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Chapter 017 Sending Warmth

Yang Du was not joking; the next morning, he arrived at the headquarters of Jinshi Music.

However, in the past, when he came to Jinshi, he always had a specific destination, either in a particular conference room or going straight to Sister Hong's office.

Today is different; he's here to see Wang Shihui.

It's about reciprocity, after all.

However, Yang Du really didn't know which floor and number his office was on.

Just as he was wondering whether he should ask Sister Hong for help, a voice came from behind him, tinged with a hint of probing and surprise.

"Teacher Yang?"

Well, Yang Du can now be called a teacher too.

Turning around, Yang Du saw a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a floral shirt and jeans, looking very trendy, with a faint smile on his face that seemed to want to get close to him but was afraid of offending him.

Yang Du quickly went through his mind and finally remembered that Sister Hong had introduced him to a newcomer at the internal celebration banquet last night.

"You are..." The name hovered on his lips, but thankfully Yang Du remembered, "Lin Xu, right?"

The boy's eyes lit up; he was a little flattered, and his smile grew even brighter.

"Yes, yes, Ms. Yang, you have a good memory. It's me, Lin Xu. Ms. Yang, what brings you here today? Are you here to see Sister Hong?"

"No, I'm here to see Professor Wang Shihui," Yang Du said with a smile. "But this is my first time going to his office, and I'm wondering where to go."

"I'm going that way anyway, let me take you there. Teacher Wang's office is quite hard to find," Lin Xu volunteered.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all."

The two walked side by side toward the elevator.

Along the way, Lin Xu naturally chatted with Yang Du about the little anecdotes from yesterday's celebration banquet, and casually praised the arrangement of "Flammable and Explosive". The conversation was kept at a comfortable level, neither making the atmosphere awkward nor being too talkative.

At the same time, Chao Jue inadvertently let Yang Du know that he could sing slow, affectionate songs in a low voice, and also hit clear, bright high notes.

After exiting the elevator and walking through the corridor, Lin Xu stopped.

"Teacher Yang, that's Teacher Wang's office."

"Okay, thanks. I'll treat you to tea another day."

Lin Xu smiled and nodded, then tactfully turned and left.

Knock on the door.

"The door isn't locked, come in."

Wang Shihui's voice came from inside, tinged with irritation.

Yang Du pushed open the door and entered.

The office was much more chaotic than he had imagined.

Against the wall was a row of shelves crammed with all kinds of vinyl records and professional books, sheet music was scattered haphazardly on the worktable, and several monitors were lit up, displaying dense audio tracks.

Wang Shihui sat in a chair, a cigarette dangling from his fingers.

Upon seeing who it was, Wang Shihui was visibly taken aback.

"Why is it you?" He threw his cigarette on the table.

"hey-hey."

Yang Du slammed the door shut behind him without any hesitation.

"I heard that Teacher Wang has been having some minor difficulties lately. So, I happened to be passing by and decided to come and see you, my dear brother."

"Old brother," three words, emphasized.

As he spoke, he lifted the milk tea in his hand and walked to the sofa where guests were seated.

"Give me a break." Wang Shihui was taken aback. He stood up from his office chair, walked to the other side of the sofa, and sat down. He said irritably, "I've figured it out. You're not here to see me, you're here to laugh at me."

"What's wrong? Do you still remember that time I showed up uninvited at the recording studio to watch you record?"

Yang Du waved his hands repeatedly, looking completely innocent: "Teacher Wang, you're wronging me. I came today purely to offer some help. Here, it's a milk tea for 28 yuan a cup, specially marked as room temperature and 70% sweet."

As he spoke, Yang Du took out milk tea from the paper bag and pushed one of the cups in front of Wang Shihui.

"Sending warmth?" Wang Shihui pointed to the milk tea on the table. "What kind of junior visits a senior in the industry by bringing milk tea? You should at least bring a box of Longjing or Da Hong Pao tea, or even just ordinary tea."

