The road to the pinnacle of the entertainment industry

In the surveillance video, Liu Hui pouted his mouth a few times and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with his hand, but he didn't intend to wake up.

"I thought he was going to get up..."

"Everyone, don't be nervous, just wipe your saliva..."

"It's only been an hour and a half, wake up so early, can you call me a sleepy god?"..."

"I don't believe it anymore, can he still sleep until the end of the game?..."

"As long as he doesn't get up, I'll stay here with him..."

Liu Hui just wiped his saliva, but it caused a commotion in the comment area.

"Which friend can tell me, how long has the Sleeping God been asleep?..."

"I went to play five games and came back, but he is still sleeping..."

"Sleeping God has been asleep for more than three hours, during which he wiped his saliva twice and turned over twice..."

"Upstairs you are awesome, you can stare at people for more than three hours..."

"The one upstairs must have a penchant for voyeurism..."

"..."

Compared with other creative comment areas, Liu Hui's comment area is extremely lively.

"It's moving, it's moving, the sleeping god is really going to get up this time."

Liu Hui in the surveillance video woke up to the sound of the alarm.

"It was such a good sleep."

Liu Hui, who was sitting by the bed, rubbed his face with his hands, feeling a little unfinished.

Looking at the time, there are twenty minutes left in the game.

"Isn't it easy to plagiarize a song? There is still plenty of time."

Liu Hui stood up slowly, stretched, and sat back at the desk again.

"Start my plagiarism."

Thinking of this, Liu Hui picked up the pen on the table.

"No, the word plagiarism seems a bit ugly, it should be called transfer."

"I'm a porter in the entertainment industry."

The shameless Liu Hui changed the plagiarism into moving, and started his work as a porter.

Seeing Liu Hui who was waking up, the comment area suddenly boiled up.

"Sleeping God has finally woken up..."

"The way he stretches his waist is so handsome..."

"Slept for three and a half hours, I guessed right..."

"Why didn't he sleep until the end of the game?..."

"There are twenty minutes left in the game, does he still want to create a song during this time?..."

"He really sat down at the desk and wrote songs..."

In the live video screen, Liu Hui is sitting at the desk and writing quickly.

In less than 10 minutes, Liu Hui copied out the song, no, it should have been carried.

After checking twice, after confirming that there were no mistakes, Liu Hui put the song in a file bag, carefully sealed the bag, and wrote his name.

This is the regulation of the competition. In order to ensure originality and fairness, after leaving the creation room, this sealed file bag must be handed over to the notary for safekeeping. No one can open the file bag until the second half of the game is broadcast live tomorrow night.

"Have you seen it? Sleeping God put the written song in the file bag..."

"Sleep God wrote it in less than 10 minutes..."

"Are you sure there's a song written on that piece of paper?..."

"Could it be that a piece of white paper was put in it?..."

"Don't talk nonsense upstairs, I saw something written on the paper..."

"I'm looking forward to the second half of the game tomorrow night..."

"I feel the same, I feel the same, I also want to see the song written by Sleeping God in less than 10 minutes..."

"The song written in the past few minutes, what kind of good song can it be?..."

Liu Hui's actions surprised many viewers who watched the video, and many of them were skeptical.

"The four-hour creation time has been reached, and the creators are requested to hand over their songs to the notary at the door for safekeeping."

Hearing the voice from the monitor on the wall, Liu Hui stood up and walked towards the door of the creation house with a file bag.

Opening the door, his assistant Huang Jie and two notaries were standing at the door.

"Mr. Liu, are you okay? I saw you sleeping on the bed on live TV."

Seeing the notary staff walking away with the document bag, Huang Jie asked with concern.

"My body is fine, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night, so I took a nap inside."

"We're going back to the company now. You immediately call the company's male artists who can sing, including trainees."

"It's 6:8 p.m., and I'm required to return to the company before 00:[-]. If I'm too far away to make it back, I don't need to notify you."

"I'm going to pick someone to sing the song I wrote and participate in the second half of the game tomorrow night."

The game time is a bit tight, and Liu Hui has to prepare for tomorrow night's game.

"Mr. Liu, have you written any songs? Haven't you been..."

In the last half hour of the competition, Huang Jie was waiting at the door, and did not see Liu Hui writing a song.

"You really thought I was sleeping all the time. Before the game ended, I found time to write a song."

Liu Hui said to Huang Jie with a smile.

Hearing Liu Hui's words, Huang Jie was speechless.

"Have you found time to write a song?"

"Just that little time."

"Is it scribbled?"

"Never mind him, the other party is my boss, so just go crazy with him."

Thinking of this, Huang Jie stopped asking, took out her mobile phone and started making quick calls.

Haicheng, Star Entertainment headquarters building.

When Liu Hui and Huang Jie came to the conference room, there were already more than a dozen people waiting there.

These people are the arrangers who stayed overtime for Wang Jin.

"You don't need to be downcast. Wang Jin just broke his contract and retired from the game. The sky won't fall."

"I majored in lyrics and music in college. Without Wang Jin, I can still write good songs."

Seeing that their morale was a bit low, Liu Hui encouraged them even though he knew that his words were of little use.

"Minister Liang, this is the song I composed during today's competition."

"According to the arrangement requirements I wrote above, you arrange people as soon as possible to make the accompaniment."

Liu Hui handed Liang Qing the songs and arrangements he had written on paper.

"Assistant Huang, it's almost 8:00, how many artists have rushed back to the company?"

Liu Hui asked Huang Jie who was sitting beside him.

"A total of nine people, six of them are trainees, and they are in the karaoke room now."

"Go, go and choose people."

Liu Hui stood up and walked to the door of the conference room.

"Minister Liang..."

"Minister Liang..."

There were more than a dozen people in the conference room, but Minister Liang did not speak after waiting for 5 minutes.

Finally, someone couldn't help reminding Liang Qing.

"Sorry, I'm fascinated."

Liang Qing never imagined that Liu Hui, a son, could write such a good song.

Originally, he thought that Liu Hui replaced Wang Jin in the competition out of helplessness and desperate for face.

Now it seems that he is not an ignorant son.

"Everyone, get ready, we'll make arrangements right away."

"The arrangement requirements are all on this piece of paper, you don't need to make any changes."

"Don't be downcast. This song is no worse than Wang Jin's. Even Wang Jin may not be able to write such a good song."

Liang Qing looked around, and all he saw were disdainful eyes.

"Don't you think I'm flattering the boss."

"When you make arrangements, you will know whether what I say is true or not."

After reading this song composed by Liu Hui, Liang Qing had a feeling that they would be proud of having arranged for this song.