Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

"It'll definitely work!" Gu Yang was even more excited than Feng Yuxi himself. He slapped Feng Yuxi on the back. "What are you afraid of! We've already launched on Changba, and we have millions of followers on Weibo! What's there to worry about? Just do it!"

Ling Luo shook her head helplessly when she saw Gu Yang talking animatedly.

"Senior, I'll take care of the song. I'll give you a demo tomorrow."

"Thank you, Teacher Ling."

Shao Hui checked the time: "Xiao Yang, take him to meet the team first. Leave the rest of the work, such as styling and planning the publicity strategy, to Zhao Ying."

"OK," Gu Yang said, giving Shao Hui and Ling Luo a thumbs-up when he saw they had something to discuss, and then led Feng Yuxi and He Yiyi out.

As soon as the door closed, Shao Hui felt as if his bones had been removed, and he collapsed into the chair.

"ah--!"

He let out a long, soul-stirring groan, denouncing the capitalists' ruthless exploitation of a middle-aged man.

Ling Luo patiently poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, saying, "Forty years old is just the right age to strive for success; the future is promising."

"Heh, what are you saying? Don't you have a conscience?" Shao Hui took the water glass and downed it in one gulp, rolling his eyes fiercely. "If it weren't for owing you a few hundred yuan, I'd probably be on a beach in Sanya right now, an iced coconut in my left hand and..."

Ling Luo raised an eyebrow, watching him quietly until he finished venting.

After rambling on and on for a while, Shao Hui finally managed to suppress his anger and then began to talk about serious matters.

"I intercepted more than 20 people from Xingchen. One of them is Jin Yinan, who is 42 years old, has been in the industry for 20 years, and has his own public relations team of six people." As he spoke, Shao Hui took out the documents from his bag and handed them to Ling Luo.

Ling Luo flipped through the documents. Jin Yinan's resume was impressive; she had handled many well-known crisis public relations cases in the industry.

  

"Okay, let's build our public relations department around him. Once the news of Gu Yang re-signing with our Fanyin comes out, other entertainment companies will definitely make moves. It'll be a good opportunity for him to practice."

"That's what I think too." Shao Hui put the documents back into his bag. "Also, I'll contact those female singers you sent me at noon this afternoon. You're very popular right now, so I'm sure they'll be very interested in collaborating with you on this 'New Voice Songwriting Camp'."

"Yes, character comes first, ability second. Those who are unwilling don't need to be forced; we have half a month, enough time to find the right person."

Shao Hui nodded, then remembered something else: "By the way, I heard from CCTV that they're planning an S+ level program to promote traditional culture, tentatively called 'Treasure Hunt.' It's causing quite a stir, and several top composers in the industry have submitted their work. Do you have any ideas? How about we give it a try?"

In his view, resources of this caliber are something to be fought for with everything one has to do.

Ling Luo was taken aback, not expecting CCTV to act so quickly, even deciding on a name already.

He put down the documents, his expression calm: "You don't need to worry about this."

"Um?"

"CCTV will come looking for me."

Shao Hui, who had just sat up straight, suddenly stiffened, picked at his ear, and wondered if he had misheard: "What did you say?"

Ling Luo's tone was matter-of-fact: "The planning of this program originated from the creation of 'The Elephant King's Journey.' I am the composer, so they can't bypass me. Once the preliminary preparations are completed, they will naturally come knocking on my door."

Shao Hui opened his mouth, about to say, "Brother, aren't you too confident?", when Ling Luo's phone rang in his pocket.

buzz-

buzz-

The vibration was particularly clear in the quiet conference room.

Ling Luo took out her phone, and the screen displayed an unfamiliar landline number from Beijing.

He pressed the answer button, his voice calm and even.

Hello.

A steady, middle-aged male voice came from the other end of the phone, and in the background, one could vaguely hear other people quietly discussing work.

"Hello, are you Mr. Luomu?"

"I am."

"That's wonderful! Hello, Mr. Luo Mu, I apologize for bothering you. I'm Yao Zexi, the program director of CCTV's main channel." The other person's tone was formal, yet it revealed an irrepressible enthusiasm. "Professor Jiang Ping from the Beijing Conservatory of Music gave me your contact information."

Teacher Jiang?

Ling Luo understood; it seemed that CCTV had found Jiang Ping first, since he was still quite mysterious.

"Director Yao, hello, what can I do for you?" Ling Luo got straight to the point.

"Well, Mr. Luomu," Yao Zexi quickly got to the point, "I don't know if you've been following this lately, but CCTV is preparing a brand new large-scale cultural variety show, tentatively titled 'Treasure Hunt'."

"I've heard about it," Ling Luo replied casually.

As soon as the words "Treasure Hunt" were uttered, Shao Hui's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Bro! That was just hearsay! You've practically done a live broadcast!

Yao Zexi was clearly even happier to hear Ling Luo's answer, which meant that the other party was not completely out of the loop, making communication much easier.

"The purpose of this program is to respond to the call of the nation, promote the treasures of our traditional Chinese culture, and launch a positive and powerful cultural counterattack against the improper cultural appropriation by some countries in recent years!" Yao Zexi said with a strong voice, carrying the sense of mission and pride of a staff member of the National Television Station.

"Music is a crucial part of our counterattack plan. We hope to use music to help more young people understand and fall in love with our traditional culture."

"Our entire production team watched the recording of your performance of 'The Elephant King' at the Beijing Conservatory of Music' repeatedly. It was incredibly moving! Professor Jiang Ping also strongly recommended you to us. We all agree that no one is more suitable than you to helm the music segment of our program."

Yao Zexi paused for a moment at this point.

"Therefore, on behalf of the CCTV's 'Treasure Hunt' program team, I formally extend an invitation to you, Mr. Luo Mu. Would you be interested in collaborating with us?"

The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Shao Hui had completely given up on managing his expression. He felt as if his skull had been opened, and a cold wind was whistling in.

Cooperation?

CCTV's S+ level variety show!

Now, it hit Ling Luo on the head with such precision and a "smack".

Just a minute ago, Ling Luo said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, they'll come looking for me."

Shao Hui now feels like his worldview is being pressed to the ground and rubbed repeatedly with the soles of his feet.

He'd been in this industry for twenty years, seen powerful figures with connections to the heavens and resourceful individuals with deep backgrounds, but damn it, who could tell him what Ling Luo was?

This is no longer a matter of having a wide network of connections. He said, "Let there be light," and then CCTV called!

Just as Shao Hui was experiencing a mental storm and began to question his life, Ling Luo spoke up.

"We can collaborate. If the program needs any songs, please contact me."

Upon hearing this, Yao Zexi on the other end of the phone couldn't help but laugh: "That's great! Mr. Luo Mu, when would be a convenient time for us to discuss the details of our collaboration in person? Our program team is located in the CCTV building, and we're always ready to welcome you."

"How about 10 a.m. tomorrow?" Ling Luo glanced at the schedule and set the time immediately.

"Sure! Absolutely no problem! We'll wait for you in the lobby of CCTV at 10:00 AM tomorrow. I'll send you my phone number later; just contact me when you arrive."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Luo put it back in her pocket, picked up the water on the table that had cooled down, and slowly took a sip.

The whole process was smooth and seamless.