Chapter 74: Han Zhou teaches trainees
At some point, Han Zhou fell asleep on the bed in Wang Xiya's office.
When Han Zhou woke up again, Wang Xiya had already gone home to sleep, and then came back to the company after waking up.
With Han Zhou occupying her bed, Wang Xiya, whose company had just merged, had a rare chance to go home and have a night's rest.
The first thing Han Zhou did when he woke up was not to eat or drink, but to rush to the trainee floor.
Now, Han Zhou felt the pressure of being an adult.
I used to just muddle through my life and didn’t feel anything.
Now I know how difficult it is to stand out and become famous.
Not to mention being a dragon among men.
A large practice room for trainees .
Men and women do morning lessons here.
All schools were on holiday from today on, and for those trainees who were still studying, today was their first time to attend midweek morning classes.
So, it was the first time that everyone was together.
When Han Zhou walked into the practice room, he saw several girls in training clothes watching videos.
Han Zhou looked over and saw that a few girls had just seen a new video of lion performance, or lion dance.
A few girls watched others practicing lion dance, praising them for their skills while saying it was very dangerous.
The duo practicing lion dance missed a step with their front foot and almost rolled off the pillar to the ground. Fortunately, they kept their back foot steady and reconnected with a beautiful move.
A girl also discovered Han Zhou, but they knew that Han Zhou was not Tianle's man, so they didn't care.
Soon, the vocal teacher came over.
A group of talents started practicing on their own.
While Han Zhou is here, Wang Chuyang and Lin Jianqiu are still very involved.
After practicing for about half an hour, Wang Xiya walked into the practice room.
The vocal teacher hurried forward.
Wang Xiya: "Han Zhou."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
"How about teaching them?"
Han Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
Han Zhou came on stage, and Wang Xiya raised her voice: "This guy's name is Han Zhou, you can call him Teacher Han. He has been very popular since his debut. Currently, he has six songs in the top 100 of the song chart, and his first movie is still in theaters."
"You all know each other, right?"
"I know them!" The trainees, who dream of entering the entertainment industry, of course know the new seniors who have just debuted in recent months.
Wang Xiya: "Everyone is welcome."
At this time, Han Zhou came on stage and pressed his hands to signal to stop amid the applause, then put his hands behind his back and said: "Today, when I just arrived at the practice room, I saw a few girls watching short videos."
"I was watching a lion dance practice."
The faces of several girls changed and they lowered their heads instantly.
They thought Han Zhou was going to make an example of them.
However, Han Zhou said on stage: "There are five kinds of lions in lion dance, five colors. The white one is called Ma Chao lion, also known as filial lion and mourning lion."
"In the past, this kind of lion dance was only performed at funerals, and the performers were the most stable and skilled lion dancers. In other words, only the troupe owner and the old masters could perform it."
"But now times have changed. Some people use white lions in commercial performances."
"For example, yesterday during the Little New Year celebration, there was a lion dance performance in England, with white lions, and more than 700,000 tourists and New Year celebrants watched the performance that day."
“Even students who study lions use white lions.”
Han Zhou angrily shouted, "Shame on you!"
“No rules!”
"Don't take your employer seriously!"
"Is the white lion also for beginners? Beginners don't even practice the basics, and they carry a white lion and jump around. What if it falls at someone's funeral?"
"Ouch, it hurts, my finger is bleeding..."
"Is it embarrassing?"
"It's a funeral. Don't even mention your bleeding fingers. Even if your legs are broken, no one will give you a good face."
"How come you didn't fall to death? It's best to walk with the old man!"
Han Zhou glanced across the audience.
Many people lowered their heads.
Why?
To make a veiled criticism of someone else.
In this practice room alone, there are audio equipment worth millions, electric guitars worth hundreds of thousands, a variety of instruments, and the best performance equipment.
In the entertainment industry in the past, these things were not available to newcomers at the trainee level.
You can’t even play your fucking hundred dollar electronic keyboard steadily, and you want a Steinway?
