In the center of the stage, there is audio equipment provided by Tang Ping, which was bought with Gou Shaoqun's help. It is not as good as the equipment used on professional concert stages, but it is still much better than the average KTV.
At least the voice of the singer in the middle can be heard throughout the small square in front of this food city.
Li Yuanji originally took his family with great interest to watch the game below on the top floor of the food court.
But when he saw the first person coming on the stage, his expression changed slightly.
Then he covered his ears with his hands and said eagerly: "Hurry up and cover your ears."
One of Li Yuanji's sons stuck his head out and asked curiously: "Isn't this brother Cui, the bodyguard of my cousin's family?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Cui, who was participating in the competition below, started howling.
There is a saying to describe singing: Others cost money to sing, but singing to him costs money. This is the right word to describe Lao Cui here.
That demonic voice went straight to his forehead, shocking Li Yuanji's disobedient son to the core.
Li Yuanji often went to Tang Ping's shop to drink. Sometimes after drinking too much, Lao Cui would like to howl a few words, so he already knew the power of Lao Cui's magic voice.
But he didn't expect how Tang Ping released Lao Cui.
In fact, Tang Ping had no choice. He had already said that no matter his status, traffickers and lackeys could sign up.
When Lao Cui wanted to sign up for the competition, he had no choice. Moreover, Lao Cui led people to set up the registration platform. After it was built, he was the first to sign up for himself.
The only thing Tang Ping could do was to place Lao Cui's preliminary round with the instructor from the Jiaofang Division - after all, he was familiar with the other two judges and was not easy to trick them.
"Ah, what is this old man singing?"
"I feel a little dizzy!"
"Me too!"
After Lao Cui finished singing a folk song that he thought was heroic, the audience below was stunned.
Singing can be grounding to the earth, but can we not be grounded to the underworld?
The veins on the teacher's forehead popped up, and he endured it again and again, and then finally said: "Unqualified!"
"Unqualified?" Lao Cui was a little shocked: "Am I a little nervous just now and didn't perform well? Can you let me try again!"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the audience below changed. Fortunately, Li Yuanji called his guards below the food court to come on stage and help him stand down, otherwise these audience members would probably start running away.
That Jiaofang Secretary, Xi, even regretted taking this job. If things were like this in the future, he would probably lose many years of his life.
It happened that the second person who came on stage was a rough guy like Lao Cui. Although he looked a little shy, everyone couldn't help but take a half step back when they saw his appearance.
This image is really too similar to Lao Cui. With Lao Cui's experience, everyone can't believe that such a rough guy can sing any good songs.
The scene even became awkwardly quiet at one point!
"Master, come on, you are the best!"
Suddenly a voice came from the audience. The rough man looked at the young apprentice and his son who were cheering for him below, strengthened his confidence, and then carefully approached the microphone in front of him.
He might have been a little nervous at first, and his voice was trembling, but it didn't affect the man's melodious singing at all.
Many people recognized that this was an ordinary shepherd song from northern Shaanxi, but when this man sang it, the listeners actually felt the vastness of the grassland and the joy of the sheep.
"This...it's true that a person cannot be judged by his appearance!"
"Yeah, I thought it was the same demonic sound that hit my ears like before, so I was about to leave, but I didn't expect it to sound so good!"
"Wow, I miss my dad. When I was a kid, my dad took me to herd sheep and sang this song. It's so... so nice!"
The unexpectedly beautiful singing made the audience whisper in whispers.
Naturally, the rough guy on the stage couldn't hear these comments, but it was his first experience to hear his own singing become so loud through the sound equipment.
The singing became more and more free, and the voice began to become more high-pitched, loud and ethereal.
After singing the song, he returned to reality. He looked at the instructor Xi who was the judge with some anxiety. He didn't know where to put his hands, so he could only rub them unconsciously in the seam of his pants.
"Okay!" Li Yuanji took the lead in applauding upstairs.
Hearing his applause, the audience below seemed to have a switch pressed.
The waves of applause were even louder than his singing voice just now.
"marvelous!"
"Singing so well!"
The instructor of the teaching, Xi, also nodded with satisfaction, and then followed Tang Ping's advice that if you meet someone who sings well, you can communicate with him. He tentatively gave a gentle sound to the microphone in front of him and then asked: "You can sing very well, can you?" Tell us, what do you do?"
"I...I am a worker in the workshop area!" The rough man didn't dare to raise his head when he spoke, and kept looking down at his toes.
On the other hand, the apprentice below was dancing and pointing to the people around him and said: "That...that's my master. My master is the best singer among the carvers in our workshop area!"
Xi Zhizhi, the director of the workshop, did not expect that a worker in the workshop area could have such a voice. He nodded again with satisfaction, and then asked: "Can you tell me more about why you came to join our Datang Voice today?"
"Because..." The rough man finally raised his head a little this time, looked at the child below him who was held up by his wife and was waving to him, and said: "I want to earn some bonus to send the child to school!"
With his simple words, not only did no audience think he was too utilitarian, but they once again applauded him.
Most of the audience here to watch are ordinary Chang'an people. Their lives have slowly improved in the past few years. They can understand the thoughts of the rough man on the stage.
"Okay, then I want to say, congratulations, you have achieved at least half of your goal!" said the teaching director, Xi, and took out a card from under the table in front of him.
"We have five such cards at each preliminary point. If you get it, you can go straight to the final match. When Pingguo Bus gave it to me, he told me to be careful when giving it out, but now, I think with you Her singing voice is fully qualified to get such a card!"
After saying that, the staff invited sent the card to the rough man's hand.
Looking at the delicate little card in his hand, he even couldn't believe it. He was entering the main competition?
Doesn’t that mean that the 10 finalist prizes have been obtained?
Only Lao Cui murmured quietly from behind: "This guy's singing is not much different from mine! Why should I be eliminated and he be promoted directly?"
