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Xiangshan Film and Television City.

He Zheng had just returned from the film set and plopped down into the leather seats of the RV.

After filming all morning, his throat was dry and his head felt a little heavy.

He unscrewed the thermos, tilted his head back and gulped down two mouthfuls of strong tea before finally taking out his phone.

Several unread messages were piled up on the screen.

The production manager, Lao Liu, sent over the latest budget sheet.

An actress sent me a selfie with the caption:

"Director He, how's my new hairstyle?"

He Zheng didn't even open the photo; he just swiped past it.

Keep scrolling down.

A new email came into view.

Sender: Fang Yu.

He Zheng raised an eyebrow, and the fatigue he had felt earlier immediately dissipated.

That kid's quick.

To be honest, He Zheng didn't expect Fang Yu to produce anything remarkable on his first attempt at writing a script.

If you can tell a story smoothly and make the characters believable, you've passed the test.

He leaned back in his chair, his mind already racing with plans.

If the script is decent, he wouldn't mind giving it a try with Fang Yu.

If it really works out, he will be the pioneering director of the fantasy/martial arts genre.

If that doesn't work, then it'll be even easier. According to the previous agreement, Fang Yu has to obediently play the male lead in his next martial arts movie.

No matter how you look at it, this is a win-win situation.

With this in mind, He Zheng opened the email.

There is only one attachment, and the title is very straightforward.

The Legend of Sword and Fairy.

"The name is quite interesting."

He Zheng muttered something to himself, then swiped his finger across the screen, slowly scrolling down.

The story begins in Yuhang Town.

An inn.

A seemingly carefree young man who dreams of becoming a chivalrous hero.

Li Xiaoyao.

He Zheng initially looked at it casually, leaning back lazily in his chair.

He stopped swiping the screen halfway through.

A few more seconds passed.

He Zheng sat up straight and put the thermos aside.

The phone screen is too small, it's hard to see.

He opened the laptop on the table, logged into his email, and re-downloaded the document.

The file opens, and the mouse wheel slowly scrolls down.

The casual look on He Zheng's face gradually disappeared.

Outside the RV, staff members came and went, and occasionally someone would loudly announce the afternoon's schedule.

Inside the RV, only the occasional sound of the mouse wheel could be heard.

……

the other side.

Beijing, Huace Media headquarters.

The atmosphere in the elegantly decorated reception room was somewhat subtle.

Sister Hong sat upright, with a standard professional smile on her face.

Sitting opposite me were Li Rui, the chief director of the CCTV May Fourth Youth Gala, and Teacher Chen, the chief planner.

Half an hour ago, Sister Hong received a call from CCTV.

The other party expressed their desire to come to Huace Media and meet with Liu Yifei to discuss cooperation on the May Fourth Youth Gala.

Her first reaction was, "Which scammer is so bold as to call me?"

The result is now.

Two CCTV officials were sitting opposite her.

The identity, documents, and procedures all match up.

This is actually true.

Sister Hong glanced at Liu Yifei beside her without making a sound.

In contrast, Liu Yifei was much calmer.

She had probably already guessed what Fang Yu meant by that seemingly random phrase "bringing glory to the country" in his WeChat message.

At that moment, she was listening attentively as Li Rui introduced the overall concept and program requirements for the gala.

"So, this time we want to break away from the usual solo performance format."

Li Rui looked at Liu Yifei, his tone gentle.

"The production team plans to use two independent but complementary programs to showcase the different styles of contemporary young men and women."

"Comrade Fang Yu has already confirmed that he will compose and sing a song that represents the perspective of young men."

Li Rui paused for a moment.

"We'd like to formally invite you to sing another song."

"This work will take a female perspective and showcase the growth, responsibility, and strength of contemporary young women."

Upon hearing this, only three words remained in Sister Hong's mind.

Great news!

Liu Yifei has just opened up a new chapter in her music career with "Light".

If he were to appear on CCTV's May Fourth Youth Gala immediately afterward, it would undoubtedly take this recognition a big step forward!

After hearing this, Liu Yifei did not immediately agree.

She thought about it carefully for a moment before asking:

"Director Li, thank you for your trust and that of CCTV."

"But this time, the song..."

