Chapter 10
Act II: Hairspray (3)
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It was deep in the middle of the night when the night owls came out to make trouble.
There was a lot of excitement in the audio drama work group.
There was gossip in the chat circles, there were those who spit out objects, there were those who played games with friends, and there were those who shared beautiful clothes on Taobao.
As for serious business, of course, there was none.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: [anger] [anger] [anger]
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: If I don’t watch the group for a few minutes, the message prompt will be 99+. If you have time to chat, why doesn’t anyone help me recruit! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: [anger] [anger] [anger]
It was okay when she didn’t speak. But as soon as she spoke, the whole group immediately quieted down. If it wasn't for the chat history that remained on the screen like ironclad evidence, everyone would think that this was a ‘dead’ group.
Who was this second son?
Although she was known as the second son, she was actually a girl. At first, the Voice of Jiuxiao was formed by seven like-minded friends, and they jokingly called themselves the seven sons.
At that time, they agreed to work together to make Voice of Jiuxiao become the most well-known broadcasting community in the circle; but unfortunately when this goal was achieved, the seven sons dispersed, leaving only the second son to finally assumed the responsibility of president.
Among the seven sons, there were those who went to study abroad, those who were in love and got married, those who lived away from their homes returned home, and those who had different ideas drifted further and further apart. Of course, some people had become the ‘regular army’ and had taken the road of commercial voice acting, becoming well-known voice actors in the circle.
Things were difficult for the second son, a girl with such a strange net name yet she persisted to this day.
The second son had been yelling at the group for a long time, but unfortunately, very few people paid attention to her and most pretended to be dead. Everyone knew that recruiting was a tedious job because the number of applicants were like moths streaming in endlessly.
Last year, when the Voice of Jiuxiao was recruiting, she discovered a very promising newcomer. He had a good voice and a good sense of language. Although his grasp on emotions was lacking, he was still worth taking on.
At that time, the second son posted a demo of the new recruit on Weibo with great joy. As a result, a small radio drama company came to the door.
It turned out that the so-called ‘newcomer’ was not a newcomer at all, but a pillar of a certain small drama company who had managed to come up with him! The pillar of the company did not retreat from Jiuxiao, but the other company directly reported his identity to the Voice of Jiuxiao. As a result, his voice revealed his identity. The small radio drama company lost their pillar and naturally refused to give up.
The second son was annoyed and angry. They were not a brothel and she was not an old prostitute. Why would she snatch him if she knew they were a good wife and husband?
Pushing forward one more year, a newcomer they enrolled was a madman, who, when he just joined the group, began to harass female staff everywhere.
It is said that there are people who are popular, and there are people who are popular for bad reasons.
Recruiting was the best way to maintain the vitality of a radio drama company. The second son could bite the bullet and do it.
In the first half of this year, their group issued two popular dramas in succession, and their popularity reached a new height. Therefore, this year, the number of newcomers who participated in the demo was also the greatest.
As soon as she opened the mailbox and looked at the e-mails that were too many to be seen at once, the second son fainted.
She wanted to catch a few strong men in the group to help her share the work, but this group of unconscientious people ran faster than anyone else.
There was really no way, she looked around in the group, her eyes locked on an id.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Yun God, Great Yun, my dear Yun, are you there?
Yiming Qingyun: ...
Yiming Qingyun: What's wrong, I was about to sleep.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: [Lift the table] Don't pretend with me! Why would you sleep at this time! !! It's still daytime over there! !! !! !! !!
Yiming Qingyun: Retreat to Sleep [Smile]
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Great God, look at your poor second son! !! [Hugging thighs and crying]Your second son is really too busy! !! !!
Tan Yiming reluctantly thought, ‘The id of our president always seems to be sexually harassing …’
After Tan Yiming agreed, the president posted a string of email names and passwords, assigning the humongous task.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: The only reliable person in the group is you!
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: You have patience, responsibility, and ability ...
Yiming Qingyun: Don't give me a high hat. How can I help you?
