Finally, Zhuo Yi helped Zhang Xueyou write three songs with different styles, namely "Love Net", "This Winter Is Not Cold", and "The Sunset Is Drunk", which almost made Zhang Xueyou agree with her.

Then, he was sent to two more.

Zhuo Yi lay on the huge desk alone, recalling the live concerts and concert videotapes he had watched in his previous life. He wanted to integrate all the essence into it to form a huge and exciting super concert. It must be unprecedented and must be the world's number one.

Zhuo Yi didn't bother with the costume design of the performance. He had handed over the costume design drawings of several major singers to Xu Zi'ang and asked him to find costume designs to measure the singer's figure. I believe that it is almost here now. Zhuo Yi's requirements for Xu Zi'ang are not high. Six hours, six hours later, that is, tomorrow, Zhuo Yi must get the performance costumes to use for performance three days later.

Although the advertising is still a bit simple, it is too late now, so I can only do this for the time being. Tomorrow, General Zhuo Yi will use his big moves, which will definitely shock Hong Kong Island.

What Zhuo Yi needs to do now is to build the stage, because the Red Hall is from the gymnasium. Although there have been few events used to participate in sports competitions, major singers like to hold concerts in the Red Hall, but its main body is still a huge gymnasium. If you want to make it a concert venue, the stage for the performance in the middle must be built by yourself.

What Zhuo Yi wants to plan now is the construction of the stage.

It is indeed a bit difficult to build a stage within three days, but who is our Master Zhuo? Our male protagonist Zhuo Yi is definitely not an ordinary person. Moreover, although this guy looks like he doesn't care about anything on the surface, he is actually proud in his heart?

That old guy God created the world in six days. Zhuo Yi believed that he could definitely hold a concert in three days. Damn it, give me a bunch of beautiful ladies, and I could also create a nation in six days. This is Zhuo Yi's original words.

In terms of lighting, Zhuo Yi doesn't want to choose any exaggerated lanterns. It's so dirt-free, and the set can't be made with a low-cost foam board. It's so fake at first glance. It must be high-end, elegant and high-end, just one word. It must make the audience feel happy. Zhuo Yi has no intention of making this concert profitable, so all the equipment must be the best.

In terms of stage, Zhuoyi chose a cake-style round stage with three-story lifts and a dressing room on the lower floor. This makes it easier for singers and dancers to put on makeup and change clothes for performing.

Zhuo Yi thought about it while drawing on paper, and soon outlined a general outline of the stage. What he needed now is the signing and lease contract and specific data of the Red Hall brought back by Xu Zixuan. In this way, Zhuo Yi designed the stage size and specifications will be more refined, making it more convenient to install and save time.

As for the audio, of course, you can't use the bad audio from the Hong Kong Pavilion. Zhuo Yi plans to go to Digital City tomorrow to customize a batch of dedicated audio for concerts. The location must be arranged so that the audience in every corner can hear shocking sounds.

Zhuo Yi already knows who is the most suitable person for the filming. Xu Zi'ang is definitely a very outstanding candidate. He has been following Zhuo Yi and has learned Zhuo Yi's advanced shooting ideas. He has learned Zhuo Yi's shooting philosophy and directed the shooting of a concert. It is absolutely no problem. However, in order to ensure insurance, Zhuo Yi still planned to call Du Qifeng and asked him to suspend his work first and help "Dingfeng Bo Audio" to shoot the video of this concert.

In fact, there are a lot of photographers who can shoot concert videos in Hong Kong now, but the problem is that these idiots shoot the concerts in an ordinary way, like a flat drawing board, and the lens is blank and unmoved, otherwise they will all follow the singers, making Zhuo Yi upset.

Zhuo Yi wants to play dynamic and want to make the concert like a movie. Zhuo Yi doesn't intend to make money when the concert tickets are there, but Zhuo Yi really wants to search for the video tape after the concert, otherwise Xu Zixuan would really be called too much of a loser.

Among the directors Zhuo Yi is familiar with, Du Qifeng likes to play with the camera the most. Although he is still a little too young and tender now, if he partnered with Xu Zi'ang, he will definitely have a good effect of superposition.

...

Before I knew it, it was already late at night, and Zhuo Yi was still struggling on his desk...

At this time, Zhuo Yi suddenly smelled the scent of lean eggs and meat porridge, sniffed his nose, and looked up and saw that it was Zhou Huimin, a little Jew.

"What? Want to do my business?" Zhuo Yixiao said.

"Hmph!" Zhou Huimin, a little girl, was used to it or something. Every time she talked to Zhuo Yi, she would start with the word "hum". "I'm going to treat you to midnight snack today! It's the reward for you to write songs for me." Zhou Huimin, a little Jew, was a rare generous person.

Zhuo Yi smiled and said, "Oh! A song is only worth a bowl of lean egg porridge? Do you know how much the song I wrote outside costs?" This little Jewish is stingy.

