Tao Jin has just finished designing the dance moves for every song on his album. There are more than ten songs, and the dance moves for each song are different. This is not an easy task.

Fortunately, after the couple worked day and night to choreograph the dance, all the dance moves were designed. The next step was to practice with the backup dancers until they reached a certain level of chemistry before filming.

After the dance video was filmed, the next step was to record the audio and then edit and combine it with the video to create the master disc.

The cassette version is much simpler; once you've finished recording, you can just transfer the audio to the cassette.

Liang Liang finished writing a song in his dormitory.

The song is called "Good People, Good Dreams". It was the first song in mainland China to be a collaboration with Green Island singers. The performers were Sun Yue and a Taiwanese singer from Green Island.

He gave all the songs that the Green Island singer relied on to become famous in his previous life to Su Ennan.

If this song is dissected again, Liang Liang will have stripped him of all his decent songs, leaving only some tattered and worn-out ones.

In his previous life, he was a top-tier singer, but in this life, he has quietly and diligently established himself as a behind-the-scenes worker.

Liang Liang did not send the gold-digging couple the letter immediately after writing it. Instead, he kept it in his hands for a day before sending it to them the next day.

This shows sincerity, and the fact that he delivered it personally makes it even more sincere.

"I've finished writing the song for your Spring Festival Gala performance. Are you satisfied with it?"

Tao Jin took the tune, hummed a couple of notes, and then his expression turned serious.

A few minutes later, he hummed the song once.

"How about it?"

"That's great! Mr. Liang! You're a genius. You've written such a great song in such a short time. You're amazing! With this song, we should be guaranteed a spot on the Spring Festival Gala."

Having a good performance isn't enough to get on the Spring Festival Gala; you also need connections! Yes, connections.

It's really just about relationships.

These two words together are actually a double standard; when used in a derogatory sense, they imply using connections or back channels.

In a positive sense, it means having good interpersonal relationships and a wide network of connections.

People from Northeast China have been subjected to this kind of insult for the past twenty years.

In order to get on the Spring Festival Gala, besides having good works, you also need to have the opportunity to showcase them.

Even if you have a great program, it's useless if no one recommends it to the production team for review.

Tao Jin has been on the Spring Festival Gala a few times, so connections aren't an issue. As long as he has a good program to participate in rehearsals, there shouldn't be any problems. As for whether he can actually get on the show, that depends on the program itself.

Although it's only August, the general election for the Spring Festival Gala is about to begin.

"Xiao Liang! Should we include this song in the album?"

Liang Liang thought for a moment: "That's not a good idea! Your album is full of singing, dancing, talking, and laughing. Putting a love duet in there would be ridiculous!"

The same logic seems to apply to gold panning.

The entire album is filled with songs that are both sung and danceable, so it's quite a surprise to suddenly have a heartfelt duet between a man and a woman.

"How are the little girls I sent doing with their training?"

“My wife said they are in very good physical condition and have improved very quickly in the past. Why don’t you just go and take a look next door?”

He didn't have time to watch them dance; he'd rather go back and take a nap.

Liang Liang came out of the gold-digging classroom and was heading back to his office when he happened to pass by Zhao Ping's classroom.

A group of girls were wearing high-slit practice clothes, a dazzling expanse of white.

Xiaoqian, Xiaoyao, and Xumei were also dressed like this, their waists were exceptionally flexible, and they could dance in all sorts of arcs, making someone's heart pound.

Liang Liang hurried past like a startled thief.

I'm not here to look at thighs; I'm a gentleman, the most upright gentleman imaginable.

The upright gentleman ran back to his office, took out a stack of manuscript paper, and began to write.

He is preparing to write a movie script.

Writing a movie script is not as simple as writing a song; Liang Liang can write a song in ten minutes.

But even ten minutes isn't enough to write a single shot in a script.

Liang Liang thought for a moment and asked Han Chui to hire a screenwriter for him. If he couldn't find one, he could hire a literature enthusiast who could write scripts.

He's only good at dictating; let someone else write it down for him. Writing a script himself would take a lot of time.

Xie Jin's movie has been filming at Pingshan Film and Television City for more than half a month. Once the script is written, we'll find a local director to film it in a month and try to release it around the Chinese New Year.

The movie "The Dream Factory" grossed 36 million in its previous life, and it shouldn't be less than that in this life either.

We can split the profits in half, and after deducting costs, we'll have around 15 million left.

In fact, the distribution of box office revenue for movies is somewhat unfair. In twenty years, theaters will take nearly 60% to 57% of a movie's box office revenue.

Isn't this just like raising someone else's child?

Should we take advantage of the fact that nobody understands what's going on and set up our own cinema chain in advance?

Even if we start by establishing a line in the three northeastern provinces and then expand nationwide?

The thought sent a chill down Liang Liang's spine. He was already having a headache dealing with the film studio, and now he was going to get involved in theatrical releases?

Don't bite off more than you can chew; let's talk about the theaters in a couple of years!

He doesn't have the energy or the resources to tinker with that thing right now.

…

"Damn it! Try to help your brother. All he does all day is read books and write useless things. You're doing well now, with plenty of people under you who have no worries about food and clothing, but if your brother continues like this, I doubt he'll ever be able to find a wife in his entire life."

Today is Han Chui's father's birthday, and his uncle and third uncle have both come.

The three brothers from the Han family have always been close since childhood, and they've never separated as they grew up. If there's anything they need, they just need to ask, and they'll contribute money or effort without hesitation.

However, by their generation, the relationship had become somewhat less smooth.

The old man has two children, a boy and a girl, who are both married, but they don't see each other very often.

My third uncle's family also has two children. The eldest daughter is already married, and the only one left at home is my cousin who never says a word.

My cousin aspires to be a writer, but he spends all his time hiding at home, writing things that make people's stomachs ache.

Han Chui scratched his head at his third uncle's words: "Third Uncle! It's not that I don't want to help, but I asked him to work at my firm in the spring, but he wouldn't go! I can't help him become a writer."

Sigh! This is really a worrying matter.

"Qiangzi! You haven't made a name for yourself writing novels, so how about writing screenplays?"

My third uncle's child is named Han Qiang.

Han Qiang pushed up his glasses: "Never been in contact with them before!"

"I don't care if you've had any experience with this before. I'll take you to meet someone later, and he'll dictate to you while you write it down."

"No way! It's no fun just taking notes of what others are saying."

Han Chui really wanted to slap his cousin in the face with a smelly shoe.

A scholar is utterly useless.