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: The two of us can divide the work. The first ten pages of unread mail belong to me, and the last ten pages belong to you.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Those who are foolish, troublesome, or harassing, should be directly crushed. Those who do not meet the admission criteria should receive the rejection template directly. If the sound is not bad, just throw it into the [primary screening] mailbox. Don't let your hands be too loose. Let's accept a few people this time and reject them according to the ratio of five to one.
Yiming Qingyun: OK.
Yiming Qingyun: Then I will go filter them.
Tan Yiming was about to withdraw, when suddenly another new message popped out.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: By the way, the video of the piano that you posted that day ... is it a new friend you met?
Yiming Qingyun: Well, what's wrong?
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: There is a tattoo on the man's wrist, and a fan found that he is a very famous YouTuber
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Many of his videos are updated daily from in the recording studio.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Now the Internet has been started things, saying that since you are close to him, and that you are ready to take the professional route.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: There are several dubbing companies who caught wind of this, found me, and asked me your contact information.
Yiming Qingyun: ...
Yiming Qingyun: [Black question mark face] .jpg
Tan Yiming couldn't laugh or cry. There were more powder and more black fans. These people paid more attention to his every move than he himself. First, guessed his profession, and later, guessed his sexuality. Before that, a person who had no relationship with him came out of nowhere, and vowed to be ‘the hope of the great god’.
Now they were starting to follow the melon vine again, stretching their tentacles towards his work.
Yiming Qingyun: We have known each other for a long time, and I won’t beat around the bush with you.
Yiming Qingyun: I really like money.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: OK, then I will give you the contact information of those game companies.
Yiming Qingyun: No, I mean, I like money very much, so why should I do the bitter business of voice acting?
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: ? ? ? ? ? ?
Yiming Qingyun: Being a voice actor seems to look beautiful, but they are all poor and tired. In the recording studio, the director, editor, screenwriter, are all over their heads.
Yiming Qingyun: The agent thinks that your voice is not good enough to be their artist, and the fans blame you for bad acting.
Yiming Qingyun: Obviously the most dramatic is the shabby acting of those idol stars.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Why didn't I find you so poison-tongued before?
Yiming Qingyun: I am very satisfied with my current job, help me block this kind of professional voice acting in the future.
Yiming Qingyun: When someone asked, they said that Wang Qingyun goes up tens of millions a minute. [proud] [proud] [proud]
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: ... [awesome [awesome] [awesome]
Wasn’t it tens of millions a minute working in an investment bank? ——It was just that, in those tens of millions, not a dime was from him...
...
Tan Yiming and the second son chatted for a bit, and seeing that the time was not early, they left QQ and logged in to the new recruit mailbox.
It happened to be a break today, and he could free up time to help the president screen talents.
This was his first time participating in the recruitment, and he was still full of enthusiasm. However, less than ten minutes later, he bowed down.
‘What kind of monsters are these? …’
There were a large number of fake Mandarins, there were both sharp and flat tongues, and nasally in the front and back ...
It was okay to meet people from the south. He was most afraid of meeting people from the north, each of whom felt that their Mandarin was the standard. Listening to it, there were the Northeast Mandarins, the Shandong men, and the Beijing people.
The most ridiculous was a demo where the contributor said that he spoke first-class Mandarin. But when Tan Yiming opened it, he had a vision that this Tianjin brother's stage should not be the radio drama company but the cross-talk theater company instead
Did the Tianjin people who tested for the Mandarin certificate go to the Deyun Club to get it?
[T/N: Cross-talk is a kind of traditional performance of folk art, usually with dialogue between two people, and Deyun Club is a group that performs it.]
He patiently dragged all the intolerable e-mails into the recycle bin, feeling that his precious few hours had been wasted.
Second son, second son ... It really hurt you.
Tan Yiming grabbed the coffee from the table and took a sip, rubbing his forehead and continuing to open the next email.
Different from other e-mails, the body of this e-mail did not have any messy self-introduction, only a simple single sentence: ‘male CV audition demo’. The sender was ‘Guess’, translated, it was "Cāi ".
[T/N: ‘Guess’ was English in the RAWs.]
This simple submission email made Tan Yiming’s heart a little curious. He downloaded the audition file and double-clicked to open it.
--Noisy.
Very noisy.
