The villain female supporting role is no longer working, wouldn't it be nice to join the editor

Wen Ning'er didn't know before that diamonds are divided into grades, and the ones she copied were the ones she saw in TV dramas.

A small, transparent bag, containing dozens of pills.

Of course, she had looked up information before coming, but the information online could not determine the specific price, and she didn't even know how big a carat was.

That’s why she took all the diamonds, but when she got to the store, she realized that she had taken the lowest grade white diamonds.

One was about 3 carats in size, and Wen Ning'er was so scared that she only took out two.

If you take too much, you're afraid that because of the huge amount of unidentified property, you'll be dragged to sing Tears Behind Bars, so why bother recording "The Lone Brave Man"?

This was the first time she had so much money in her bank card.

Excited heart, shaking hands!

Her heart was beating a little fast now. She stood by the road, watching the hustle and bustle of traffic and people coming and going. It took her a long time to calm down.

Now, it’s too early to get excited.

She is just a passing god of wealth. She has to compensate others with her money. How much can she keep for herself?

If you want to get excited, it will be when you make a lot of money in the future.

Think about it.

At noon, I simply found a noodle shop on the roadside and had a bowl of rice.

Her favorite staple food is rice, but this street is full of noodle shops, not a single one that sells stir-fried dishes!!

It's so weird.

Fortunately, noodle shops can make rice bowls.

When I arrived at the gate of the Imperial Academy of Music and Arts, no one stopped me and I was able to go in directly.

Wen Ning'er had never been to a famous domestic school in her previous life. The music school gave her a very ancient feeling.

The lotus pond by the roadside, the wind chimes at the corners of the corridors, and even the stone lions we just saw at the school gate are all so full of history.

After asking for directions along the way, they arrived at the door of the recording studio, and the teacher on duty asked Wen Ning'er to register.

"Little girl, you need to register to use the recording studio."

Wen Ning'er wrote down her message honestly.

It's just registration, it's not a big deal.

It just so happened that Recording Studio No. 2 was empty, so Wen Ning'er walked to the door of the studio.

Jin Yafeng looked at the little girl who pushed the door open, and had a preconceived feeling that her day was going to be wasted again.

It's no wonder he thinks so. After all, there are few talented and gifted creators these days, and students at music schools like to record their own original songs.

Then submitting your work to an agency is also a way to make money.

Only a few of them are bought, and even fewer become extremely popular.

"Hello, teacher, I want to record a song."

Wen Ning'er is very polite.

There is a saying that goes, the most important people an ordinary person can meet in his or her lifetime are basically his or her teachers in college.

You never know what kind of awesome identity your teacher has, and it is most likely that there will be "sweeping monks" on university campuses.

It's always a good idea to be polite to others and make good friends.

Jin Yafeng hummed, and stretched out his hand, "Let me see the lyrics and music you want to record first."

"Ok."

Wen Ning'er respectfully handed over the lyrics and music he had written.

Jin Yafeng didn't take it seriously, but after taking a look, his expression gradually became serious.

It took me fifteen minutes to finish watching this song.

Then he looked at the girl at the door and asked, "Are you going to record this song yourself?"

In fact, who finally recorded this song had nothing to do with Jin Yafeng, and he wouldn't say anything.

But the song that the little girl brought over today was a good song that he hadn't seen in recent years.

It's just that he thinks the style of this song is more suitable for a male voice, and he asked this question because he didn't want to bury the good song.

"Yes, sir. I plan to record a version myself first."

Wen Ning'er didn't think there was anything wrong with the teacher's question, because the song was originally sung by a boy.

It’s just because I don’t know any male singers, I don’t want to find a small singer, and I can’t find a big singer.

"Little girl, what's your name?" Jin Yafeng was attracted by the talent and made a decision in her heart.

Good works should never be buried, and should not be buried because there are no suitable singers to sing them.

"My name is Wen Ning'er."

Jin Yafeng felt a little sorry that Wen Ning'er was not a student in the school, but she was also very excited holding the manuscript in her hand.

"Xiao Wen, my name is Jin Yafeng, you can just call me Teacher Jin." Without showing anything on his face, he spoke kindly to Wen Ning'er.

Wen Ning'er followed Jin Yafeng's words and called out, "Hello, Teacher Jin."

Then Jin Yafeng continued, "Are you a student of our school? Is this your first time writing a song?"

Wen Ning'er had a feeling that she might encounter a rare opportunity today.

"I didn't graduate from a music school. I graduated from a teachers' college, but I'm very interested in working in the arts."

Wen Ning'er felt a little embarrassed after she finished speaking, and touched her nose, "This song is indeed inspired by my feelings."

There's nothing wrong with saying this out of inspiration, after all, she had just experienced a sky-high breach of contract and was even still in the middle of a lawsuit, so the lyrics barely fit her situation.

"Teacher, I won't beat around the bush with you. This song is really good, but as the author, you should know very well that this song is not suitable for girls to sing."

Of course Wen Ning'er knew it, but didn't she have any connections?

Suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred.

His eyes lit up, and he unconsciously took a half step forward and looked at Jin Yafeng, "Teacher, do you have a suitable singer?"

Jin Yafeng stroked his mustache and smiled, "You're quite clever. Yes, I do have someone who's perfect for singing your song."

But he was also a little troubled. That person was indeed very suitable for this song, but he didn't know if he had the time.

"If you trust me, leave the song with me first and I'll contact the singer. If it's possible, I'll send you the finished product after I finish recording."

After hearing this, Wen Ning'er wanted to applaud Teacher Jin. He took care of everything from the singer to the recording to the post-editing. It was really very convenient.

She is just testing the waters with songs, just another way to make money. Her main goal is to develop into an actress.

This saved her a lot of time.

"Okay, teacher. I'll wait for your good news. Thank you for your help~"

Wen Ning'er happily agreed, and even her back looked happy as she left.

Jin Yafeng, who was in the recording studio, also took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the lyrics and music at hand, and sent it to his student Si Zhenting.

Si Zhenting looked at the song in the dialog box and felt a little moved.

Although I want to focus on acting, this kind of thing only requires recording songs, which is not difficult. What's more, the quality of the songs is so good that any problems will not be a big deal.

Thinking of this, a phone call was made.

"Teacher. It's me, Zhenting."

Jin Yafeng was very happy looking at his students.

Although Si Zhenting mentored me when I first debuted, but once a teacher, always a teacher. Is there a problem with that?

no problem!

"You little bastard, how long has it been since you contacted me, an old guy?"

"Teacher, you are only a dozen years older than me, how can you be old?" Si Zhenting smiled helplessly.

"It's my fault for not contacting you for so long."

Jin Yafeng just said that and didn't take it seriously at all.

"Okay, you've seen the song, what do you think?"

Jin Yafeng is not the type to dither. After reminiscing about the past, he got straight to the point.

"One word, do you want to take it?"