Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

The process of registering a film and television company is much more complicated than expected.

Li Cheng spent two days running around to the Industry and Commerce Bureau and finally submitted all the basic materials.

"The license will be issued in as little as seven working days." On the other end of the phone, Li Cheng's voice was mixed with the sounds of car horns on the road, making it sound chaotic.

"There's also the business license, which is harder to get. The approval process is very strict. I'll try to find someone I know this afternoon to see if I can get through the fast track. These people are so inefficient; it takes three days to get a single stamp."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Don't give me that crap," Li Cheng muttered on the phone. "Treat me to a nice meal tonight. There's a new seafood restaurant that just opened near the company, and I've had my eye on it for a while. You'll pay the bill."

"Okay, order whatever you like."

hang up the phone.

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and brought up the system panel.

A semi-transparent light curtain appeared before my eyes.

Lifespan: 45900 points

[Remaining lifespan: 112 days]

He opened the store and switched to the "Film and Television Works" category.

The list of comedies unfolds, with familiar names from my past life neatly arranged.

Jiang Fan flipped through the pages from top to bottom.

Crazy Stone, a multi-narrative film, is the pinnacle of dark humor.

However, this kind of thing requires extremely high coordination from the director and editor. If a new team tries to work with this structure for their first film, there's a high chance they'll fail.

"Detective Chinatown" requires filming on location overseas, and the time spent on visas, location coordination, and assembling an overseas crew is prohibitive.

"Dying to Survive".

A great film, a benchmark for realist films, achieving both box office and critical success, winning numerous awards.

However, this kind of drama places extremely high demands on the actors, requiring exceptional acting skills.

He currently has no one at his disposal who can handle this task.

Forcing a film adaptation would only ruin a classic; let's save it for later.

More than a dozen films were released in a row, but either the conditions weren't right or the timing wasn't right.

My gaze lingered on the next line.

Goodbye Mr. Loser.

Time travel, youth, comedy, music.

Jiang Fan stared at the labels, his finger hovering in mid-air without moving.

The male protagonist is a middle-aged loser who has accomplished nothing. He gets drunk at someone else's wedding and dreams of his high school days.

Relying on the pop songs in his head that hadn't yet been written down, he plagiarized songs all the way to fame, gaining both fame and fortune, and reaching the pinnacle of life.

Finally, he woke up from the dream and realized that the most precious thing had never changed: the wife he had neglected for half his life.

Jiang Fan stared at the screen and suddenly felt a bit absurd.

What's the difference between what he did in this world and what Charlotte did?

They are all "copying" songs based on memories from their past lives.

The only difference is that one happened in a dream, while the other actually traveled through time.

They even use the exact same methods to get rich.

Check the exchange rate.

[Script "Goodbye Mr. Loser": Exchange requires 8000 life points]

That translates to almost three months of life.

However, this script is worth the price.

The jokes are frequent and fast-paced, with a punchline every three or four minutes.

More importantly, the scenarios are simple, mostly taking place in schools and indoors, making the costs extremely controllable.

Moreover, it requires the use of a large number of classic old songs, which is exactly his forte.

Riding the wave of the movie's popularity, they can also conveniently promote songs from their music library, making the most of both aspects.

Jiang Fan was about to redeem his phone when it vibrated on the table.

Fang Yiming's name was displayed on the screen.

"Jiang Fan, the results of the PK competition are in." Fang Yiming got straight to the point.

Who advanced?

"Chen Hao and Fang Xiaoxiao."

Expected.

Chen Hao's strength is undeniable; there's no suspense about him in the PK match.

Fang Xiaoxiao fought her way up through the challenge competition, and she became more and more excited when she was on a big stage, and her performance on the spot was extremely stable.

"The semi-finals are set for next Saturday. How's Shen Nian's song preparation going?"

"Still selecting."

"The rules have changed this time." Fang Yiming's voice lowered by half a octave. "The official media just issued a notice that the song selection for the semi-finals is limited to two themes: 'joy' and 'sorrow.' The four contestants will draw lots, and the two who draw the same theme will be paired up for a duel."

