Next up are the standard film and television theme songs, which Chen Feng directly instructed the official website to highlight, in order to tell all film and television production teams to hurry up and hand over their money.

"Huayu is such a load of bull. I asked him to write a song about a girl who controls the growth of autumn water peanuts, who tries to revive the soul of a human boy to repay a debt of gratitude, and who eventually becomes a fish and returns to the sea, experiencing love, hate, pain, and entanglement of fate in the process. Instead, he gave me a rap song, and it's about stones."

"The first song is even more outrageous. It's like a 'Journey to the West' scenario, or a turtle falling in love with scriptures. What does that have to do with my big fish?"

"What's most infuriating is that the other party actually replied that they all had something in common: they liked water. I'll fucking spit on that."

Mu Chun, the producer and director of the animation "Autumn Fish", was very angry, feeling that the current music industry leader was too lame.

"Director, calm down. They've already produced three songs, and this is only the second one. Maybe there will be more that meet the requirements later."

Assistant director and animation producer Chang Yang offered advice.

"I hope so!"

"The director and Huayu Entertainment have sent over the last song."

The staff member outside opened the door to report, looking as if he were constipated.

"So fast? It seems Huayu is quite efficient. But what's wrong with your expression? Can't you poop?"

"No, it's that song...that song..."

"What's wrong with that song?"

"Director, assistant director, you two should go and listen to it yourselves. It's a long story for me."

As they were saying this, the staff member ran away.

Mu Chun and Chang Yang glanced at each other and rushed out of the room. Before they even reached the playback room, they saw two employees retching violently next to the trash can.

"vomit"

"Ugh... I feel nauseous."

"Holy crap, what are you two doing?"

Upon seeing this, the employees quickly waved their hands, "Director, assistant director, you...you're here to listen to songs too?"

"yes."

"I advise you not to listen to them. They're really going to fall for it. This entertainment company is hopeless."

"What is it that makes you guys vomit like this? It's just a song." The assistant director rushed in.

Mu Chun saw this and followed him inside. Outside, the employees continued to vomit and made bets on when the two directors would come out to vomit.

As soon as the two entered the room, that bewitching voice reached their ears.

Let's learn how fish swim together.

"Let's travel together!"

"Be a little coquettish in front of the water"

"Aiyo gugu gugu gugu"

"The heart of the water is pounding."

I'm obsessed with your mischievous smile.

"If you don't say you love me, I'll just wander and wander and wander."

The two men were stunned and stared in disbelief at the employee who was foaming at the mouth.

"This...this is a song sent by Huayu?"

The assistant director's throat tightened; he couldn't hold back any longer. This was unbearable.

Mu Chun's veins bulged, his face turned ashen, then snow-white. This damn Huayu was rubbing their intelligence into the ground.

Is this even a song a human could listen to?

This time it really was about fish, but damn, this fish is even worse than a turtle or a rock.

"vomit...."

The assistant director finally couldn't hold it in any longer and ran out.

Mu Chun was so captivated by the song "Youyouyouyouyouyouyou" that he lost his soul. He numbly turned off the music and walked out of the room.

"Ding-dong"

The phone rang.

"Hello!"

"Hey, Director Mu, this is Yang Zhi. How's the theme song our company produced for your animation? This time it's strictly according to your requirements."

"I listened to it, and that song is really... ugh... good, and it's perfect for your cartoon."

"Please transfer the remaining five million as soon as possible. I look forward to our next cooperation."

"Wooden guide?"

Mu Chun's chest heaved, on the verge of exploding.

"Fuck your mother Yang Zhi, fuck your mother Huayu, I, Mu Chun, will find Huayu to write a song for me in my lifetime, I'll eat shit."

"You still want money? Go to hell! Go home and ask your mother for it, you bastard, you son of a bitch..."

Beep beep beep beep.

After Mu Chun finished cursing, he felt a little bit better.

On the other side, Yang Zhi was completely bewildered by the scolding, and then flew into a rage.

Damn it, this is outrageous! How dare a lousy animation director insult me? When he called back, the other party's phone was immediately switched off, leaving him with nowhere to vent his anger.

"Someone, remember this company from now on, and make sure that no entertainment or music company works with them."

"Director, will Fengyu listen to this?"

Yang Zhi's eyes were bloodshot with rage. "Can't you even speak properly? Did I tell you to ask for Feng Yu? Get lost!"

"Director Mu Chun, are you really going to offend Huayu like this? What about our theme song?"

Assistant director Chang Yang was somewhat worried. Although he was also indignant about Huayu, he couldn't openly offend them. After all, their company had a lot of influence, and a single word from them, a small production company, could put them under pressure in every aspect.

"What should we do? The sky won't fall down. I don't believe it. Huayu Entertainment really can control everything."

Mu Chun lit a cigarette and puffed away in the production shed. His eyes were glazed over, but you could see the endless worries and anxieties on his face.

This animation, which hasn't even started airing yet, has already received a very positive response in the market. Many animation viewers call it a masterpiece of Chinese-language animation and a beacon of hope for the rise of the Chinese animation industry.

They poured countless hours of blood, sweat, and effort into this project, investing 100 million yuan. To put it in perspective, a live-action film costing over 100 million yuan is considered a large-scale production, and for an animated film, especially one in the style of ink wash painting, to spend so much is unprecedented in the history of animation.

Everything is in place now, except for the final push.

Director Mu Chun is a very demanding person. He would rather not release an animation than not find a theme song that satisfies him.

He could only think that way, but whether he could find a satisfactory song was anyone's guess. The animation company was about to run out of funds, and the only five million in funding had been swindled away by Huayu. Now he was penniless, and who would be willing to write a song for him?

"Director, here you go!"

Just as Mu Chun was lost in thought and a puff of smoke drifted into the sky, assistant director Chang Yang took out a bank card and handed it to him.

"There's two million here. I was originally planning to sell my son's house, but now it's a lifesaver."

"This won't do. Besides, the company isn't short of money. What do you mean by giving this?"

Mu Chun suppressed his anxiety, made himself appear calm and carefree, and pretended to smile.

"Director, stop pretending. Everyone in the company knows you've practically buried your life in your grave for this animation. I asked my colleagues in finance, and we haven't had any funding for half a month."

"This animation doesn't just belong to you, it belongs to all of us. We've all poured our hearts and souls into it. It's like one of our children, and we can't let you carry it all by yourself."

Chang Yang said excitedly.