Wang, don't be afraid, no one is going to fire you."
Lin Zhou looked into her bloodshot yet resolute eyes and spoke with utmost seriousness.
"Aunt Wang, I will not fire you."
"I'd also like to find you a different job."
"Change jobs?" Wang Guihua looked bewildered.
"right."
Lin Zhou pointed to the recording studio not far away.
"From today onwards, you don't need to carry the mop anymore. Go get the microphone."
"Sister Hong, draft a contract according to the standards for A-level artists."
"Pay 500,000 yuan as a signing fee first, to pay for the aunt's son's medical expenses."
Sister Hong gasped.
crazy!
Totally crazy!
A-level contract? A signing bonus of 500,000? Even those moderately famous second-tier singers wouldn't get that kind of treatment!
Wang Guihua was so overwhelmed by this unexpected windfall that she was completely stunned.
She was about to kneel down before Lin Zhou.
"Director Lin, please don't make fun of an old woman like me."
"I don't even know how to read sheet music, and my voice has been hoarse from being changed."
"I...I only know a few old country songs."
"Director Lin, I really can't do this."
"I want old songs."
Lin Zhou grabbed her arm, his eyes filled with an undeniable fervor.
"I want that smoky, raspy quality in your voice!"
"The current music scene is full of those affected, artificial sweeteners, all fake skills built on auto-tuning software."
"Do they even know what life is?"
"Do they even know what it means to be concerned about something?"
Lin Zhou turned to look at Su Qingge and Sister Hong, his voice echoing in the hall.
"The essence of music has never been about showing off skills."
"It's for resonance!"
"In Aunt Wang's voice, there is the passage of time, hardship, and longing for her loved ones."
"This is more moving than any brilliant high note."
On the system panel, the [Emotional Resonance Level: SSS] that shimmers with golden light is Lin Zhou's greatest source of confidence.
In this fast-paced era, what's lacking is never a refined appearance.
What's missing is the authenticity that can strike right into your soul.
Sister Hong was stunned by Lin Zhou's words.
She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
Half an hour later.
Wang Guihua pressed her red handprint crookedly onto a thick contract.
From that moment on, Starry Sky Media's "Star-Making Plan" was officially launched.
For the next whole week.
The third floor of Starry Sky Media became a no-go zone for everyone.
Lin Zhou locked Aunt Wang directly in the top-of-the-line recording studio.
There is no vocal coach.
There was no physical training.
They didn't even show Aunt Wang the musical score.
"Auntie, you don't need to worry about the position of your voice or the rhythm."
Through thick soundproof glass.
Lin Zhou sat in front of the mixing console and spoke in a deep voice into the microphone.
"Please sing this song as if it were for your son in his hospital bed."
"I'm singing this to your late mother back in the countryside."
Inside, Wang Guihua was wearing headphones and trembling with nervousness.
first day.
She didn't even dare to open her mouth; her voice was dry and off-key.
the next day.
Lin Zhou directly unplugged her accompaniment, making her cry in the recording studio.
She cried out all the grievances and disdain she had suffered over the years.
Day three.
Having completely released her emotions, Wang Guihua finally found that deep-seated sense of vicissitude.
Lin Zhou's grueling training was downright inhuman.
He didn't want Aunt Wang to imitate any singer.
He just wanted her to swallow all the bitterness of her life.
Then squeeze it out through your throat!
Sister Hong is as anxious as an ant on a hot pan every day.
The final review date for the Spring Festival Gala is drawing ever closer.
Royal Dynasty Entertainment has even made some harsh statements.
Li Tian and his team have secured the headlining spot at a certain TV station's New Year's Eve gala.
The entire internet is waiting to see Starry Sky Media make a fool of itself.
Let's wait and see how Lin Zhou's farce of "from cleaning lady to superstar" ends.
Some media outlets have even mocked Star Media, saying that it is desperate and will stop at nothing.
The pressure from the outside world weighed on Su Qingge's shoulders like a mountain.
But she did not urge Lin Zhou.
She chose to trust this man unconditionally.
I believe he can create another miracle.
Until the evening of the seventh day.
"Click".
The red light in the recording studio finally went out.
Lin Zhou pushed open the heavy soundproof door and came out.
His eyes were sunken.
A layer of bluish stubble had grown on his chin.
She looked extremely exhausted.
But his peach blossom eyes were frighteningly bright.
"Lin Zhou! How is it?"
Su Qingge and Sister Hong rushed over immediately.
"The Spring Festival Gala production team is coming to hear our demo soon, are we even up to par?"
Lin Zhou did not answer.
He simply walked up to the computer and pressed play.
"Sizzle..."
An extremely faint background noise was coming from the speaker.
Followed by.
A soothing, simple melody, imbued with a strong Chinese flavor, slowly flowed out.
There are no flashy arrangements.
There was no elaborate orchestral music.
There was only a simple wooden guitar.
Add to that Aunt Wang's humming, imbued with the heavy texture of time.
"Find some free time, find some time."
"Take your children and visit home often..."
The moment the first line of lyrics came from the speaker.
All sound in the entire control room disappeared.
Hongjie was pacing anxiously.
Upon hearing this sound, they abruptly stopped in their tracks.
It felt as if an invisible needle had pierced her heart.
My nose suddenly stung.
Su Qingge immediately covered her mouth, her eyes instantly turning red.
That sound.
It's as rough as sandpaper.
Yet it easily touched the softest corner of everyone's heart.
The singing continues.
It penetrated the cold recording equipment.
It cuts through the backstabbing and deceit of the workplace.
"Bring a smile, bring your blessings."
"Spend time with your loved one, and visit home often..."
"Mom prepared some nagging, and Dad prepared a delicious meal..."
There was no shouting or straining.
There was no deep-seated bitterness or hatred.
Wang Guihua was speaking in a casual, conversational tone.
It speaks to the deepest bonds in the bones of every Chinese person.
The grievances of leaving home and the expectations of parents are all contained in a simple lyric.
The sound engineers in the control room were all seasoned veterans who had seen it all.
They all turned away, secretly wiping away their tears.
Some people couldn't hold back anymore and squatted on the ground, sobbing silently.
Hongjie was already crying her eyes out.
Her exquisite makeup was ruined, and she sobbed, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Su Qingge leaned on Lin Zhou's shoulder, her tears soaking his clothes.
Lin Zhou leaned back in his chair.
Looking at this group of people crying like dogs.
A relieved smile finally appeared on his lips.
He turned to look at Su Qingge beside him, his voice hoarse yet full of strength.
"Honey, let's call the Spring Festival Gala production team."
"We're going to blow up the place this time."