"I'm already this old, I keep goji berries in my thermos every day, how could I drink milk tea like you young people?"

……

"Slurp—"

In the quiet office, the sound of sucking through a straw could be heard.

Wang Shihui held a milk tea in his hands, his cheeks puffing out, and his previously furrowed brows had long since relaxed.

"The milk tea is so delicious!" Wang Shihui exclaimed, looking at the milk tea in his hand. "It's a bit sweet, but the taste is really good."

Yang Du suppressed a laugh: "Right? I told you this place has good milk tea, especially the pearls, they're cooked just right and have a really chewy texture."

"Indeed." Wang Shihui took another big sip, chewing on the pearls as he mumbled, "It's very stress-relieving."

After finishing two cups of milk tea, the atmosphere in the office eased considerably, and Yang Du took the opportunity to get down to business.

"Seriously, Mr. Wang, how's that order coming along? What movie could be making you so worried?"

"A fantasy-themed theatrical film." Wang Shihui curled his lip. "It's the same old formula, just a repackaged version: a sword immortal from a prestigious sect and a fox princess, a love story that transcends race, involves separation and death, and lasts through countless lifetimes."

"This kind of background music shouldn't be too difficult to produce," Yang Du analyzed from a producer's perspective. "Since it's a fantasy film, the tone should be set in ancient Chinese style. Add some folk music to the arrangement, and make the melody a bit melancholic and emotional. With your skills, Mr. Wang, isn't this a piece of cake?"

"Who says otherwise?" Wang Shihui said, slapping his thigh. "That's what I thought too. The arrangement was grand yet melancholic, but guess what the client said?"

"How so?"

"That's exactly what the producer, who was on the client's side, said—"

Wang Shihui cleared his throat: "Teacher Wang, what we need is a poignant Chinese style. However, the protagonist of this song is a fox spirit. Therefore, the song not only needs to be poignant, but also has a bewitching quality. At the same time, she is a fox spirit who recklessly pursues true love, so she also needs to have a spiritual quality."

"Listen to this, is that human language? If the director weren't my old classmate's son, calling me 'Uncle Wang' all the time, I would have quit long ago."

Originally, Yang Du had only come with the intention of watching the excitement, listening to gossip, and offering help, but he was suddenly stunned after hearing about demonic energy and spiritual energy.

Demonic and spiritual energy—isn't this Xiao Wei?

Isn't this "Painting Heart"?

The only slight discrepancy is probably the requirement for a melancholic Chinese style.

Wang Shihui had just finished complaining about the client and was about to take a sip of tea to soothe his throat when he looked up and saw Yang Du staring blankly at the coffee table, seemingly lost in thought.

"Hey, hey, what are you thinking about?" Wang Shihui teased. "Don't tell me you have an idea in your head, kid. This isn't a simple essay assignment."

"To be honest, regarding this kind of music that combines demonic and spiritual energy..." Yang Du paused, "I actually do have one, one song."

The office was silent for two seconds.

Wang Shihui stared wide-eyed at Yang Du, then burst out laughing as if he had heard the funniest joke, pointing at Yang Du and shaking his head repeatedly.

"You little brat, you're just bragging. How old are you? Do you even know what a tragic love story spanning lifetimes is? Do you even understand?"

At this point, Wang Shihui suddenly remembered the article "I am for love..." that he had seen that day in the recording studio.

What a disaster! He seems to really understand!

Wang Shihui's face contorted slightly as he confirmed, "You're not joking?"

"Of course." Yang Du took out his phone. "Teacher Wang, if you don't mind, could I borrow your speaker for a moment? I'd like to connect it via Bluetooth."

"Alright, connect. You'd better conjure up a vixen for me, kid."

"Bluetooth connection successful!"

Yang Du found the sample file provided by the system in the encrypted file library on his phone, an AI-generated version.

play.

"La la la... la la la... la la la..."