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Before he could finish speaking, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

Before the person even entered the door, their voice could already pierce through the door panel.

"Old Chen!"

"You've been keeping that jar of pre-Qingming Longjing tea for almost half a month, finally decided to open it today?"

Chen Daoming did not get up; the teapot in his hand continued to fall steadily into the water.

"His nose is incredibly sensitive."

The wooden door was pushed open.

A bearded man stepped into the tea room.

He wore a black jacket open, revealing his broad shoulders.

Upon entering, he first focused on the teapot, then pulled out a chair next to the tea table and sat down.

"I knew it! That's why you asked me to come over today."

"So you're willing to serve the best tea."

Fang Yu tucked the walnut into his palm and looked up.

He recognized him.

He Zheng.

A name that cannot be ignored in the domestic period martial arts genre.

Several martial arts films he directed in his early years are still remembered by generations of viewers for their iconic scenes.

His films, which depict group scenes, the world of martial arts, and Eastern aesthetics, are still frequently analyzed and dissected within the industry.

After He Zheng sat down, he looked away from the teapot and scanned the people present.

Just as Fang Yu was about to greet them, footsteps sounded outside the door again.

A man in a gray Zhongshan suit stepped through the door.

Her hair was neatly combed. She nodded to Chen Daoming as she entered, then glanced at Fang Yu and Liu Yifei.

Shen Weimin.

He is a national-level documentary filmmaker whose projects have long been in collaboration with CCTV.

Even ordinary artists who want to get into his end credits have to go through several rounds of vetting.

The last man to come in was in his early fifties.

His suit jacket was unbuttoned, and he was twirling a string of Bodhi seeds in his hand.

He didn't interrupt or put on airs; he simply smiled, nodded to everyone, and pulled out a side chair with a southern official's hat to sit down.

The Bodhi beads rolled under his thumb, one after another, at a steady, unhurried pace.

Fang Yu didn't recognize the face.

Liu Yifei picked up her teacup and tilted her shoulder half an inch toward him.

"Zhou Yuanshan".

She lowered her voice so that only the two of them could hear her.

"A prominent figure in Beijing's film and television investment circle."

After listening, Fang Yu leaned back in his round chair.

The cup of tea wasn't even finished yet.

Several big names in the film and television industry sat down in front of him.

The teapot was lifted away from the charcoal stove.

A thin stream of water flowed from the spout, the tea soup swirling along the inner wall of the celadon cup, and a few tender buds unfurled at the bottom of the cup.

Chen Daoming held the lid of the teapot and pushed the last cup in front of Zhou Yuanshan.

Zhou Yuanshan thanked him and took a sip.

As soon as he put the cup down, his gaze swept back and forth between Fang Yu and Liu Yifei.

"You two have really stirred things up in the industry lately."

Zhou Yuanshan spoke with a smile.

"Not only did Mr. Fang dominate the hot song charts, but Pepsi must be laughing all the way to the bank with Yi Fei's song 'Right Now'."

"The executives at Huace were showing off to me at a meeting just two days ago, saying they wanted to take advantage of the momentum and promote you as an all-around singer-songwriter."

The people sitting in the tea room are all shrewd and intelligent.

The slightest movement at the top of the circle can't be hidden from them at all.

Liu Yifei put down her teacup.

Even when facing powerful investors, she maintained her cool and aloof demeanor as a national goddess.

"Mr. Zhou is joking."

"I was just singing casually, just doing it for fun."

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on Fang Yu's profile.

"When it comes to songwriting, the person next to me is the real expert."

Fang Yu picked up the teacup and blew away the tea leaves on the surface.

"President Zhou is too kind."

"If you find a suitable job, please let me know."

"I don't have many other strengths, just one: I release songs quickly and my after-sales service is not bad."

Zhou Yuanshan turned a Bodhi bead in his hand, his smile deepening.

He Zheng took a sip of tea, then placed the rough earthenware cup back on the wooden table with a muffled thud.