Everyone else's audition would at least be recorded in a quiet and empty room, but the opening of this demo was chaotic noise.
The voices of boys and girls were mixed, and he couldn't hear exactly what was said, but they buzzed incessantly in his ears. The contributor did not use professional recording equipment, such as a mobile phone, to record the chat of a high school student's class.
...... Was it the latest prank to record noise and submit it?
Just when Tan Yiming was impatiently about to turn off the audio, a melodious sound suddenly came out of the headset.
The next second, a crisp and high-pitched tenor stepped on the beat of the music, standing out from the cluttered background sounding like a phoenix in the sky, hitting his eardrums!
Happiness, impulse, pursuit, self, bravery, loud laughter, loud singing ...
Gradually, countless different voices merged into this song, high and low voices, male and female voices ... they gradually merged together, converging from streams into the sea.
And among these turbulent waves, the boy's loud singing voice was like a beacon over a giant wave, staying still and becoming the direction in which everyone sought.
Tan Yiming subconsciously supported the headset with both hands, and tried his best to capture the sound——
“'Cause you can’t stop the motion of the ocean
Or the sun in the sky
You can wonder if you wanna, but I never ask why
And if you try to hold me down I'm gonna spit in your eye and say
That you can't stop the beat!"
...
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Yun God, how is it on your side?
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: I am about to die! !! !!
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: What kind of crooked melons are all these! !! !! Each one is worse than the other! !! !! !!
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: After screening for a long time, I've picked out five new seedlings that were reasonable. What about you?
Yiming Qingyun: I have finished screening here, too.
Yiming Qingyun: I've created the appropriate folders.
Yiming Qingyun: But ...
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: But what?
Yiming Qingyun: There is a voice that I like very much.
Yiming Qingyun: But it’s not suitable for CV.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: [black question mark face] .jpg
Yiming Qingyun: I think that the cover group that our club disbanded last year can reopen for business.
Yiming Qingyun: [Smile]
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T/N: Okay, I guess ‘Sound of Jiuxiao’ is ‘Voice of Jiuxiao’ from now on. My bad.
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It was deep in the middle of the night when the night owls came out to make trouble.
There was a lot of excitement in the audio drama work group.
There was gossip in the chat circles, there were those who spit out objects, there were those who played games with friends, and there were those who shared beautiful clothes on Taobao.
As for serious business, of course, there was none.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: [anger] [anger] [anger]
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: If I don’t watch the group for a few minutes, the message prompt will be 99+. If you have time to chat, why doesn’t anyone help me recruit! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: [anger] [anger] [anger]
It was okay when she didn’t speak. But as soon as she spoke, the whole group immediately quieted down. If it wasn't for the chat history that remained on the screen like ironclad evidence, everyone would think that this was a ‘dead’ group.
Who was this second son?
Although she was known as the second son, she was actually a girl. At first, the Voice of Jiuxiao was formed by seven like-minded friends, and they jokingly called themselves the seven sons.
At that time, they agreed to work together to make Voice of Jiuxiao become the most well-known broadcasting community in the circle; but unfortunately when this goal was achieved, the seven sons dispersed, leaving only the second son to finally assumed the responsibility of president.
Among the seven sons, there were those who went to study abroad, those who were in love and got married, those who lived away from their homes returned home, and those who had different ideas drifted further and further apart. Of course, some people had become the ‘regular army’ and had taken the road of commercial voice acting, becoming well-known voice actors in the circle.
Things were difficult for the second son, a girl with such a strange net name yet she persisted to this day.
The second son had been yelling at the group for a long time, but unfortunately, very few people paid attention to her and most pretended to be dead. Everyone knew that recruiting was a tedious job because the number of applicants were like moths streaming in endlessly.
Last year, when the Voice of Jiuxiao was recruiting, she discovered a very promising newcomer. He had a good voice and a good sense of language. Although his grasp on emotions was lacking, he was still worth taking on.
At that time, the second son posted a demo of the new recruit on Weibo with great joy. As a result, a small radio drama company came to the door.
