Chapter 1949: Annoying Guy

Da Kun walked to Zhou Andong's side nervously. "Boss, did you call me?"

Zhou Andong smiled and pointed to the booth opposite. "Sit."

Zhou Andong's gentle tone and smile did not ease Da Kun's nervousness, and he sat down cautiously.

"Waiter!" Zhou Andong summoned the waiter. "Bring him a glass of draft beer."

"Please wait a moment." The waiter turned and left.

Zhou Andong sized up Da Kun, and Jian Qiu did the same. She didn't understand what was worth signing about this singer in front of her whose voice wasn't good and whose looks were mediocre.

"Introduce yourself."

Thinking that the person in front of him was the big boss of Future Culture, Da Kun became even more nervous. He took a deep breath secretly, trying his best to calm down.

"My name is Da Kun, from Jiuyuan City. I worked as an electrician, riveter, and welder at a steel company for two years. In '89, I participated in a singing competition held by the steel company and won first place.

The following year, I was admitted to the Inner Mongolia Armed Police Corps Art Troupe. After retiring from the army, I came to Beijing and have been singing in nightclubs."

Zhou Andong asked again, "What's wrong with your voice? Was it born like this, or did it have problems later?"

"It had problems." Da Kun's eyes were a bit dim. "At the end of last year, I felt my throat was a bit uncomfortable. I went to the hospital for an examination and had two nodules. The doctor said I must have surgery.

After the surgery, the doctor asked me to rest for three months, but after only five or six days, I felt there was no problem, so I came out to sing, and then I vomited blood. After it healed, it became like this."

Zhou Andong nodded. In his previous life, Da Kun was very controversial, but it could never be denied that he was very talented.

After all, if he didn't have some skills, how could he have been admitted to the Inner Mongolia Armed Police Corps Art Troupe?

Regarding those controversies, it was just that Da Kun liked to talk big, but what was circulating on the Internet was true and false.

But for Zhou Andong, as long as it wasn't a matter of principle, it didn't matter whether those controversies were true or false.

As a star, everything is magnified in front of the audience. Besides a limited few like Andy Lau, who hasn't been scolded?

"Do you want to sign with Future Culture?"

"Ah?"

Da Kun seemed to be distracted and didn't hear clearly, followed by a jolt.

"Bo—Boss, are you saying I can sign with Future Culture?"

Zhou Andong smiled. "Yes, but your voice is very special. Before finding a song suitable for you to sing, you can only work behind the scenes. This time might be very long, one year, two years, or even three or five years.

Of course, if you can write a song suitable for yourself, the company can give you an album. If you can't write it for the time being, you can only wait for the company to find it for you."

Da Kun's hands were trembling with excitement. In fact, he had thought about giving up. If it weren't for Huang Mingxuan, he would have returned to Jiuyuan City by now.

Music is his dream, so he is still struggling, but he can't see the future. At this time, the big boss gave him a chance. Even if he can't sing in the future, working behind the scenes is fine.

"I want to sign."

At this time, the waiter brought the beer.

Zhou Andong picked up the glass and gestured. "Let's have a drink."

Da Kun didn't say a word, picked up the draft beer glass, tilted his head, gulped, and poured all the beer in the glass into his stomach in one breath.

"In the company, you don't need to have any burden." Zhou Andong put down the draft beer glass. "Being able to be admitted to the Armed Police Corps Art Troupe, I believe in your strength and talent.

Even if you can't sing again, you will definitely be able to achieve results behind the scenes."

Da Kun was almost moved to tears, and said somewhat choked up, "Boss, I will work hard."

"Boss!" Huang Mingxuan came over after singing.

Zhou Andong looked at Huang Mingxuan and pointed to Da Kun's side. "Sit down and chat together."

Huang Mingxuan sat down beside Da Kun, looked at the glasses in front of Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu, and raised his hand to summon a waiter.

"Brother Zhao, three draft beers, one orange juice, put it on my tab."

Zhou Andong smiled, and Jian Qiu also sized up Huang Mingxuan with interest.

You know, the things in the First Bar are quite expensive. A glass of draft beer is 56, and a glass of orange juice is 38.

With these three draft beers and one orange juice, 200 yuan is gone, and the singing tonight was in vain.

But neither Zhou Andong nor Jian Qiu refused. When the draft beer and orange juice were delivered, they both raised their glasses at the same time.

Jian Qiu said with a smile, "Thank you!"

Zhou Andong looked at Da Kun and said jokingly, "My alcohol tolerance is not very good, just drink as you like, don't finish it all."

Da Kun blushed, not knowing what to say, and lowered his head to take a sip of wine.

Once Huang Mingxuan saw this, he knew in his heart and was very happy for his brother.

Zhou Andong put down the glass. "Your name is Huang Mingxuan, right?"

"Yes!" Huang Mingxuan sat up straight reflexively.

"Don't be nervous, just chatting casually." Zhou Andong waved his hand helplessly. "I plan to sign Da Kun. Tomorrow you take him to the company to find President Ma.

If President Ma has any questions, let her call me. After signing, let Da Kun work behind the scenes with Old Xian for the time being, and wait until there is a song suitable for him before releasing an album for him."

Huang Mingxuan looked at Da Kun and suddenly felt that this kid had a better fate than him. He didn't even have a chance to learn something behind Old Xian.

"Okay!" Huang Mingxuan agreed.

"Oh!" Old Wu's voice sounded behind Zhou Andong. "There are quite a few people."

Seeing someone coming, Huang Mingxuan and Da Kun hurriedly stood up.

Zhou Andong raised his hand and pressed it down. "It's okay, they are all friends, sit down, it's lively to drink with more people."

Huang Mingxuan and Da Kun sat down again, looking at Wu Hongkang and Zhang Shenghui curiously.

"I say Old Zhang." Zhou Andong asked curiously. "Why are you in Beijing?"

Zhang Shenghui took off his coat and draped it on the back of the chair. "It's all for the CCTV advertising bidding. A while ago, after you called me, I came."

Zhou Andong asked the waiter for two more draft beers, and then continued to ask. "How is it, did you get it done?"

"It is said to be a secret bid, this damn thing is hard to handle."

Zhang Shenghui cursed, took the draft beer brought by the waiter, and gulped it down twice.

Zhou Andong looked at Wu Hongkang again. "I invited you for a drink, why did you bring this annoying guy?"

"What's the matter?" Zhang Shenghui said with dissatisfaction. "If you don't welcome me, then I'll leave."

"Go then." Zhou Andong said very impolitely. "Remember to pay for the wine."

"Sister-in-law!" Zhang Shenghui complained. "You should also manage him, how can he treat an old friend like this."

Jian Qiu smiled and hit Zhou Andong. "Chairman Zhang can come to drink with you, that's looking up to you."

Zhang Shenghui laughed heartily. "Sister-in-law still speaks nicely, I am willing to listen."

Zhou Andong curled his lips. "Before, I called to say, bring you some pocket money, did you raise any funds?" ===== CHAPTER 1950 =====