"I don't understand things in the music industry."

He stared at Fang Yu.

"Fang Yu, I'm actually quite interested in what you filmed."

Fang Yu met his gaze.

He Zheng pointed at him with his finger.

"I watched the music video for 'Mohe Dance Hall' a while ago."

"That was your first time appearing on camera properly, right? You did well."

"Also, I heard you collected these notebooks yourself?"

"Just some random thought."

Fang Yu put down his teacup.

"I went to the forest farm and listened to the old man's story. I felt I had to write it down."

He Zheng tapped two fingers on the table.

"Can you really come up with that kind of negative space by just guessing?"

"The camera work is restrained, the emotions aren't overdone, and the visuals are clean."

"Your sense of imagery and rhythm is more accurate than many formally trained professionals in the industry."

"Director He, your praise is too much for me to accept."

Fang Yu pushed it back.

"The camera work is the credit of the directing team; I just talked the talk and talked the walk."

He Zheng waved his hand to interrupt.

"Alright, stop with the act."

He leaned forward slightly.

"Come visit my film set sometime."

"Let's see how the blocking and direction are done on a proper film set."

Fang Yu responded quickly.

"Then I'll put it on my tab."

"If I really go then, Director He, please don't mind me getting in the way by squatting behind the monitor."

He Zheng burst out laughing.

"If you really understand this, I'll get you a chair!"

After refilling the water for everyone, Chen Daoming put down the teapot and shifted the topic to the left.

"Old Shen, what's the status of your documentary about the Forbidden City?"

Shen Weimin sat upright, holding a teacup.

The gray Zhongshan suit was ironed flat, with fine stitching on the cuffs.

"The preliminary research has ended, and the first draft is being reviewed on the editing table."

He speaks slowly and steadily.

"I'm still struggling with the soundtrack and theme song."

"CCTV is very strict with their reviews. The few demos we submitted were all rejected by the experts and consultants."

Zhou Yuanshan asked, "What's wrong with it?"

Shen Weimin put down his teacup.

"foundation"

He looked around and continued speaking.

"The Forbidden City has weathered six hundred years of storms; it is the history of a great nation."

"The melody must be deep and commanding."

"Some business teams these days have the skills, but they can't stay calm and collected."

"What is written down only floats on the surface."

Chen Daoming looked at Fang Yu.

"Xiao Fang writes songs quickly and accurately."

"Why don't you let him try your theme song?"

Shen Weimin paused for a moment while holding the cup.

The tea room fell silent.

The water on the small stove simmered gently, and the kettle lid rattled softly from the steam.

Shen Weimin turned his head and his gaze fell on Fang Yu.

young.

It's trending on social media a lot.

High traffic volume.

These labels would be valuable assets in a typical business project.

But the title "Forbidden City" carries too much weight; no one can use it as a test subject.

Shen Weimin put the teacup back on the table and smiled.

"I've heard of some of Mr. Fang's works."

"The melody is catchy and can set trends among young people, so it has real talent."

He paused for a moment.

"However, the Forbidden City project is under close scrutiny from above, and its tone is rather solemn."

"If Mr. Fang has time, he could write a short draft of a few tens of seconds and submit it to the team."

"After a comprehensive evaluation, we think this will give us another option."

That's very polite of you.

The threshold is also clearly stated.

Liu Yifei sat beside Fang Yu, looking down at the tea in the celadon cup.

Having been in the industry for over a decade, she naturally understands this kind of talk.

The door opened a crack.

Whether or not you can go in depends on whether the person inside nods in approval.

She glanced at Fang Yu.

Fang Yu's expression remained unchanged as he picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Director Shen is right."

"Such a historical masterpiece must be meticulously crafted."

He put down his teacup, his tone steady and resonant.

"Once I finish my current work, I'll make a sample and send it over."

"Whether it works or not can be put aside for now, but at least let you hear a sound."