It turned out that the so-called ‘newcomer’ was not a newcomer at all, but a pillar of a certain small drama company who had managed to come up with him! The pillar of the company did not retreat from Jiuxiao, but the other company directly reported his identity to the Voice of Jiuxiao. As a result, his voice revealed his identity. The small radio drama company lost their pillar and naturally refused to give up.
The second son was annoyed and angry. They were not a brothel and she was not an old prostitute. Why would she snatch him if she knew they were a good wife and husband?
Pushing forward one more year, a newcomer they enrolled was a madman, who, when he just joined the group, began to harass female staff everywhere.
It is said that there are people who are popular, and there are people who are popular for bad reasons.
Recruiting was the best way to maintain the vitality of a radio drama company. The second son could bite the bullet and do it.
In the first half of this year, their group issued two popular dramas in succession, and their popularity reached a new height. Therefore, this year, the number of newcomers who participated in the demo was also the greatest.
As soon as she opened the mailbox and looked at the e-mails that were too many to be seen at once, the second son fainted.
She wanted to catch a few strong men in the group to help her share the work, but this group of unconscientious people ran faster than anyone else.
There was really no way, she looked around in the group, her eyes locked on an id.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Yun God, Great Yun, my dear Yun, are you there?
Yiming Qingyun: ...
Yiming Qingyun: What's wrong, I was about to sleep.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: [Lift the table] Don't pretend with me! Why would you sleep at this time! !! It's still daytime over there! !! !! !! !!
Yiming Qingyun: Retreat to Sleep [Smile]
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Great God, look at your poor second son! !! [Hugging thighs and crying]Your second son is really too busy! !! !!
Tan Yiming reluctantly thought, ‘The id of our president always seems to be sexually harassing …’
After Tan Yiming agreed, the president posted a string of email names and passwords, assigning the humongous task.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: The only reliable person in the group is you!
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: You have patience, responsibility, and ability ...
Yiming Qingyun: Don't give me a high hat. How can I help you?
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: The two of us can divide the work. The first ten pages of unread mail belong to me, and the last ten pages belong to you.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Those who are foolish, troublesome, or harassing, should be directly crushed. Those who do not meet the admission criteria should receive the rejection template directly. If the sound is not bad, just throw it into the [primary screening] mailbox. Don't let your hands be too loose. Let's accept a few people this time and reject them according to the ratio of five to one.
Yiming Qingyun: OK.
Yiming Qingyun: Then I will go filter them.
Tan Yiming was about to withdraw, when suddenly another new message popped out.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: By the way, the video of the piano that you posted that day ... is it a new friend you met?
Yiming Qingyun: Well, what's wrong?
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: There is a tattoo on the man's wrist, and a fan found that he is a very famous YouTuber
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Many of his videos are updated daily from in the recording studio.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Now the Internet has been started things, saying that since you are close to him, and that you are ready to take the professional route.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: There are several dubbing companies who caught wind of this, found me, and asked me your contact information.
Yiming Qingyun: ...
Yiming Qingyun: [Black question mark face] .jpg
Tan Yiming couldn't laugh or cry. There were more powder and more black fans. These people paid more attention to his every move than he himself. First, guessed his profession, and later, guessed his sexuality. Before that, a person who had no relationship with him came out of nowhere, and vowed to be ‘the hope of the great god’.
Now they were starting to follow the melon vine again, stretching their tentacles towards his work.
Yiming Qingyun: We have known each other for a long time, and I won’t beat around the bush with you.
Yiming Qingyun: I really like money.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: OK, then I will give you the contact information of those game companies.
Yiming Qingyun: No, I mean, I like money very much, so why should I do the bitter business of voice acting?
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: ? ? ? ? ? ?
Yiming Qingyun: Being a voice actor seems to look beautiful, but they are all poor and tired. In the recording studio, the director, editor, screenwriter, are all over their heads.
Yiming Qingyun: The agent thinks that your voice is not good enough to be their artist, and the fans blame you for bad acting.
Yiming Qingyun: Obviously the most dramatic is the shabby acting of those idol stars.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Why didn't I find you so poison-tongued before?
Yiming Qingyun: I am very satisfied with my current job, help me block this kind of professional voice acting in the future.
