At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

"I think Che actually has a vague idea of ​​the truth in his heart, but he just doesn't want to admit it easily. He wants to hear what he wants to hear, rather than rational and objective words. So now, whoever can boost his morale will reap the benefits."

"I see, I see... I understand!"

Yuan Xiao seemed to have grasped the essence of the matter; her little face hardened, and she eagerly began editing encouraging words.

After everyone had spoken, when it was her turn,

She immediately puffed out her chest, her face flushed, and without thinking, shouted loudly at Su Che:

"Ache! You look a little deflated! But it's okay! Leave it to me! I'll blow you up tonight!"

……

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Chapter 305 Playing with Son

Su Che's preparations were not smooth.

Encouraged by Xiao Yuanxiao's blowing, the inspiration he gained, apart from being related to cats, didn't offer much help.

Three days later, time flew by.

Today is the day I'm going to 61 Studio to meet with my dad and "discuss serious business."

Su Che traveled light, bringing only members from "Seven Colors" with him, while Miya and Ling Yao were already waiting there.

With the inside man ready and the spy planted, this raid should rightfully yield profits.

But he soon realized that he had oversimplified things.

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……

Inside the studio.

Professor Lu sat in the boss's chair in front of the recording console for a long time, waiting.

Seeing Su Che and his group downstairs on the surveillance camera, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Behind him, Ling Yao probed indirectly, "Master, what are the plans for today... later?"

"Yes, the head of Mosse's PR department will come over later to check on them and confirm their willingness to cooperate before having them sign a contract."

"Now that the contract is signed, I can officially become 'Seven Colors' producer mentor and guide him on his new projects. I'm very interested in his creative ideas. Furthermore, I'm eager to see what new potential he can unleash in this environment."

"Potential".

It seems to be something that Lu Shi would like to see.

In his view, whether it is his disciples, students, or descendants, no one can unleash their true potential without being pushed.

In other words, talent is often buried and one becomes just another ordinary person.

Now, Su Che seems to have reached a dead end and is on a dangerous border.

He really liked Su Che like this.

It looks like it's about to undergo a transformation, about to sprout new branches and grow into a completely new form.

As the old man said, "This is extremely interesting."

...

...

The smart doorbell rang, and Miya got up to open the door and welcome everyone inside.

The spacious studio is equipped with luxurious and comprehensive facilities, and the acoustic design is flawless, making it a paradise for music lovers and artists.

This was Su Che's first time in such an environment, and it was at least ten thousand times better than the dilapidated recording studio run by Asai Suzune's relative.

By the way.

[Speaking of which, if I find out my dad tricked me, then going to record songs in that small town near Lingyin isn't out of the question. It could be my last resort.]

Su Che was certain that Lingyin's uncle could not possibly have any connection with his father.

The father was a renowned music master in Tianhai, while Lingyin's uncle was just an unknown karaomi recording engineer; the two were not even in the same league.

With this mindset, Su Che felt a little more confident and followed the kitten into the studio.

"This is the lobby. To the right is the band rehearsal room, and to the left is the recording studio and the recording engineer's workstation."

To the left rear are the reception room, a private room, and a data room; to the right front is the equipment storage warehouse, which houses hundreds of fine instruments.

Miya dared not act rashly under her master's aura, and quietly introduced the local ecological environment to Su Che.

Su Che nodded to himself, gaining a new understanding of his father's wealth.

[That old geezer is so fat, no wonder he sent me equipment every year when I was a kid. Even if Miya and Lingyao stole another 20 of his expensive guitars, it wouldn't shake his foundation.]

Just glancing sideways into the "warehouse," Su Che was stunned by the rows and rows of humidity-controlled cabinets that resembled clothes racks.

The cabinets are divided into those for a single violin, those for three violins, and even those for five violins inserted sideways. There are also cabinets that are embedded in the wall and illuminated from top to bottom by spotlights.

The indoor humidity is controlled at around 50%, and the temperature is between 25 and 27 degrees Celsius. At first glance, all the guitars are limited editions and rare models. And this is only the "guitar" section, or even just the "electric guitar" section.

The xylophone has its own room, the piano has its own room, the drums have their own room, and there is a room with 24 microphones for separate track recording.