"The song is entirely the responsibility of Comrade Fang Yu."

Planner Chen picked up the conversation, explaining with a smile:

He wrote the lyrics, composed the music, and arranged the music.

"We just agreed with him at Xingyao that we would deliver two complete demos within five days."

five days?

Two songs?

Sister Hong's hand, holding the coffee, froze in mid-air.

She quickly pieced together the clues.

The dual-program structure was temporarily adjusted.

Fang Yu handled the lyrics, music, and arrangement for both songs all by himself.

Delivery time is only five days.

Add to that the fact that the two CCTV executives had just left Xingyao and rushed over to Huace in such a hurry...

Sister Hong has figured it out.

Fang Yu is probably smuggling in his own agenda again.

Not content with receiving an invitation from CCTV himself, he also managed to get his girlfriend on board.

The key point is that the production team was actually persuaded by him.

But he wrote two songs for CCTV's assignments in five days...

Is this really reliable?

Sister Hong believed in Fang Yu's talent.

But she knew even better that a gala of this caliber could not afford the slightest mistake.

If the song fails to pass the review, or if Fang Yu fails to submit the manuscript on time, it will affect more than just one performance.

She was about to speak up and try to secure a more reliable backup plan for Liu Yifei.

Liu Yifei, who was standing next to her, spoke first.

"it is good."

There was only one word, without the slightest hesitation.

Sister Hong turned to look at her.

Liu Yifei remained calm.

She looked at Li Rui and added earnestly:

"I'm fine."

"I will fully cooperate with the production team to complete the audition and rehearsal."

"If there are any adjustments needed for the performance or stage presentation, we can communicate at any time."

Li Rui nodded in satisfaction.

Planner Chen also laughed and said:

"With your words of comfort, we are at ease."

……

The meeting has ended.

After seeing off the two CCTV teachers, Sister Hong returned to the reception room.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Liu Yifei pick up the bag from the sofa.

Where are you headed now?

Sister Hong asked.

"Go to Fang Yu's place."

Liu Yifei slung her bag over her shoulder and answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"I'll discuss the lyrics and composition with him."

Sister Hong opened her mouth, but in the end, she could only sigh helplessly.

"Alright, be careful on the road."

"Also, don't just focus on playing with him."

"Two songs in five days, time is really tight."

Liu Yifei nodded.

"I know."

After saying that, she quickly walked out of the reception room.

As she walked, she pondered Fang Yu's current state.

I bet he's rubbing his hair or holding a guitar, testing out melodies.

Thinking of this, she quickened her pace.

Liu Yifei decided to go to the supermarket to buy some groceries first.

Make him a pot of soup... well, maybe not soup.

That's a bit like repaying kindness with enmity.

Let's bring a few of his favorite home-cooked dishes.

……

An hour later.

Liu Yifei stood in front of Fang Yu's apartment, carrying several lunch boxes.

She entered the password and gently pushed open the door.

Then, I changed into slippers, tiptoed, and walked toward the living room.

I'm going to give Fang Yu a surprise.

Then she saw it.

Fang Yu sat cross-legged on the sofa, with a laptop in front of him.

But he wasn't wearing headphones, nor was he arguing with the music software.

He is on a video call.

On the screen was a familiar face.

Director He Zheng.

At this moment, He Zheng had lost all of the composure expected of a renowned director.

He was slamming his hand on the table through the screen.

"Um, let's not finalize the executive director yet!"

"I've thought about it carefully again just now."

"What's wrong with TV dramas? I think I have absolutely no problem filming TV dramas!"

Fang Yu leaned back lazily on the sofa, showing little surprise on his face.

"Director He, please calm down."

"Let's discuss first whether the special effects for the scene where Zhao Ling'er takes a bath will be effective."

He paused, his expression becoming extremely serious.

"That's my girlfriend."

"The level of detail in the shots must be carefully controlled; it's best not to even show the shoulders."

Doorway.

Liu Yifei looked down at the lunchbox in her hand.

She looked up at Fang Yu again.

Three question marks seemed to slowly emerge on his forehead.

Five days, two songs, CCTV gala.

Everyone thought he was at home in seclusion, creating art.

Turns out, this guy was actually discussing the female lead's bathing scene with Director He?!