Yiming Qingyun: When someone asked, they said that Wang Qingyun goes up tens of millions a minute. [proud] [proud] [proud]
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: ... [awesome [awesome] [awesome]
Wasn’t it tens of millions a minute working in an investment bank? ——It was just that, in those tens of millions, not a dime was from him...
...
Tan Yiming and the second son chatted for a bit, and seeing that the time was not early, they left QQ and logged in to the new recruit mailbox.
It happened to be a break today, and he could free up time to help the president screen talents.
This was his first time participating in the recruitment, and he was still full of enthusiasm. However, less than ten minutes later, he bowed down.
‘What kind of monsters are these? …’
There were a large number of fake Mandarins, there were both sharp and flat tongues, and nasally in the front and back ...
It was okay to meet people from the south. He was most afraid of meeting people from the north, each of whom felt that their Mandarin was the standard. Listening to it, there were the Northeast Mandarins, the Shandong men, and the Beijing people.
The most ridiculous was a demo where the contributor said that he spoke first-class Mandarin. But when Tan Yiming opened it, he had a vision that this Tianjin brother's stage should not be the radio drama company but the cross-talk theater company instead
Did the Tianjin people who tested for the Mandarin certificate go to the Deyun Club to get it?
[T/N: Cross-talk is a kind of traditional performance of folk art, usually with dialogue between two people, and Deyun Club is a group that performs it.]
He patiently dragged all the intolerable e-mails into the recycle bin, feeling that his precious few hours had been wasted.
Second son, second son ... It really hurt you.
Tan Yiming grabbed the coffee from the table and took a sip, rubbing his forehead and continuing to open the next email.
Different from other e-mails, the body of this e-mail did not have any messy self-introduction, only a simple single sentence: ‘male CV audition demo’. The sender was ‘Guess’, translated, it was "Cāi ".
[T/N: ‘Guess’ was English in the RAWs.]
This simple submission email made Tan Yiming’s heart a little curious. He downloaded the audition file and double-clicked to open it.
--Noisy.
Very noisy.
Everyone else's audition would at least be recorded in a quiet and empty room, but the opening of this demo was chaotic noise.
The voices of boys and girls were mixed, and he couldn't hear exactly what was said, but they buzzed incessantly in his ears. The contributor did not use professional recording equipment, such as a mobile phone, to record the chat of a high school student's class.
...... Was it the latest prank to record noise and submit it?
Just when Tan Yiming was impatiently about to turn off the audio, a melodious sound suddenly came out of the headset.
The next second, a crisp and high-pitched tenor stepped on the beat of the music, standing out from the cluttered background sounding like a phoenix in the sky, hitting his eardrums!
Happiness, impulse, pursuit, self, bravery, loud laughter, loud singing ...
Gradually, countless different voices merged into this song, high and low voices, male and female voices ... they gradually merged together, converging from streams into the sea.
And among these turbulent waves, the boy's loud singing voice was like a beacon over a giant wave, staying still and becoming the direction in which everyone sought.
Tan Yiming subconsciously supported the headset with both hands, and tried his best to capture the sound——
“'Cause you can’t stop the motion of the ocean
Or the sun in the sky
You can wonder if you wanna, but I never ask why
And if you try to hold me down I'm gonna spit in your eye and say
That you can't stop the beat!"
...
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: Yun God, how is it on your side?
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: I am about to die! !! !!
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: What kind of crooked melons are all these! !! !! Each one is worse than the other! !! !! !!
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: After screening for a long time, I've picked out five new seedlings that were reasonable. What about you?
Yiming Qingyun: I have finished screening here, too.
Yiming Qingyun: I've created the appropriate folders.
Yiming Qingyun: But ...
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: But what?
Yiming Qingyun: There is a voice that I like very much.
Yiming Qingyun: But it’s not suitable for CV.
[Voice of Jiuxiao—Second Son]: [black question mark face] .jpg
Yiming Qingyun: I think that the cover group that our club disbanded last year can reopen for business.
Yiming Qingyun: [Smile]
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T/N: Okay, I guess ‘Sound of Jiuxiao’ is ‘Voice of Jiuxiao’ from now on. My bad.
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