Even so, the relationship is still here. Lu Jian is not doing well, and Xing Dawei always feels guilty. He should take care of his brother's descendants, so he has also planned how to help.

He pointed to the intersection in front and said, "So, turn left in front and go to the committee office building, I've made an appointment."

"Are you going to have a meeting again?" Lu Jian quickly turned left.

Xing Dawei smiled bitterly and said, "Selling old faces will help you clear your connections."

"No, it's okay, it's enough to rely on strength."

"It's not that simple." Xing Dawei sighed again, "Every new song list has dozens of songs. Do you think everyone will hear it from beginning to end?"

“See according to…voting ranking?”

"Yes, there is also the recommendation position." Xing Dawei gestured. "Whether it is the APP on your mobile phone or the web interface, you will focus on recommending a few songs. These songs will naturally get a relatively high exposure, and it is easy to get votes, rank at the top, and have a great advantage."

"Uncle Xing wants to help me get this?"

"Try it. These recommendation positions are under the responsibility of the committee's special team. I'll find the person in charge. My face is worth a few dollars." Xing Dawei patted Lu Jian gently, "You don't have many opportunities. If you can, you can help, do your best and leave your destiny."

"Thank you, Uncle Xing." Lu Jian was very grateful, but he couldn't help but ask, "Will this be unfair?"

"There is no such fairness?" Xing Dawei waved his hand and smiled. "Generally these positions will be given to big companies and big artists. In rare cases, excellent songs will be really selected."

"Thank you again." Lu Jian had already opened to the underground parking lot of the building. "It doesn't matter if I can't fight for it. After all, I don't have much resources to exchange with others."

"If I'm not here, my face is a resource." Xing Dawei was very determined, "It's just a new song list recommendation. If Lao Lu wants to get it, I want it too."

...

In Xing Factory Recording Studio, the recording of "You, the Deskmate" was actually completed in half an hour. Qiao Qiao only sang it three times and then gave it to Mr. West Lake. At this time, he was mixing the sound in the later stage, adding some reverb and effects.

Qiao Qiao could have gone, but he was very interested in the process: "Brother, I have also played tuning. Compared with yours, it is too basic."

"Shh!" Mr. West Lake waved his hand impatiently, "Look, don't talk."

"Brother, do you think our song will be popular?"

"If you can be popular, you must be popular!" Mr. West Lake's answer was a little paranoid, "What's wrong with Saorou? Is Saorou wrong? Who said that the whole world must listen to rock warriors shaking flags and shouting."

"Rock is good, why do you hate rock so much?"

"I don't hate it. I've also played Jojo in the band." Mr. West Lake temporarily put down his mixing work and explained solemnly, "But one thing cannot be overdoing it. The entire music industry is rock. It's not good. The entire movie industry is full of young actors. It's not good. As an aspiring professional practitioner, you have to think about whether to follow the crowd and pursue profits, or to explore your talents and make something real."

"Which kind of you?"

"It doesn't matter which type I am, what matters is which type of boss."

"Brother Jian..." Qiao Qiao said, "It is unlikely that he is the first type, Wade should be the first type."

"The first type of people are not necessarily bad, and the second type of people are not necessarily good." Mr. West Lake smiled, "The second type of people bear the ideals of pioneers, but usually ends with martyrs. The first type of people can survive at least, and it is possible to live, right?"

Qiao Qiao shook her head with some worries: "Don't want to think about these things, just mix them up, buddy, I won't talk, just learn slowly."

Mr. West Lake shook his head, said no more, and continued to work.

However, this seed of thinking was truly planted in Qiao Qiao's head.

If Lu Jian was present, he would definitely scold the middle-aged man in West Lake. Qiao Qiao is Qiao Qiao. He is far from time to time to think about this issue, so brainwashing must also explain the basic law.

...

The Office Building of the Entertainment Commission, seventh floor.

Lu Jian sat in the waiting area outside the office, staring at the office sign for a long time before reading it out.

"Pop Music Branch, Chair of the Chart Committee, Korean."

"The recommendation positions are basically decided by Korean. Your father has also recommended him before, so there should be no big problem." Xing Dawei mentioned, "You are polite in a while, call me Brother Shengwen, I will tell you about other things."

"Yes." Lu Jian's mood was relatively dull. It would be good if he had the opportunity to increase the exposure rate, but it didn't matter if there was no recommendation position. Good songs would naturally surface.

As he was talking, the office door opened, a bald man in a yellow T-shirt bowed and stepped back: "Don't give it away, thank you, thank you!"

Isn't this Lao Huang?

Lu Jian quickly turned his head and didn't want to meet Lao Huang here.

However, Lao Huang, the man with his eyes was so exaggerated that he caught sight of Lu Jian at a glance. He was stunned for a moment, rubbed his bald head, and after seeing that there were no outsiders around, he walked towards the two happily.

"Yo, Committee Member Xing, General Lv."

The two had to say hello casually.

Old Huang licked his face and leaned over to the two of them, bent down and whispered: "Is it a recommendation?"

There is no one else to smell this.

"I can't talk about looking for me, I'll find a way." Old Huang solemnly took out his business card and handed it to the two of them, staring at him and covering his mouth and whispering, "If you say the new song list, you have to charge 40 for your own people, 300,000, outsiders."

"You have a very broad business." Lu Jian was really convinced by him.

"For life?" Old Huang smiled and pointed his eyes at Lu Jian.

He also knew the truth, and after he finished speaking, he stopped entangling, nodded to the secretary at the door, and then walked towards the elevator.

The secretary quickly stood up and said, "Two, you can go in."

Xing Dawei pulled Lu Jian up and whispered: "So you see, it's impossible to be fair."

"Is this a bit too blatant?" Lu Jian thrust his mouth towards the elevator.

"Well... our committee system was learned from the Americans, and they also learned these professional brokers and lobbyists." Xing Dawei was not surprised. "If a large company asked for help from the committee members, it was not convenient for him to come forward directly, so he passed the words through these intermediaries."

"Trade or hand over money?"

"I'm in the Qingshui Yamen, I don't know if it's too deep." Old Xing smiled helplessly, "It's okay, let's hand over my face. My old face is worth a few dollars. Your father also cultivated him a lot back then."

Lu Jian sighed: "Why don't forget it, Uncle Xing, this doesn't feel good, I can't make it."

"I've come here, how many times do you think I can help you?" Xing Dawei insisted on pulling Lu Jian into the office.

Lu Jian always felt that Xing Dawei was paying off his debts with such unconditional help. He must always feel that he owed Lao Lu. As for what he owed, don’t think too much.
Chapter completed!