Han Zhou: "Let's take a step back. The current class owner allows students to use the most important, expensive, heaviest and most meaningful white lion for lion dance, and allows them to carry the white lion with great significance during the celebration."
"What are the students doing? Carrying a white lion and showing off their mediocre kung fu?"
"The class owner hopes that you can carry the white lion. It's a kind of expectation."
"Do you think you are a professional lion dancer just because you carry a white lion? That's bullshit, bullshit!!!"
Han Zhou tapped the whiteboard heavily with a pen in his hand: "You've all learned vocal music, right?"
Han Zhou was writing on the blackboard.
"Okay, sing them one by one."
Several teachers were gathered at the door .
The vocal teacher looked unhappy.
At first, they thought Han Zhou was just sharing his experience and giving some encouragement or something.
I didn't expect Han Zhou to start cursing as soon as he went up. Now he has to be assessed on his business ability?
Han Zhou randomly picked a boy and said, "Come on, sing."
The boy was completely confused as he looked at the music score. He just kept mumbling: "So-la-do-do-so-la-so..."
"Do you understand?" Han Zhou: "Sing it."
Boy: "Life is just a few short autumns, ah..."
"Didn't you eat enough?!" Han Zhou: "What the hell are you singing? If I ask you to record a show now, are you embarrassed to go on TV?"
Then another one came.
Han Zhou: "If you were to participate in the Youth Song Contest now, what last place would you aim for? Keep first place and try to get second place?"
Another girl.
Han Zhou: "Is there anyone who can't keep the beat?!"
Another boy comes.
Han Zhou: "Your vocal cords fell at home?!!!"
Wang Chuyang: "Life is only a few short autumns, I won't stop until I'm drunk, the one in the east..."
Han Zhou: "Don't you wash your face when you get up in the morning?"
Wang Chuyang: “???”
What? I sang so well, and you picked on me for not washing my face?
Han Zhou: "Not convinced?"
"Come on, record him, and show his fans the video with eye mucus in the corner of his eye later, as a fan benefit."
Wang Chuyang was so shameless that he just ran away with his hands covering his head.
Lin Jianqiu: "Life is just a few autumns long, I won't stop until I'm drunk."
Han Zhou: "Just sing if you want to. Who taught you to move around while singing? What are you doing with your hands? Are you DJing?"
Lin Jianqiu: “…”
Han Zhou on stage: "Each of you has your own talents."
“Some people dance well, some have good voices, and some sing well.”
"Of course, the most important thing is that they all look good."
"Except Wang Chuyang."
Wang Chuyang: ???
Even though I am the least good-looking at home, I am at least above average here, right?!
Han Zhou: "But what does this have to do with you? These conditions are all given by my mother."
"What the hell are you guys practicing so early in the morning?"
“You’re going to show this to your fans from now on?”
"The company will spend three to five million to package you, create a few hot topics, and then hire a group of people to pretend to be your fans, block the road at the airport, hold up a sign outside the TV station, and then let you go on stage to sing a rubbish song that no dog would listen to, deceive some ignorant little fans, and then you can harvest fans, right?"
"That's fine. Tianle can make money from this. They can make money for one year, two years, or three years. Once they're done making money, they'll dump you and replace you with a new person. You can then collect fans for another three years, and then they'll replace you with another batch."
"what about you?"
"Are you going to be a traffic star for three years and then go home and do nothing? You didn't even finish high school or college, and you come here to be a trainee. You spend the morning in the practice room practicing how to play around with people and joke around?"
Han Zhou cursed people on the stage, not because he had any problem with Tianle, nor did he oppose the creation of traffic and idol packaging.
Every new industry that emerges has its reason for existence.
Han Zhou only targets each individual.
Mr. Nan Guo is just filling in the gaps in his skills, do you want to learn from him too?
Mr. Nan Guo was smart, and he managed to survive for three years. Do you have a brain? Can you survive for three days?
Han Zhou on stage: "When I see so much money being thrown at you, I want to hit you!"
"I'll tell you."
