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a few days later.

Inside a top-notch recording studio in the eastern part of Beijing.

As the mixing engineer pressed the Enter key heavily, the master tapes for "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales" and "Light" were officially sealed.

In the monitoring room, Shen Weimin, Lao Zhou, and several experts took off their headphones, their wrinkles smoothing out one by one.

Especially in "Light," Liu Yifei's delicate and restrained pop vocals, paired with Fang Yu's androgynous and soul-stirring operatic singing, blend together seamlessly, leaving listeners feeling numb.

Old Zhou let out a long breath.

"I would feel heartbroken if even one sound were changed from this version."

Shen Weimin didn't waste any words, nodded emphatically, and made the decision directly.

"Submit for review immediately!"

Thus, after so many days of turmoil, the national-level project has finally been finalized.

The huge weight that had been hanging over everyone's hearts was finally lifted.

……

Outside the recording studio.

The afternoon sun shone on the street, warming people up nicely.

Liu Yifei's black Alphard was parked on the side of the road.

She straightened Fang Yu's collar and said, "Sister Hong is urging me to go back to Huace for a meeting; I need to go over the schedule for the second half of the year. What about you?"

"I'm going to the company."

Fang Yu stretched comfortably and yawned.

"You go first, contact me tonight."

"OK."

Liu Yifei glanced at him and got into the car.

The black Alphard slowly drove away.

Fang Yu hailed a taxi and headed straight for Xingyao Entertainment in Chaoyang District.

After half an hour.

Fang Yu paid the fare, got out of the car, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked into the company.

As soon as he stepped into the office area, he sensed that something was wrong.

The entire floor was filled with a sense of unease.

The sound of keyboards clicking filled the air as employees from the publicity department hurried back and forth carrying documents, while several others huddled around the computer, arguing in hushed tones.

When passing employees saw Fang Yu, they all stood up to greet him.

"Hello, Brother Yu."

But their eyes held a hint of unspoken words.

Fang Yu didn't stop, but walked straight to the door of General Manager Zhang's office and pushed it open.

Inside the room, General Manager Zhang sat in a large executive chair, with Sister Wang and Publicity Director Lao Li sitting on either side.

A thick stack of newly printed public opinion reports was piled on the table, and the three of them didn't look too good.

Upon seeing Fang Yu enter, General Manager Zhang pointed to the chair opposite him.

"sit."

Fang Yu didn't stand on ceremony, plopped down, and poured himself a glass of warm water.

Sister Wang first asked about business: "What brings you back today? Did you finish up over there?"

Fang Yu took a sip of water.

"Both master tapes have been submitted for review."

"That's good." General Manager Zhang pointed to the report on the table. "Since you're back, let me give you a rundown first."

"The company will handle Cai Kun's matter."

"Don't get involved publicly, don't like posts on Weibo, don't reply to comments, and just pretend you don't know anything when the media asks."

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow, just about to speak.

Sister Wang immediately chimed in, speaking very quickly: "Fang Yu, I know you have a good relationship with Cai Kun."

"You wrote the song, and you decided on the look."

"Now that things have escalated to this point, you must feel responsible."

Sister Wang took a deep breath, her tone extremely serious.

"But if you get involved in this controversy now, you'll only push the hype even higher."

"Besides, your current public image is too precious to be tainted by this dirty water."

After hearing these words.

Fang Yu put down his water glass and glanced at the three of them one by one.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Bosses, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about me?"

Mr. Zhang was stunned: "What misunderstanding?"

Fang Yu leaned back in his chair and spread his hands.

"Help him? Why should I help him?"

The people in the office were all dumbfounded.

Before Fang Yu returned, they had rehearsed these words countless times in their minds, fearing that Fang Yu would act impulsively out of loyalty.

I never expected this kid to say something like that.

Fang Yu crossed his legs, shook his head, and sighed.

"When I travel the martial world, my motto is: 'Better to die than to die myself.'"

"To risk one's life for a brother? That comes at a different price."

"Look at my face, do I look like the kind of selfless philanthropist who burns himself to light up others?"

Sister Wang opened her mouth, but for a moment she really didn't know how to continue.

You say he doesn't seem like it.

He could film the "Mohe Dance Hall" MV for free, and he could also spend all his appearance fees to treat tourists from all over the country to a banquet for 10,000 people.

You say he looks like it.

His current smug, gossipy demeanor has absolutely nothing to do with the words "noble character" or "moral integrity".

"So what exactly do you mean?" Mr. Zhang was completely bewildered.

"I won't help." Fang Yu drank the water in his cup in one gulp, answering decisively.

Then, he slowly added, "Not only will I not help, I'll kick you when you're down."

"To kick someone when they're down?!" Sister Wang's eyes widened in disbelief, and she almost fainted on the spot.

Fang Yu was too lazy to explain, so he snapped his fingers and looked at Old Li.

"Old Li, does your publicity department have a graphics tablet? Bring one over, and also a computer."

Old Li was completely bewildered: "What do you need this for?"

"draw."

Old Li turned to look at General Manager Zhang, who frowned and nodded hesitantly.

In less than two minutes, Lao Li slammed his laptop and graphics tablet in front of Fang Yu.

Fang Yu connected the equipment, opened the drawing software, and picked up the stylus to stretch his wrist.

"Look at everything carefully."

Fang Yu made the first stroke.

With a flick of the wrist, a few simple lines instantly outlined a round shape on the screen.

Immediately afterwards, a head, wings, and two short legs appeared on the screen.

Sister Wang leaned closer for a better look: "A chicken?"

"You got it right, but there's no reward." Fang Yu didn't even look up, his pen tip gliding rapidly across the graphics tablet.

In less than five minutes, a complete chibi-style image suddenly occupied the center of the screen.

"Done."

Fang Yu casually tossed the stylus aside.

Mr. Zhang, Ms. Wang, and Mr. Li all crowded around the screen.

The next second, all three of them gasped in shock, their eyes widening in disbelief.

On the screen is a round, cute little yellow chick.

But what's outrageous is that it has a head of granny gray hair parted in the middle.

Two patches of rosy cheeks were painted on her round little face, and her innocent eyes revealed an indescribable smugness.

What's even more amazing is that it was wearing a black mini shirt and gray overalls.

Between the two small wings, there was an orange basketball!