"Did the players not know which card they would be drawn beforehand?"

"Yes. So you need to have songs on both themes ready."

Jiang Fan responded.

"There's one more thing," Fang Yiming said in a low voice. "Universal has hired a new vocal coach for Zhang Yihan, poached from abroad with a hefty sum. He's a specialist in writing those melancholic and sad pieces."

He paused.

"I always felt that the rules for this episode were their doing. They deliberately limited the theme to a specific scope so that Zhang Yihan could take advantage of her strengths."

Jiang Fan tapped his index finger twice on the table, but didn't respond.

"In short, you know what I mean. I'll compile the rules and details and send them to your email."

Fang Yiming hung up the phone.

Jiang Fan put aside the script exchange for now and switched back to the work interface.

evening.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Shen Nian walked out of the recording studio and pushed open the office door.

Jiang Fan is writing something in front of his computer.

"What should I write?"

Jiang Fan flipped the paper over and placed it face down on the table.

"It's not decided yet, don't peek."

Shen Nian pursed her lips and sat down opposite him.

She pulled her feet out of her slippers, placed them on the edge of the chair, and hugged her knees with her arms.

"I saw the list of the top four." She rested her chin on her knees. "Chen Hao and Fang Xiaoxiao."

"Hmm." Jiang Fan didn't even look up, continuing to type on the computer.

"Fang Xiaoxiao is really good. I've listened to her song 'Chasing Dreams' several times; the chorus has a really powerful opening. Chen Hao goes without saying."

Jiang Fan nodded.

Fang Xiaoxiao's voice is not as good as Shen Nian's, but she has more stage experience and a strong ability to evoke emotions.

These kinds of contestants are very popular on stage and can easily captivate the audience.

"Have you heard about the rules for this round?" Jiang Fan asked.

"I saw it on Weibo." Shen Nian put her water glass on the table. "We drew lots, and there are two themes: 'joy' and 'sorrow'."

She wrinkled her nose.

"I'm a little afraid of drawing the 'lucky' one."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not good at cheerful things." Shen Nian reached out and fiddled with the handle of the water glass.

Jiang Fan flipped the paper that was face down on the table back over and pushed it in front of her.

Shen Nian looked down.

A song title was written on the paper.

"The Fragrance of Rice?" she read aloud.

"Listen to this first."

Jiang Fan turned on his computer and pulled up a demo he had recorded that afternoon.

Press the play button.

The guitar strumming begins, followed by the crisp chirping of insects.

Light and bouncy.

Shen Nian listened intently for more than ten seconds, then her brows relaxed.

If you have too many complaints about this world—

"If you fall, you won't dare to keep going—"

Jiang Fan sang a rough demo by himself, without any auto-tuning. His voice was clean and carried a casual laziness.

When the first line of the chorus came out, Shen Nian's toes began to move unconsciously to the beat.

"I remember you said home was the only castle—"

As the rice-scented river continues its journey—

I know the dreams you had as a child—"

Shen Nian's body swayed unconsciously to the melody.

"Don't cry, let the fireflies carry you away—"

Country folk songs are an eternal reliance—

Let's go home, back to the beautiful beginnings—

The song finished playing.

The office was quiet for a moment.

Shen Nian raised her head, her fingers tapping unconsciously on her knee.

"This song...it makes me feel warm and comforted, it's very healing."

"What if you draw 'sadness'?"

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, his gaze passing over Shen Nian and looking at the neon lights gradually illuminating outside the window.

"I haven't decided yet." Jiang Fan looked away. "No rush, there are still a few days. Let's get the sheet music for 'Rice Fragrance' sorted out first, and then we'll go into the studio tomorrow to record the official arrangement."

Shen Nian nodded, put her feet back into her slippers, and stood up.

What should we eat tonight?

"Li Cheng said he'd charge me a seafood meal."