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Shen Weimin was the first to come to his senses.

He glanced around at the old folks still standing there in the activity room, his voice low but without the slightest hesitation.

"This song, in terms of its theme, melody, and even Xiao Fang's own vocal style, is highly compatible with 'The Forbidden City'."

As he spoke, he picked up the lyrics he had torn from his sketchbook and his gaze fell on the four steady, powerful charcoal characters at the very top of the paper.

"Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales..." Shen Weimin murmured the song title, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, his tone extremely solemn.

"I've decided to eliminate all other alternatives."

"From now on, this song, 'Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales,' is the only candidate for the theme song of the documentary 'The Forbidden City,' and it will be submitted directly for review."

Shen Weimin paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"If the station has different opinions, or the review team thinks it is inappropriate, I guarantee it with my professional reputation for the rest of my life."

"No one can change this song."

The activity room was silent for two seconds.

Old Zhou opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

He and Shen Weimin had worked together for many years, and he knew better than anyone how heavy those words were.

Shen Weimin is meticulous and pragmatic, sometimes even to the point of being rigid.

He won't give anyone special treatment because of their fame, and he certainly won't sacrifice his professional reputation to support a young singer.

In the past decade or so, the number of works that could elicit such a response from him can be counted on one hand.

"I have no objection."

Tang Huaiyuan was the first to express his opinion.

"This song, 'Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales,' is not just about the Forbidden City, but also about the roots of our nation."

"From the grand scale of the land, to the fragmentation of dragon scales falling to the ground, and finally to the revival of bloodlines forming a forest."

"The introduction, development, transition, and conclusion are all well-established."

"This structure is perfectly suited to support the overall atmosphere of the documentary."

The historical consultant next to him nodded in agreement.

"More than just able to support it."

"It captures the essence of documentary!"

"We had been worried about how to find a core image that could represent the dynasty and connect us to the present day, amidst six hundred years of trials and tribulations."

As he said this, he emphasized the lyrics with his finger.

"Dragon Scales!"

"They're dragon scales!"

"A single dragon scale can string together glory, pain, and heritage."

"It has a masculine spirit, but it is not domineering."

"It has historical depth, but it's not outdated."

"That word is brilliant!"

The old experts who were just nitpicking with magnifying glasses are now all gathered around that manuscript.

You say one thing, I say one thing.

The more I analyzed it, the more excited I became.

Standing at the door, Liu Yifei finally breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

She looked at Fang Yu, who was surrounded by a group of senior experts and had a smug expression on his face, and couldn't help but smile.

Pride and joy were written all over his eyes.

She's even started planning how to celebrate after work today.

Should we go to that private kitchen she's always wanted to eat at?

Or is it just the two of you staying at home, ordering a bunch of takeout, and opening a bottle of good wine?

Just as the activity room was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Old Zhou seemed to suddenly realize something, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

"etc……"

Everyone looked at him.

Old Zhou took out his phone, looked down, and quickly swiped a few times.

He pulled up the sample footage of the second half of the documentary "The Forbidden City," and the further he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Weimin sensed something was wrong.

"The lyrics and music are settled, what other questions are there?"

Old Zhou looked up, his expression somewhat unpleasant.

"The opening theme song... is fine."

"But what about the ending credits?"

He turned his phone toward the crowd.

On the screen was the original proposal for the end credits song.

"As originally planned, the end credits will feature a powerful male chorus."

"It emphasizes grandeur and magnificence, which is used to conclude the entire documentary."

A music consultant nodded.

"That song wasn't exactly amazing, but it was solid and reliable."

"It will work perfectly as an end credits message."

"Yes."

Old Zhou gave a wry smile.

"In the past, it certainly wouldn't have made a mistake."

"But what about now?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the old piano that Fang Yu had just played.

"Think about that song again."

"What would be the effect of attaching it after 'Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales'?"

The activity room fell silent instantly.

Several experts subconsciously went over the two songs in their minds.

Immediately afterwards, his expression changed completely.

What effect?

That can't be called a comparison!

That's called public execution!

"Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales" has brought the grandeur, magnificence, vigor, and historical depth to their peak.

There are pearls and jade ahead.

When that song comes out again, not only will the melody be repetitive, but the artistic conception will also plummet.

He could have scored 70 points.

Now it's turned into a failing grade!

"broken."

The literary consultant slapped his thigh in surprise.

"This song starts too high in pitch!"

He turned to look at Shen Weimin, his expression becoming completely serious.

"Director Shen, the second half of our documentary focuses on the fall of the dynasty, the damage to the palace, the relocation of cultural relics to the south, and the passing down of knowledge and silent restoration work by generations of Palace Museum staff in the last few decades."

"This part needs a more delicate, gentler, and even compassionate and warm touch to finish it."

He glanced at Fang Yu in front of the piano.

"The Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth is too powerful and too strong."

"It is like a sharpened sword, its edge fully revealed, its momentum soaring."

"Using it as an opening is incredibly impactful."

"But if the ending can't be met with a gentler force that is just as powerful, but with a completely different quality, the narrative rhythm of the whole film will be unbalanced."

Shen Weimin's face also darkened.

He immediately realized that this was not a small problem.

The problem now is not that Fang Yu's songs are not good enough.

Quite the opposite.

It's just too good!

The opening sequence is a bombshell.

The ending can't just be a one-against-three situation.

"I'm going crazy!"

Old Zhou held his head in his hands and spun around twice.

"The problem with the opening sequence was just fixed, and now the ending sequence is messed up!"

He stopped abruptly and looked up at Shen Weimin.

"Director Shen, next Wednesday!"

"The PR department needs the finalized materials by next Wednesday!"

"All things considered, there are only six days left!"

Old Zhou raised six fingers, and his speech quickened considerably.

"Where are we supposed to find another ending theme song in six days that can rival 'Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth' in artistic merit and perfectly complement its overall feel?!"

He became more and more desperate as he spoke.

"This is even harder than finding a new theme song!"

The activity room, which had just been like a pre-event celebration, suddenly felt like an ice cave.

The experts immediately began to discuss it.

"Immediately contact those national team composers and offer double the price for their work?"

"It's too late! Writing this kind of song isn't just about paying money; it depends on inspiration and the right mindset!"

"Then...why not end with instrumental music? A melodious cello or guqin piece?"

"No way! It's a letdown! The beginning was so moving, and then it's just a lull in the music at the end? The audience won't accept that!"

"So what should we do?!"

A group of bigwigs in the domestic cultural scene, whose every move could shake the nation, were now running around in circles like headless flies.

Liu Yifei stood at the door, her heart pounding.

She originally thought that once "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales" was finalized, this hurdle would be cleared.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yu wrote such a good song that he ended up "killing" the ending theme song.

Just as everyone was talking at once, and the more they discussed it, the more troubled they became.

Fang Yu listened silently for a long time, and finally couldn't help but slowly raise his hand.

"Um... teachers?"

He opened his mouth.

All eyes instantly turned to him.

Fang Yu looked at everyone with an innocent expression and shrugged.

"actually……"

He cleared his throat, his expression sincere and innocent.

"I also wrote one."