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

"My boss, you're finally back."

Upon seeing him, Shao Hui slammed the pen on the table and leaned back in the boss's chair, striking a pose as if he were ready to settle scores later.

He pointed to the sofa opposite him: "Sit."

Ling Luo walked over and sat down, her posture relaxed, and got straight to the point.

"How's the gift preparation for Friday coming along?"

Upon hearing this, Shao Hui's anger flared up again: "How dare you say that! The company has a ton of work, the artists have a ton of work, and you, on the other hand, are enjoying being a hands-off boss, even assigning me side jobs! Am I the company director or your personal butler?"

"You've only met the big boss once a day, and all you do is talk about dating."

Ling Luo didn't even lift her eyelids, her tone flat and indifferent: "There's nothing I can do, someone in my family is in a hurry."

Shao Hui: "..."

Fine, you win.

He felt a lump in his throat, neither able to exhale nor exhale.

It's only been a few days? And they've already reached the point of meeting each other's parents. This is faster than a rocket!

"Hmph," Shao Hui rolled his eyes in annoyance, took a tablet from the drawer next to him and tossed it over, "I've already contacted the best channels. The tea is top-grade Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao, a collector's edition specially made by a master tea maker in Qingyuan, which is not available on the market at all. As for the jewelry, I've selected the latest and custom-made pieces from several international high-end luxury brands, take a look yourself."

He paused, then added, "I guarantee everything will be presentable and impolite."

"Price: Two million. Pay up!"

Ling Luo didn't even look up, flipping through the tablet: "I don't have any money, can you lend me some?"

"??? Are you even speaking human language?" Shao Hui gritted his teeth. "You're the one meeting your mother-in-law, not me."

"Hmm, four hundred dollars, at the bar..."

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"Stop, I'll pay, I'll pay, okay?"

You just know how to threaten him with this! Why did you call him in the first place instead of someone else?

Ling Luo opened the album and nodded in satisfaction.

There was absolutely no sense of guilt or insecurity about threatening anyone.

"The official versions of Gu Yang's previous songs can be released now." Ling Luo swiped the screen and brought up another matter, "'Rotten Mud' and 'Decent' are songs for next week's Changba show. They will be released simultaneously after the show airs. You need to arrange the recording studio."

"That's exactly what I was going to tell you." Shao Hui immediately followed his train of thought. "The next match is going live on Monday, and I plan to release the previous songs on Sunday night at 8 pm. This will both warm up Gu Yang and Ming Hui and solidify our existing fanbase, maximizing the hype—a win-win situation."

"Okay." Ling Luo had no objection.

"And how's the discussion going with CCTV's 'Treasure Hunt'?"

"It's finalized with the production team." Shao Hui's spirits lifted noticeably as he mentioned this. "However, there's only one spot available for a guest appearance. The show is scheduled to be filmed at the end of October, and Minghui has several commitments at that time, so there might be a scheduling conflict. Do you think it should go to Gu Yang or Feng Yuxi?"

This is CCTV!

This is a national-level platform that countless celebrities would kill to get on.

Now, they not only invite Ling Luo to produce songs, but also offer a spot to one of their company's artists.

This means that the sudden emergence of the company has truly established itself within the industry.

"Give it to Gu Yang." Ling Luo pondered for a moment, "Feng Yuxi's voice is more suited to film and television soundtracks, and there will be more suitable opportunities for him in the future."

"Okay, I'll go and coordinate with them right away." Shao Hui immediately wrote it down in his memo.

After handing over the work, Ling Luo was about to get up.

Shao Hui suddenly called out to him, "Wait, there's something else."

He carefully took out a beautifully bound, gold-embossed invitation from the bottom drawer and solemnly placed it on the coffee table in front of Ling Luo.

"This is..." Ling Luo's gaze fell on the invitation.

On the cover, an antique and elegant seal pattern is imprinted, next to several vigorous and powerful calligraphy characters.

—China Chinese Opera Association

Ling Luo's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

"I just received it this morning." Shao Hui pushed the invitation toward Ling Luo, adjusted his glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses revealed a complex emotion that was hard to describe. "The Chinese Opera Association would like to invite you... also known as 'The Curtain Falls', to compose a theme song for their 'Chinese Opera Alliance Annual Performance' this December."

Ling Luo picked up the invitation and opened it.

The wording inside is very formal and sincere.

The gist is that they have always paid close attention to the works of "The Curtain Falls," believing that "The Curtain Falls" music combines traditional connotations with popular elements, especially in the imagery of the lyrics and the innovation of the arrangement, which provides new ideas for the modernization of traditional culture.

They hope that "Luomu" will be in charge of creating a song that blends traditional opera elements with modern pop music.

The goal is to attract more young people to pay attention to and fall in love with the traditional cultural treasures of their country.

This is no longer a simple business collaboration.

This is recognition from a national-level cultural institution.

"Traditional opera..." Ling Luo's fingers gently stroked the embossed lettering on the invitation.

Countless melodies and images flashed through his mind in an instant.

The singing style of Peking Opera, the melodious tunes of Kunqu Opera, the graceful melodies of Yue Opera, and the refreshing style of Huangmei Opera...

"Do they have any specific requirements?" Ling Luo asked.

"No." Shao Hui shook his head. "They said they have 100% confidence in Teacher Luomu's creative abilities. The style, the subject matter, and which opera elements to incorporate are all up to you."

Shao Hui paused, then, recalling the contents of the phone call, couldn't help but laugh.

"I contacted their person in charge, and the president of the association answered the phone personally. The old gentleman made a request: he hoped that this song would inspire young people today to belt out a few lines in karaoke."

Singing opera-style songs in a karaoke bar?

A faint smile appeared on Ling Luo's lips: "This president is quite interesting."

Shao Hui smiled as well: "Indeed. However, this is also a signal. In recent years, foreign cultures have had a strong impact, and traditional opera has gradually faded from the public eye. Now that they want to reform, they must inject something entirely new."

Ling Luo certainly understood the significance of this.

He didn't care about fame or fortune.

But the matter itself piqued his interest.

To present those ancient and beautiful arts to people of this era in a completely new way.

He wanted to do this.

"I accepted it."

Ling Luo answered without the slightest hesitation.

"Okay! I'll reply to them in a bit!" Shao Hui nodded emphatically, his serious expression instantly vanishing, replaced by a gossipy grin. He winked at Ling Luo, "Hey, seriously, did Gu Yang really use that stuff as face wash?"

Ling Luo had just picked up her water glass when she nearly spat it out: "Can you please not change the subject so abruptly?"

"No. I'm just concerned about the mental and physical well-being of my employees," Shao Hui said matter-of-factly. "I've known you for four years, and judging by your appearance, you've probably never been in a relationship, right? Don't hurt anyone if this is your first time dating."

Ling Luo put down her water glass and gave him a cool glance.

"They're still better than some playboys, who eventually got tamed by Teacher Yu, didn't they?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Shao Hui snapped, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "I was the one who tamed him!"

"Tsk tsk, I wonder who it was that had a fight late at night and went out drinking, only to find they didn't have money to pay the bill, so I had to 'rede' them out of the bar."

Shao Hui's face flushed instantly: "Ling Luo! I'm warning you, if you bring this up again, believe me, I'll really put a sack over your head!"