The rehearsal room is fully equipped, so even if all the band members are feeling down and have nothing to do, they can come here and borrow a 3 yuan instrument to start practicing right away.

Of course, it costs more than a "small garden".

The child was so frightened that he cried.

As I turned my gaze away from my father's "treasure trove," I was momentarily stunned by the sight of a wall of boxes and trunks on the living room display shelf.

[Indeed, not confronting him head-on was the right decision.]

Su Che secretly rejoiced. If it really came down to comparing music with his father, he would be completely outmatched by his father, especially in terms of equipment.

When I was a child, all those gifts and gadgets were just small favors given to me, and I didn't feel any pain at all.

"Ugh."

Su Che sighed softly.

An Qing secretly tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "..."

"Cheche, what's wrong? Didn't we agree that we'd just go through the motions? We've already changed tracks, so let's not worry too much about other things."

The house cat's comforting words made sense, Su Che hummed in agreement and nodded.

"Watch my signals later," he said.

-

Turning the corner of the corridor and arriving at the recording studio, Su Che composed himself and took a deep breath.

Then I pushed open the door and stepped into an unknown space that felt slightly suffocating.

When he saw his father again, his emotions were in turmoil.

Master Lu looked at his descendants with the sidelong glance of a stranger, seemingly without any fatherly affection for his son.

The reason for this, Su Che was actually quite clear-headed—

My father was quite the charmer in his youth, no less so than I am. So it's not impossible that he might have five, seven, or eight children outside.

Since he is not the only one, he can certainly selectively distribute his love to his other children.

Su Che was unaware that he was the only son.

But he was 100% certain that his father was an ultimate trendsetter. Even though he was reluctant to admit it, Su Che objectively believed that when he reached his father's age, he would definitely not have the same amazing charm as his father.

This charm is something that comes from long-term immersion in "real music," something that ordinary people cannot possess and cannot fake or replicate.

Perhaps in the eyes of other women, her father was also a perfect master who was high above and unapproachable, someone who could not be reached even by standing on tiptoe and looking up. This fact made Su Che feel a sense of displeasure again.

"Hey, long time no see."

Knowing that his son was unlikely to speak first, Master Lu greeted him first by waving his hand.

"Ah."

On the surface, Su Che tried his best to make it look acceptable to outsiders.

"Is there anything I absolutely have to do today? I have limited time and can't afford to waste it all here."

—"Skill One: Complete Loss of Etiquette"

The result is that when facing my father, I treat him like trash.

This way, he could fully express his rebellious and disdainful attitude, making sure his father understood and wouldn't nag him too much.

As expected, when Master Lu saw his son make the first move, he almost burst out laughing. However, he was exceptionally professional and his ability to manage his expressions was beyond what ordinary people could imagine. So, he decided to demonstrate to his son on the spot, "What is the ancestor of the Tianhai Young Man's Top Strategy - 'Bad Water Technique'?"

"Yes. Su Che, I've always felt that you're a person of your word. After all, you have so many teammates who trust you, and they should also recognize your ability to keep your promises."

—"Special Skill: Fake Praise, Real Coercion: Pressure on Women"

The effect is to create a triple Rashomon effect through a special environment, pressing down on the opponent's location from the front, left, and right, forcing the opponent to retreat along the predetermined path, or else they will be crushed to pieces and lose all face!

As expected, Su Che immediately fell for it, frowning as he said, "Of course, I have never broken my promise in front of them!"

"Very well, then I suppose you won't break the promise you made to me."

Master Lu smiled and then changed the subject.

It was reminded that:

"Shouldn't you formally apologize to me for your performance last time?"

"?"

Su Che's pupils contracted.

An ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

"Hana-Hyou achieved a perfect score of 100 under everyone's watchful eyes; that's an objective fact. I can understand why you abandoned your teammates and chose to run away after the performance, but I think you should come here sooner or later to face me and say what needs to be said. Otherwise, wouldn't this bet simply be considered a breach of contract by you? What do you think?"

Three moves in a row, pressing forward relentlessly.

In an instant, Master Lu unleashed a series of techniques on his son, including "justice," "delayed punishment," and "responsibility shackles." His words were reasonable and well-founded, and he even stated that he had given his son enough time to adjust, revealing his magnanimity.