Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 517: Hit the jackpot with number 501

Chapter 517: Hit the jackpot with number 501

Zhou Jue nodded in time, "There are many who sing well, but those who sound as good as this are rare."

Yan Yueqing was not a music major and couldn’t specify exactly how good it was, "Hmm, judging by everyone’s reaction, you can tell how incredible she is."

Seated to her left was Xingyue artist’s trainer, Ji Quwei, a man over fifty, who was practically the teacher of all the new artists at Xingyue. With both seniority and experience, everyone treated him with great respect, and even when Feng Long was still at the company, they didn’t dare to act recklessly.

For some reason, the old master had stopped coming to the company since the beginning of last year, leaving almost all training responsibilities to his two disciples.

As of November this year, for nearly two years, no matter what happened at the company, it was impossible to ask the old master to make an appearance.

At this moment, Zhou Jue couldn’t help but sneak a peek at the entranced Ji Quwei, inwardly admiring President Yue’s extensive connections!

It felt like coaxing a legendary recluse down from the mountains...

Too impressive!

He wondered how President Yue had managed to persuade the old master?

His appearance today had astonished many at the company.

Everyone looked at the old master with surprise as he walked into the lobby with a composed expression, entered the elevator, and it wasn’t until the elevator began to ascend that they realized, "What the hell? Teacher Ji has come out of seclusion?"

As the song ended, Xu Mengjie stood obediently on the stage, like a nervous little rabbit.

Her face was pale, and her eyes were red.

"Respected leaders and teachers, my performance has concluded."

Yan Yueqing nodded her head but didn’t immediately comment; instead, she turned to Ji Quwei, "Teacher Ji, what do you think?"

Ji Quwei had a look of wanting more but his comment was very reserved, "Passable."

Zhou Jue’s eyes popped!

Holy cow, in his years at this company, it was the first time he had heard Teacher Ji give such a gentle assessment!

Hadn’t he politely inquired before, "What nonsense are you singing?"

Or said with a frown and cold voice, "With your skills, my pet mynah could slip out and squawk a few times and still release an album."

Enduring hardships and criticism is an inevitable journey for an artist.

Ji Quwei had exceptionally high demands, so cutting that he often reduced auditionees to tears.

To the point of crying their eyes out on stage!

So, you see, the HR department had a tough time; they couldn’t let everyone leave in tears, right? But they couldn’t change Teacher Ji’s critique style either; they could only comfort the candidates after they had cried enough, "Don’t worry, Teacher Ji is the strictest of all; he always speaks like this, don’t take it too much to heart."

The auditionees, with teary eyes, "So, do I still have a chance to be signed?"

HR would feel a tingling sensation on their scalp, "Emmm, we will have to notify you after all the teachers’ processes are completed..."

The candidates cried even harder.

Today, Teacher Ji had actually changed his tune! He said "passable" so gently!!!

It was clear how great Xu Mengjie’s potential was.

Ji Quwei took a sip of tea and slowly asked, "How many octaves is your range?"

Xu Mengjie’s face flushed as she spoke softly, "The last time I tested, it was five octaves..."

Five?

Zhou Jue was a bit stunned.

Ji Quwei showed a pleased expression, "Ordinary people, untrained, have a range of about one and a half to two octaves; with professional training, it can be expanded to two and a half to three and a half octaves. Your five octaves, that is exceptional talent!"

Xu Mengjie lowered her eyelashes and shyly revealed a few white teeth with her smile, "Thank you for your comments, Teacher Ji."

Ji Quwei, without asking further, waved his hand grandly, "Come to the company tomorrow to report."

HR was stunned: Wait, Teacher, you have to follow the procedure! I see you’re satisfied, but I still want to go through the formalities, telling her to wait for the notification...

Seeing HR frozen, Ji Quwei’s brow furled slightly with a cold edge, "Time is precious, make it quick."

What he meant was they should sign a contract with Xu Mengjie today.

HR looked towards President Yue for help, frantically signaling with their eyes: What should we do, President Yue?