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After hanging up the phone, Fang Yu sat on the bed for three seconds.

He began to think about a very serious question.

Should I brush my teeth first, or go to the toilet first?

After thinking for a long time, he decided to go to the toilet first.

After all, everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes, but you can wait a while before you need to eat.

Twenty minutes later, a black Buick minivan pulled up in front of the artists' apartment building.

Fang Yu was dressed in a clean tracksuit, his hair was casually ruffled with hair wax, and he had half a Snickers bar dangling from his mouth.

He opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

Driver Lao Li is known in the company for his reliability.

I drive calmly and patiently, and I don't rush through green lights even when there are still three seconds left.

But today, he drove two minutes faster than usual.

Speechless all the way.

As I parked the car downstairs at the company, I swallowed the last bite of my Snickers bar.

He dusted off the crumbs on his hands, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.

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Starry Entertainment is unusually quiet today.

Several passing employees saw him and quickly stepped aside to make way, but then couldn't help but turn around to steal a glance.

Fang Yu didn't take it to heart and went straight to General Manager Zhang's office.

The office door was not closed.

He had just reached the door when he saw Sister Wang pacing back and forth inside.

The high heels clicked on the floor with a crisp, rhythmic sound.

Mr. Zhang sat on the sofa, holding a teacup in his hand, but didn't drink a drop; the muscles on his face were taut.

It's not surprising that they were nervous.

Half an hour ago, two unfamiliar middle-aged men arrived at Xingyao Entertainment. After they revealed their identities, Mr. Zhang and Ms. Wang's hearts nearly jumped out of their chests.

The chief director and chief planner of CCTV's May Fourth Youth Gala!

They arrived at a mid-sized company like Xingyao Entertainment without a word, and it seems they were after Fang Yu.

Mr. Zhang and Ms. Wang vaguely guessed that something incredibly good had happened.

However, the two CCTV reporters made it clear that they would wait until Fang Yu himself arrived before they could talk.

This indicates that everything is still under observation.

If Fang Yu himself behaves inappropriately, all the previous guesses may be wrong.

So, the two of them were both excited and nervous.

Upon seeing Fang Yu enter, Sister Wang immediately stopped in her tracks.

"You're here? Come in quickly!"

Fang Yu pushed open the door and entered, his gaze sweeping over the two unfamiliar men in the room before settling on President Zhang's face.

"Mr. Zhang."

Mr. Zhang quickly put down his teacup and stood up to introduce the product.

"Fang Yu, come here, let me introduce you."

He pointed to one of the older men with a square face.

"This is Li Rui, the chief director of CCTV's May Fourth Youth Gala."

Then, he pointed to the bespectacled, refined-looking man next to him.

"This is Mr. Chen, the chief planner of the gala."

CCTV?

May Fourth Gala?

Fang Yu immediately understood.

Director Li Rui also stood up and extended her hand to him.

"Hello, Comrade Fang Yu."

"Hello Director Li, hello Teacher Chen."

Fang Yu quickly reached out and firmly grasped the other person's hands.

Both parties sat down again.

Director Li Rui didn't beat around the bush; he got straight to the point.

"We are here today to formally invite you to this year's May Fourth Youth Gala."

The office fell silent.

Mr. Zhang and Ms. Wang exchanged a glance, and their faces lit up with joy.

really!

CCTV May Fourth Youth Gala!

Although it doesn't garner as much public attention as the Spring Festival Gala, it is still an officially recognized youth event.

For a singer, this kind of stage cannot be bought with money.

It represents approval.

This also signifies that Fang Yu's public image is shifting from a wildly popular singer to a young artist.

Fang Yu himself did not react much.

He sat up straight, his usual playful expression gone.

"Thank you for the trust of CCTV and all the teachers."

"I will definitely cooperate actively as long as the organization needs me."

Director Li Rui smiled and continued:

"This invitation was rather urgent."

"One of the scheduled programs was canceled at the last minute due to special circumstances, which freed up about ten minutes of program time for the gala."

"Time is tight and the task is heavy."

"We also considered this carefully before deciding to come to you."

He paused for a moment after saying this.

"Of course, Director Shen Weimin also made a recommendation."

It turns out to be Director Shen.

Fang Yu understood.

The favor shown in "The Forbidden City" has been repaid so quickly.

And the portion size is quite generous.

Director Li Rui turned his gaze to Fang Yu, his tone becoming more professional and scrutinizing.

"We have listened carefully to both songs from 'The Forbidden City'."

"Especially 'Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales', the work has a very stable style, and the expression of national sentiment is not empty."

"It's not just about shouting a few slogans; it has historical depth and the power of contemporary young people."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhang straightened his back even more.

This was personally endorsed by a CCTV director.

This is far more valuable than the press releases from those commercial awards.

Director Li Rui continued:

"In addition, we are also aware of what you did in Mohe."

"The banquet for thousands of people, your role as a cultural and tourism ambassador, and your interactions with ordinary people in the countryside are all very admirable."

"This content shows us more than just a young artist who can write songs."

"Moreover, he is a young literary and artistic worker who is willing to immerse himself in life and stand with the people."

These few words were spoken slowly, but they carried great weight.

"Director Li, you flatter me."

Fang Yu nodded, his attitude serious.

"I just like to create things that ordinary people want to watch."

"If everyone enjoys watching it and can hear their own lives reflected in it, then I feel that this effort was worthwhile."

Director Li Rui glanced at him, but the scrutiny in his eyes lessened.

Chen, the planner, took over the conversation.

"There are two main requirements."

He held up one finger.

"First, the program content must be original."

"The theme should closely relate to the May Fourth Movement and the struggle of youth, with an overall positive and uplifting tone, and it should also be widely sung."

Fang Yu nodded.

This request is not unexpected.

The songs performed at CCTV galas can have catchy melodies and youthful expressions, but their themes must be solid.

Chen, the planner, extended his second finger.

"Secondly, there is the time requirement."

"We need you to deliver a complete sample within seven days."

He paused for a moment, then added:

"I believe this shouldn't be too much pressure for you."

"Director Shen once said that you created 'Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth' and 'Light' very quickly."

Submit a composition on a given topic within seven days.

For an ordinary creator, even if they don't lose half their life, they'll still be skinned alive.

If it were placed here by Fang Yu, it would at most just mean flipping through a few more pages of the music library in the system store.

Fang Yu thought for a moment and nodded:

"Time is a bit tight."

"However, it should be fine."

He spoke modestly.

In fact, I've already started mentally going through the song list to decide which one to choose.

Seeing that he hadn't messed up, both Mr. Zhang and Ms. Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

The two CCTV judges nodded in satisfaction.

The talks seem to be going quite smoothly.

But at that moment, Fang Yu suddenly leaned forward, his expression becoming serious.

"Director Li, Teacher Chen."

The two looked at him.

Fang Yu raised his finger and pointed to the documents on the table.

"You just said that there are ten minutes of free time for the program during the gala?"

"right."

Planner Chen nodded.

"Then let me sing just one song..."

Fang Yu frowned, his tone very sincere.

"Isn't it a bit too long?"