"You guys polluted my ears for half an hour early in the morning. I haven't even had breakfast yet and I'm about to vomit up the food I ate the night before."
The physical teacher whispered: "Mr. Wang..."
"This is not conducive to our...plans."
Wang Xiya: “Let him speak.”
"Those who listen well will be trained as artists, those who don't listen well will be trained as idols, and those who can't practice well will be abandoned."
"Remember, as long as you have the money, you won't lose anything."
Han Zhou on the stage knocked on the table: "Do you want to be a star?"
Han Zhou's eyes touched that person: "I want to!"
"You deserve it?!"
Han Zhou looked at the other person: "Do you want to be a star?"
"I'll practice!"
Han Zhou: "What does your dictionary mean by 'practice'? 'To deal with things?'"
Han Zhou looked at Liu Liu: "Do you want to be a star?"
Liuliu: “I can!”
Han Zhou yelled, "Are you fucking sober?!"
Liu Liu lowered his head.
Han Zhou looked at Lin Jianqiu: "Do you want to be a star?"
Lin Jianqiu: "I want to be a first-line singer!"
"You are so determined, you bastard. Which first-line singer's fingers are like chicken claws when they sing? Do you knit a sweater on stage while singing?"
Han Zhou on stage: "I heard someone say something."
"If you don't skip classes, hang out in Internet cafes, sing karaoke, stay up all night, or fall in love, your youth will be wasted."
" Which idiot said this?"
"You skip classes to surf the Internet, sing karaoke, drink too much, and fall in love too early. Will your youth dog bite you?!"
"Let me tell you, Tianle's current idol packaging strategy is based on defense."
"Now all entertainment companies in China are training idols through defense."
"What do idols sell? They sell their youthfulness."
"You need to be young, handsome, cool, pure, and energetic, and then attract fans to spend money on you, support you, and cheer for you ."
"Do you have any fucking youth?"
"I thought I was in a cemetery so early in the morning!"
"The dogs of the vegetable vendors in the market all get up earlier than you!"
"Do you think being an idol is easy?"
“It’s harder to be an idol than a star! ”
"Are you worthy?!"
Han Zhou on the stage had been cursing for a full half hour.
Very good, I finally finished complaining about all the recent unhappiness, and the people in the audience were willing to be scolded.
Is this the feeling of being a lecturer?
"I'm here today to trick you, telling you that you can be a national idol, and you believe it?"
"Then tomorrow, he will use your 17-year-old face to earn 30 million yuan from you, but he will only give you a small portion of the profit, and then he will kick you into the garbage dump."
"You'll ask me why then?"
"My fucking microphone worth hundreds of thousands of dollars makes you sound like a 50-cent singer, and you ask me why?"
Han Zhou looked at a person and asked: "How do you say banana in English?"
The man said weakly: "Doudu?"
"I'll fuck your grandma, Dudu! Banana!!!" Han Zhou yelled, "If I were your boss, if you don't memorize the Oxford Dictionary in one month, I'll throw you into the Huangbu River!"
"Idols are just sending the most useless one among you to go abroad, come back with an English name, and then say that you have overseas experience and learned to play basketball and hip-hop dance."
"Then send them to participate in the show, sing a few lines of love, five, and pout."
"When a reporter asks you how to say banana in English, you say pentetou. When a reporter asks you how to say potato, you say oher tuoji?"
Many people lowered their heads.
What the hell? No one ever said that to be an idol you have to go abroad, have an English name, and know English.
At this time, Wang Xiya stared at Han Zhou.
Wang Xiya really wanted to know why Han Zhou, who had never been exposed to the entertainment industry before his debut, was so familiar with the operation of idols.
Last year, Wang Xiya arranged for more than a dozen people to go to South Korea and spent tens of millions of dollars to research and analyze this system.
Millions of dollars wasted?
Han Zhou looked at the audience and said, "The more rubbish you are among us, the more people you will have in the future team."
"Awesome idol, he can sing, dance and act by himself. Even though he may be criticized as amateurish by the outside world, at least he can still do well."
