Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Fan dried his hair as he walked out of the bathroom.

Xu Qingya had changed into a black business suit, and her long hair was tied up.

She transformed back into that aloof, unapproachable diva.

Only when looking at Jiang Fan would a layer of tenderness well up in her eyes.

Tianyu Media Building.

Chen Lan hung up the phone and pressed her temples hard.

There are still twenty days until the release of Hsu Ching-Ya's new album, and the title track is still undecided.

The office door was pushed open.

Xu Qingya walked in, followed by Jiang Fan.

Chen Lan's face darkened as she looked at Jiang Fan walking in behind Xu Qingya.

"Qingya, are you crazy? You brought him to the company? How many eyes are watching you right now?"

She quickly walked over and closed the door tightly. "I'll go talk to Chen Weiyang again. If that doesn't work, I'll have the company's senior management put pressure on him. The new album's progress can't be delayed any longer."

Xu Qingya did not respond to this topic.

She opened her handbag, pulled out two sheets of A4 paper, and slapped them directly onto her desk.

"No need to look for him anymore. We have the title track."

Chen Lan paused for a moment, then picked up the two pieces of paper.

"red beans".

"legend".

She scanned the musical notes and lyrics on the paper.

"I haven't even had a chance to properly experience the weather when the snowflakes are blooming..."

"Just one glance at you in the crowd, and I've never been able to forget your face..."

Chen Lan has been managing artists in the industry for over a decade, and even just glancing at sheet music, she can tell the quality of two songs.

This is a top-tier track that could sweep the annual music awards.

"Where did you come from?" Chen Lan suddenly raised her head, her voice changing tone.

In the entire Chinese music scene, you can count the number of people who can write lyrics and music like this on one hand.

Xu Qingya walked to the water dispenser and filled a glass of warm water for Jiang Fan.

"Written by Jiang Fan."

Chen Lan's hand trembled, and the two A4 sheets of paper almost slipped from her grasp.

"Who?"

"Jiang Fan," Xu Qingya repeated.

The office was silent for a full three seconds.

Chen Lan looked at the sheet music in her hand, then turned to look at Jiang Fan leaning against the door frame, and thought the world had gone mad.

It's one thing for a security guard to write "Sorrow" and "Ordinary Road," but now he's produced two more popular love songs that are worthy of being called masterpieces?

"You even know how to arrange music?" Chen Lan swallowed.

"I know a little." Jiang Fan straightened his clothes.

Chen Lan's hands were still trembling as she held the sheet music.

She picked up the intercom on the table: "Notify Studio One that Qingya will be there to record in ten minutes."

A troubled voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sister Lan, Studio One is currently occupied. Director Chen is there with Lin Shishi for an audition."

Chen Lan's face turned completely dark.

Tianyu Studio No. 1 is an S-level recording studio.

Only Hsu Ching-ya and a few top producers in the entire company have access to this feature.

Xu Qingya stood up: "Let's go straight to tent number one."

Recording Studio No. 1.

Chen Weiyang sat in front of the mixing console, while Lin Shishi stood in front of the microphone next to her, singing a popular love song in a high-pitched voice.

The shed door was pushed open.

Chen Weiyang turned his head and saw Xu Qingya and Chen Lan walk in, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He pressed the pause button and took off his monitoring headphones.

"Oh, Qingya's here." Chen Weiyang leaned back in his chair, turned it to face the door, and crossed his legs.

"You've thought it through? I've still reserved your plane ticket to Sanya."

Lin Shishi came out of the recording studio, squatted down, and took Chen Weiyang's arm, saying sweetly, "Qingya, Teacher Chen just let me try out those two main songs, and they sound so good. You don't mind, do you?"

Xu Qingya didn't even glance at her, and walked straight to the mixing console.

"Get out of the way."

Chen Weiyang's expression changed: "Xu Qingya, don't push your luck. Without me, this album of yours is a joke. You came here today to beg me, didn't you?"

"You take yourself too seriously."

A cold male voice came from the doorway.

Jiang Fan walked out from behind Xu Qingya and went directly to Chen Weiyang.

Chen Weiyang sized Jiang Fan up and down: "Who are you? Since when did just any Tom, Dick, or Harry get allowed into Tianyu's recording studio?"

Jiang Fan ignored him, reached out and grabbed Chen Weiyang's chair armrest, and pulled hard.

Chen Weiyang, along with the chair, was dragged two meters away.

"What are you doing!" Chen Weiyang nearly tripped and fell, but regained his balance and roared in anger. "Shishi, tell security to throw him out!"

Chen Lan stepped forward and blocked the doorway.

"Director Chen, I have a complete copy of the evidence that you abused your position to withhold artist resources and engaged in power-for-sex transactions."

Lin Shishi froze as she was about to pick up her phone.

Jiang Fan pulled over an empty chair and sat down, placing his hands on the million-dollar SSL mixing console.

"Go inside," Jiang Fan said to Xu Qingya, turning his head slightly.

Xu Qingya nodded, pushed open the glass door, walked into the recording studio, and put on her headphones.

Chen Weiyang, enraged, laughed coldly and pointed at Jiang Fan, saying to Chen Lan, "Chen Lan, you brought an amateur to tamper with the company's top-of-the-line equipment? Can he afford to pay for it if he breaks it?"

