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Fang Yu was amused.

He picked up the wine pot, slowly poured a cup for Old Liu, and then casually pushed it in front of him.

"I've already finished the arrangement."

Old Liu's expression froze on the spot.

"What?"

"After the performance in Huairou that day, I went back and started working on it."

"The guzheng, flute, drumbeats, and even the vocal parts are all in the project files."

"My computer is in the car."

"As long as the basic equipment in the shed is usable, the files can be exported at any time."

Old Liu opened his mouth.

He didn't make a sound.

He had prepared a whole host of professional procedures, but before he could even unleash them, Fang Yu had already finished the most time-consuming part: the music arrangement.

Even so, recording directly tonight is still too risky.

Old Liu thought for a long time but really didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only look to He Zheng for help.

The meaning is quite obvious.

Director He, you need to do something about this.

This guy's had a bit too much to drink.

He Zheng, who hadn't said a word, looked at Fang Yu, then at Lao Liu.

The next second, the wine bowl was slammed onto the table.

"record!"

"Now that everything's ready, let's record tonight!"

Old Liu was so startled that his hand trembled, and he almost spilled the wine in his glass.

"Director He, why are you going crazy too?"

"This isn't madness."

He Zheng's eyes were frighteningly bright.

"That's called striking while the iron is hot!"

He had heard Fang Yu sing the version on the guzheng in Huairou.

That day, Fang Yu drank some strong liquor and sat down next to a table full of leftovers. He immediately dragged everyone into that world of chivalry and vengeance.

If tonight's performance can really keep up with the scenes from this afternoon...

Who knows, we might actually be able to record a version that can never be copied again.

He Zheng leaned forward and stared at Lao Liu.

"Are there any recording studios available around the film studio tonight?"

Old Liu's mind was buzzing.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then forced himself to answer:

"There is a shed, though."

"There's a multi-purpose studio in the south area, which is usually used for post-production dubbing for film crews and can also record some simple music."

"The equipment is definitely not comparable to the top music studios in Beijing."

"However, it has all the basic functions; importing audio tracks and recording vocals are no problem."

"Where's the sound engineer?"

He Zheng pressed for an answer.

"They're probably off work by now."

Old Liu sighed and picked up his phone.

"But I can call them back."

That's enough.

Fang Yu answered decisively.

"I don't care about the greenhouse, as long as the equipment works."

Old Liu glanced at Fang Yu, then at He Zheng, and resignedly began flipping through his contacts.

Wu Zheng, sitting beside him, finally couldn't help but ask:

"Are you serious?"

Fang Yu picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of hot tea to sober up.

"How could it be fake?"

"Eat your food while it's hot, sing your songs while they're in your head! That's the spirit of the martial arts world!"

He Zheng burst into laughter upon hearing this.

He grabbed the car keys from the table and tossed them to the driver waiting outside.

"Alright, stop dawdling!"

"Old Liu contacted someone on the way; let's set off now!"

……

10:40 PM.

The recording studio in the southern area of ​​Xiangshan Film and Television City.

Recording engineer Lao Chen walked in, shivering in the cold, and turned on the mixing console while cursing.

The indicator lights on the monitor speakers, microphone preamps, and sound cards lit up in sequence.

Old Chen let out a long yawn, his eyelids almost sticking together.

He worked in this studio for six years, and his usual job was simply to dub period dramas and do some simple post-production work for small production crews.

Easy, stable, and you can leave work on time.

Tonight is fine.

He had just crawled into bed, and the blankets hadn't even warmed up yet, when Production Manager Lao Liu called and dragged him out of bed.

On the other end of the phone, Old Liu was so drunk he could barely speak.

It all boils down to the same sentence over and over again.

The theme song for director He Zheng's movie must be recorded tonight, urgent!

"Calling people over in the middle of the night to record songs..."

Old Chen squatted down next to the line, inspecting the connectors, muttering to himself.

"They're a bunch of people who just finished drinking."

"This isn't recording a song, it's like turning a recording studio into a karaoke room."

The voice just fell.

The roller shutter door outside rose up with a "whoosh".

A group of people, bringing with them a chilly breeze, stormed through the door.

He Zheng, who was walking at the front, was beaming and walked with a brisk pace.

Following behind were Wu Zheng, Fang Yu, and Sister Wang, who was carrying a briefcase and looked utterly dejected.

Of the four people, three reeked of alcohol.

Old Chen's heart sank.

have to.

He was right.

Despite his inner complaints, he still managed to put on a smile.

"Hello Director He, hello Teacher Wu, hello Teacher Fang."

"The equipment is ready, please have a seat."

The one who pays is the boss.

Do whatever you want.

Sister Wang walked quickly to the mixing console and took a USB flash drive from her briefcase.

"Teacher Chen, could you please import the project files?"

"it is good."

Old Chen took the USB drive and plugged it into the workstation.

While waiting for the data to be read, he casually picked up a pair of listening headphones and handed them to Fang Yu.

"Professor Fang, your monitoring is working."

Fang Yu waved his hand.

"No need for headphones, play the accompaniment out loud."

Old Chen stopped moving.

"Play it externally?"

"right."

Fang Yu pointed into the recording studio.

"With the main microphone facing away from the monitor speakers, find the attenuation zone with a cardioid polar pattern."

"Turn on two more ambient microphones to leave some room sound."

"This song was recorded too cleanly, which makes it tasteless."

Old Chen was stunned for a few seconds.

By utilizing the blind spot on the back of the cardioid microphone, the direct sound from the monitoring speaker is avoided as much as possible, and an ambient microphone is used to retain an appropriate amount of spatial reflection.

This is a common method used in old-school live recording.

The risks are considerable.

However, as long as the singer is steady enough, they can indeed record a live quality that ordinary dry vocals cannot achieve.

The problem is that most singers would never even have heard of this method, let alone make such a request.

Old Chen looked Fang Yu up and down again.

Weren't we here to sing karaoke?

They came prepared.

"Okay, I'll adjust it."

Old Chen stopped talking nonsense, got up and adjusted the angle of the main microphone and the speakers, and then set up ambient condenser microphones on both sides of the room.

Before long, the project files were also imported.

The guzheng, flute, and drumbeats—each sound track was clearly audible.

The arrangement framework is already quite complete.

Old Chen clicked on a few audio clips, and his previously droopy eyelids slowly lifted.

The soundproof door was pushed open.

Fang Yu sauntered into the recording booth and stood in front of the main microphone.

Looking at his retreating figure, Sister Wang still felt uncertain.

She tried to persuade him three times along the way.

After drinking, I'll go back to the hotel and sleep. I'll record again tomorrow when I'm sober.

Fang Yu agreed faster than anyone else.

As soon as the car stopped, he got out even more nimbly than He Zheng.

Sister Wang has only one request now.

Let's not turn tonight into a scene of drunken accidents in the entertainment industry.