"For lesser idols, three or four people form a group and perform together. A few of their real fans get together and can barely support the performance."
"The worst ones are groups of eight or nine people, or even forty or fifty people. The idols in them are not as famous as the guy next door who cheated on his wife in the fucking social news."
"Think about what you can do."
"The one who can sing is called the singing leader."
"Those who can dance are called dancing leaders."
"Some people rely on their looks to be the face of a company."
"I advise those of you who don't want to practice hard to eat more. When you have more strength, you can be an idol's assistant and run faster with bags."
"Okay, you can go away, little bastards."
Wang Xiya: "Is that all the scolding?"
Han Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll take another vocal lesson? Can I borrow your musicians and recording studio?"
Wang Xiya: "You just want to record a song, right?"
Han Zhou: "How is that possible? Am I that kind of person?"
Wang Xiya: “You can use it as you like.”
The vocal teacher clapped loudly: "Okay, Han Zhou is a singer who has already debuted. You can go to the recording studio and listen to professional singers record songs. This will also give you someone to set a goal for."
Walking out of the practice room, Wang Xiya whispered: "Why does that Lin Jianqiu look so much like Lin Xiaoxing?"
"You discovered it too?" Han Zhou: "It seems that when he debuts, he can openly take advantage of Lin Xiaoxing's fame."
Wang Xiya: "So you came here today to help me play the bad guy? Are you afraid that I won't be able to bring myself to scold them? Are you afraid that people in the company will scold them and make them young and energetic and unconvinced?"
Han Zhou: "No, I'm looking for the three weakest people among them."
Wang Xiya was stunned: "Why are you looking for the three worst ones?"
Han Zhou: "Find the three worst ones and make them famous."
Wang Xiya and several teachers were all confused.
What the hell, you want to pick the three worst ones and make them famous? ! ! Are you in Gan Shenmo?
It seems that the rumors about Han Zhou being mentally ill are true!
Han Zhou's eyes were red: "To make money, you need to be famous."
"I want to make the worst person famous and tell everyone that I, Han Zhou, can create stars as if it's a piece of cake."
If it’s hard to promote a big star, is it also hard to promote a clown?
Wang Xiya was stunned for a moment before she spoke: "Did New World want to get a piece of this idol craze?"
Han Zhou: "Look, Koreans like Kim Hyo-hee have come to China, and the Chinese idols in Korean groups will soon return in large numbers."
“Then, many companies will promote idols.”
“I’m just trying to make a little money.”
Wang Xiya: "Aren't you afraid that someone will find fault with you and accuse you of ruining the entertainment industry?"
Han Zhou: "Huh? Are there any passers-by who don't know that I'm mentally ill?"
"Don't worry, they can't scold me. If I put a group that debuted by showing off their ugly looks on the stage, what would they say?"
Wang Xiya: "Then you are the next potential godfather in the entertainment industry. In the future, you will be comparable to Han Siye who made movies and Liu Sanye who made variety shows in the previous era."
Before Han Zhou found out how much money an entertainment company would spend, he wanted to go the boutique route.
But now, Han Zhou realized why a giant company like Tianle would start playing with idols.
Times are changing.
Han Zhou himself can compete with others in the star market, but it is too difficult for newcomers to compete with others in this market.
Therefore, we must grab a piece of the newly emerging market.
Of course, Han Zhou was not ready to throw away his two treasures, Wang Chuyang and Lin Jianqiu, as consumables.
Therefore, Han Zhou wanted to find the three people that Tianle had chosen and did not want.
Seize the market in the field of spiritual pollution.
Although they are the rest of the selection, everyone here is more reliable than the ones scouts find on the roadside or in the bar.
Han Zhou was confident that he could let them enter the circle as clowns first, then train them and make a counterattack.
As for the half hour of swearing today.
Han Zhou was not really choosing three dishes, but rather choosing three people who were least afraid of being scolded.
Because these three people with such thick skin must be the three brothers who made the least progress in the end and were eliminated by Tianle. They are also the three brothers who can withstand the ridicule of thousands of netizens.