Chen Lan stood still, her gaze fixed on Jiang Fan's hand.

Jiang Fan silently recited in his mind: "System, exchange for master-level music production."

[Deduct 5000 lifespan points. Remaining lifespan points: 4200.]

A vast amount of knowledge about music arrangement and mixing techniques flooded my mind instantly.

Jiang Fan's fingers swept quickly across the mixing console, moving between faders, knobs, and equalizers.

His movements were frighteningly skilled; he didn't need to look at the markings at all, relying entirely on muscle memory and perfect pitch.

Jiang Fan pressed the intercom button: "Test the sound, just sing a couple of lines."

In the recording studio, Xu Qingya began to sing a scale.

Jiang Fan fine-tuned the EQ on several frequency bands with his fingers, suppressing the sibilance in the vocals and increasing the thickness of the mid-range frequencies.

"Okay. Let's do the whole thing right away." Jiang Fan released the intercom button.

Chen Weiyang stood to the side, his previously arrogant expression now frozen.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Jiang Fan's tuning just now required at least ten years of studio experience.

The prelude begins.

It wasn't the flashy electronic synthesizer Chen Weiyang was used to, but rather an extremely clean piano sound.

Xu Qingya closed her eyes, and her voice was transmitted into the control room through a top-of-the-line microphone.

"I haven't had a chance to properly experience the weather when the snowflakes are blooming."

"When we tremble together, we will understand more deeply what tenderness truly is."

The control room fell silent instantly.

Lin Shishi's smile froze completely.

Although she doesn't understand professional music arrangement, she can tell good from bad.

The catchy melody and the sense of destiny that strikes right to the heart of this song are enough to crush 99% of the pop songs on the market.

She subconsciously looked at Chen Weiyang.

Chen Weiyang's face turned deathly pale.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He stared at Xu Qingya through the glass window, then looked at the fluctuating audio waveform on the screen.

The quality of the lyrics and music, coupled with Xu Qingya's current singing performance.

His two most popular hits are nothing compared to this song.

Sometimes, sometimes, I believe that everything has an end.

Xu Qingya's voice echoed in the control room.

Jiang Fan sat in front of the mixing console, resting his chin on one hand and occasionally pushing the track with the other to control the volume.

His expression was calm, as if he were doing something trivial.

The song ended.

In the recording studio, Xu Qingya took off her headphones and looked at Jiang Fan through the glass.

Jiang Fan pressed the save button.

Jiang Fan took off his headphones and tapped his fingers twice on the mixing console.

"Your breath control is okay. The emotion in the second line of the chorus is a little too strong, tone it down a bit. Let's do it one more time."

His tone was as if he were instructing a beginner.

Xu Qingya nodded in front of the microphone, showing no displeasure, her eyes full of obedience: "Okay."

At this moment, Chen Lan's gaze towards Jiang Fan completely changed.

If she had previously regarded Jiang Fan as merely a kept man by Xu Qingya, then now, the man sitting in front of the mixing console was a monster capable of overturning the Chinese music scene.

Jiang Fan turned his chair around and his gaze fell on Chen Weiyang.

"Director Chen, right?" Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, his eyes indifferent. "Have you finished listening?"

Chen Weiyang's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared intently at Jiang Fan: "Who exactly are you? This song couldn't possibly be written by you! There's no way I wouldn't know someone in China who could write lyrics and music like this!"

"A frog in a well." Jiang Fan stood up and walked up to Chen Weiyang.

Jiang Fan's height advantage allowed him to look down at him from above.

"You can save those two rubbish songs for this lady to sing." Jiang Fan glanced at Lin Shishi beside him. "When you go to Sanya for some inspiration, remember to bring plenty of kidney tonics. Don't die on the yacht."

Chen Weiyang stood up abruptly, his face flushed red: "Who do you think you are! How dare you talk to me like that! I'm the music director of EE-Media!"

"That won't be the case for long." Xu Qingya pushed open the door of the recording studio and walked out.

She walked over to Jiang Fan and looked at Chen Weiyang.

"Chen Weiyang, the evidence Sister Lan has of your dirty deeds is enough to get you into serious trouble," Xu Qingya said coldly. "The day this song 'Red Bean' is released will be the day you get out of Tianyu Entertainment."

Chen Weiyang was struck dumb, his legs went weak, and he slumped back into his chair.

He thought he had Xu Qingya's life in his hands, but he never expected that she would overturn the entire card table.

"Shishi, let's go!" Chen Weiyang gritted his teeth, grabbed Lin Shishi, and fled the recording studio as if escaping.

The recording studio door slammed shut.

Chen Lan now finally understood why Xu Qingya had been so protective of this man.

Not only can he write masterpieces like "Sorrow" and "Red Bean," but he also has top-notch production skills.

This isn't a security guard, this is the father of the Chinese music scene.

Chen Lan turned to look at Jiang Fan, her tone now tinged with a hint of reverence: "Mr. Jiang, regarding the copyright of this song..."

"It's mine. Xu Qingya only has the singing rights." Jiang Fan sat down in front of the recording console. "The revenue sharing will be based on the highest industry standards. Show me the contract once you've prepared it."

"No problem," Chen Lan agreed readily.

Are you kidding me? This is a masterpiece of this caliber. As long as we can get the rights to perform it, Hsu Ching-ya's position as a diva will be secure for another five years.