Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

However, not everyone gets carried away during the revelry.

In Fang Yu's fan community, several prominent fans jointly posted a long thread.

The title is very eye-catching.

Sisters, calm down! Don't just get carried away with the fun! Brother Yu still has important business to attend to!

The post was written with great care.

"Coca-Cola's GG theme song has a contract period."

"I heard the brand gave us a month, and almost a week has passed now."

"Yu-ge has been busy recording old songs, dealing with fan crises, and dating these past few days. What stage is the GG song at?"

"This is the first endorsement deal he's signed that's worth tens of millions of yuan."

"Sisters, we can chase after the debt, but please don't ruin Brother Yu's livelihood!"

"If he can't deliver the song, or if the quality is subpar, which client would dare to hire him in the future?"

The number of comments below the post quickly exceeded one thousand.

Indeed, Coca-Cola hasn't made any moves, and I'm starting to panic.

[Yu-ge, get back to work, making money is the priority! We can't afford to offend the clients!]

Stop dawdling with those angelic women all the time! Get your work done first! A working person can't be without ambition!

A group of netizens who were urging "Mohe Dance Hall" just two days ago have suddenly become fans of the show.

The main focus is on a smooth transition between different attitudes.

Yesterday: Fang Yu, get out there and record a song!

Today: Fang Yu, you need to serve the client well first!

He's destined to be a worrier.

……

the next day.

9:30 a.m.

Starry Entertainment, CEO's Office.

Mr. Zhang pushed open the door to his office and immediately stopped in his tracks.

Fang Yu was sprawled casually on the leather sofa.

He was carrying a bag of steaming hot xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) in his left hand.

He was holding a cup of soy milk in his right hand.

They ate with great relish.

He remained calm when he saw Mr. Zhang enter.

He slowly swallowed the bun in his mouth, then glanced at the clock on the wall.

Then, Fang Yu shook his head with a pained expression.

"Mr. Zhang."

You're late.

"A full five minutes."

As he spoke, he placed the soy milk on the coffee table, crossed his arms, and looked serious.

"Capitalists also have to take the lead in charging forward."

"With your work ethic, it's hard for me to work my ass off for you."

Mr. Zhang's lips twitched, and he instinctively wanted to explain.

"Um... I was stuck in traffic—"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Wait a minute, I'm the boss.

Why the hell am I explaining this to you?!

Mr. Zhang took a deep breath, just about to adopt the boss's authority and give a few words of reprimand.

Fang Yu didn't give him that chance at all.

He grabbed a tissue and roughly wiped the oil off his fingers.

Then, he took a USB flash drive out of the inside pocket of his trench coat.

With a flick of the wrist.

"Smack."

The USB drive traced a small arc in the air before landing on the large mahogany desk.

Fang Yu was still chewing the last bite of a steamed bun, and his speech was a little slurred.

"Here you are."

"A delicious song."

"It's done."

Mr. Zhang froze as he pulled out the chair, almost sitting on nothing.

"So fast?"

He stared at the USB drive on the table, his eyes changing.

When did you write it?

Mr. Zhang knows all too well what kind of life this kid has been living these past few days.

You could say they're either causing trouble or on their way to causing trouble.

Mr. Zhang had even prepared himself mentally.

I'll personally make a trip to Coca-Cola headquarters then.

He swallowed his pride and begged for leniency with a forced smile.

"Our artists are indeed extremely busy lately. Could you perhaps grant us a few more days?"

The results of it?

The song was slammed lightly onto the table.

Fang Yu leaned back on the sofa, his tone unusually sincere.

I wrote this in my spare time.

"Mr. Zhang, don't be fooled by my constant wandering around outside."

"Actually, I didn't dare to slack off at all behind the scenes."

Mr. Zhang remained silent for two seconds.

He looked at Fang Yu.

Then I checked the USB drive.

Let's take another look at Fang Yu.

My feelings are complicated.

I was genuinely excited, given the efficiency they demonstrated.

But I was genuinely anxious.

Did you write this in your spare time?

How many hours does your "empty" period add up to?

"OK."

Mr. Zhang pulled up a chair and sat down, trying to make his voice sound steady.

"I'll call Old Zhang over to listen."

As he spoke, he pressed the intercom button on the table.

Two minutes later.

Old Zhang from the music production department pushed the door open and came in.

Old Zhang, whose full name is Zhang Qiming.

Senior producer at Star Shine Entertainment.

When Fang Yu first signed with the company, he was responsible for producing the first promotional single, "Fiery Chariot".

That song became quite popular.

The data is okay, and the reputation is so-so.

Back then, Old Zhang was quite proud of himself, and he liked to say to everyone he met:

"That kid Fang Yu was someone I trained."

"I have good taste, don't I?"

Then--

Fang Yu went to Mohe.

After I came back.

The Sound of Falling Snow, Xiao Fang, Cotton Candy, Sweet Honey, Love Is Inevitable, The Big Sedan Chair.

They kept throwing out songs one after another.

It completely turned the Chinese music scene upside down.

Old Zhang shut up completely.

If anyone dares to say now, "Fang Yu was trained by you," Old Zhang would want to kowtow to them on the spot.

begging.

Don't mention it.

If you mention it again, my heart will break.

……

"Listen to this."

Mr. Zhang handed over the USB drive.

Old Zhang took the USB drive and walked to the listening system in the corner.

Plug it in and put on your headphones.

Press the play button.

The office fell silent.

Mr. Zhang held his thermos and drank water sip by sip.

But his eyes remained fixed on Old Zhang's face.

Fang Yu, on the other hand, was not nervous at all.

He finished the last sip of soy milk and tossed it aside casually.

The paper cup traced a beautiful arc and landed precisely in the trash can two meters away.

"Thump."

A very soft sound.

Mr. Zhang's eyelid twitched.

If this kid ever stops singing, he could probably make a fortune playing ring toss on the overpass.

Three and a half minutes later.

The audio has finished playing.

Old Zhang took off his headphones but didn't speak immediately.

He sat there, silent for several seconds.

Then, he turned around.

He glanced at Fang Yu first.

He glanced at General Manager Zhang again.

Mr. Zhang put down his thermos and leaned forward.

"How is it? Is it okay?"

"Does it need further sanding?"

What professional advice do you have?

Old Zhang opened his mouth, his throat feeling a little dry.

"That's fine."

"Just hand it in."

Mr. Zhang was taken aback.

"Not a single note needs to be tuned?"

Old Zhang remained silent for two more seconds.

His expression was complicated.

As a seasoned producer, he naturally wanted to say something.

Even a couple of small suggestions would be appreciated.

For example, could a certain drumbeat be toned down a bit?

Could a certain harmony be layered with another layer?

Or could the ending be a bit more commercial?

This at least proves that he, as a professional producer, is still making a difference.

but.

He looked down at his hands, which had spent his entire life arranging music.

I savored the almost overwhelming sense of perfection I felt from the headphones just now.

In the end, all I could do was sigh inwardly.

Me? Give him feedback?

Old Zhang's tone was calmer than before.

"Mr. Zhang, this song is very well done."

"The melody is memorable, the rhythm is engaging, and the brand fit is good enough."

"It's not a question of whether or not we can pay."

"The sooner we deliver, the sooner we can capture the market."