The little Jew Zhou Huimin sniffed the small and delicate nose and snorted: "Who said there is only one bowl of skin egg lean meat porridge and two tea eggs, okay?" Finally, she added, "I'm not that stingy?"

Zhuo Yi smiled helplessly. This is not a stingy! But he doesn't want to get entangled with this little Jewish on this issue anymore. The porridge bought by the little Jewish is indeed very fragrant. Zhuo Yi is really hungry again and said quickly: "Okay OK! Take it over!"

"Yeah!" Zhuo Yi drank the lean egg porridge bought by Xiao Jewish very comfortably. Although this little girl was stingy, the porridge she bought this time was really good. It was smooth and tender, fragrant and strong. Zhuo could hardly stop drinking it spoonful of spoonfuls.

"Boss! Can I discuss something with you?" Zhou Huimin, a little Jew, said while helping Zhuo Yi peel tea eggs.

"Well...well..." Zhuo Yi kept drinking porridge, not wanting to speak at all, so he could only nod.

"Boss, look, where is this lean egg and lean meat porridge and tea egg? I paid for it to treat you to eat." The little Jewish glanced at Zhuo Yi and said, "But can you reimburse me for the fare? I took a taxi to the most famous porridge stall, "Qiji". "

"Puff..." Zhuo Yi was almost choked to death by the porridge. Why are there such stingy people in this world? Could this little Jew really have Jewish blood? Zhuo Yi thought to himself.

The little Jewish Zhou Huimin had already stared at her bright big eyes and began to speak: "Boss, look, this is a small taxi receipt. I didn't report a fake account. It was sixteen yuan when I went there, fourteen yuan when I came back, and thirty yuan in total. You can help me reimburse it!"

Zhuo Yi took a deep breath and made his expression as kind as possible, so that others would not see a very depressed expression. "How much does it cost to buy the skin, lean meat porridge and tea eggs for me?"

"Eight..." Little Jewish said timidly.

Zhuo Yi was almost pissed to death.

"If you buy me the eight-dollar egg lean meat porridge and two tea eggs, I will pay the fare for thirty yuan. I said little Jewish, come on, get closer, be good, why are you hiding? I won't kill you, come here." Zhuo Yi gritted his teeth and said, "That's how you treat you!"

Zhou Huimin, the little Jewish, pouted, walked further and further away, and said unwillingly: "I'm afraid you will be hungry and anxious, and I'm afraid that the porridge will be cold and not good to drink, so I took a taxi. I don't usually take a taxi? Who knows the fare is so expensive!"

Oh! Jiang Zi! Well! That's understandable!

"Forget it, little Jewish, come here, my brother will reimburse you for the car fare." Zhuo Yixiao said. Being cared for by the beauty is a very satisfying thing to satisfy his vanity. Moreover, Zhuo Yi is a narcissist again and his vanity is even more intense. He never expected that this little Jewish came back by taking a taxi because he was afraid of the darkness and did not dare to walk on the street.

"Really?" Zhou Huimin, the little Jewish, said happily, ran back to Zhuo Yi and handed a tea egg that had just been peeled to Zhuo Yi. Zhuo Yi looked at the pretty, none-skinned arms, and the beautiful fingers like transparent jade onions. There was an elf tea egg in the middle, which was really beautiful.

I couldn't help but bite it. This vulgar guy not only swallowed the tea egg in one bite, but also took a few jade fingers of the beauty into his big mouth. He also gently bit with his teeth. Zhou Huimin's pretty face immediately turned red and looked very beautiful. Zhuo Yi could not have imagined that Beauty Zhou was so sensitive and smiled proudly.

Zhou Huimin seemed to have been stinged by a scorpion, and quickly pulled out his fingers, but Zhuo Yi had bitten two ambiguous tooth marks on his jade fingers, and his little face turned redder, and even his originally transparent little ears were blushing, which was so moving.

Zhuo Yi slowly chewed the tea eggs in his mouth and praised: "Well..., um..., delicious, delicious..." I don't know if this guy is talking about the tea eggs or the beauty's jade fingers are delicious.

Seeing that the little Jewish was still dead, quickly disassemble the topic to save the little beauty from being embarrassed. If you get angry after waiting, it’s still the one who is unlucky.

"By the way, little Jewish, what are the others? What are you doing? How are you practicing your songs? It's been five hours!" Zhuo Yi asked.

The little Jewish looked at Zhuo Yi and then pouted, "Huang Jiaju and the others are still yelling. Sister Chen Huixian and Sister Lin Yilian are both too tired and are lying in the practice room to rest. The others are practicing singing with Zhang Xueyou."

As he said that, the little Jewish Zhou Huimin said proudly: "I have learned the song you wrote for me? Isn't it very powerful? I am the fastest among them!" He shook his little head proudly.
Chapter completed!