talent
With the workers' congress approaching, Meng Xiaolan, as a worker representative, is collecting opinions from workers everywhere.
"Shiyi, Vicky, what are your thoughts?"
Zhu Shiyi couldn't recall anything at the moment, but Vicky suggested that the company should increase the penalties for spreading rumors.
This struck a chord with Zhu Shiyi. She glanced at Vicky, who happened to give her a look in return.
Zhu Shiyi sensed a sense of reassurance in Vicky's eyes.
"I support Vicky." Zhu Shiyi winked at Vicky and smiled mischievously.
"Okay." Meng Xiaolan wrote it down.
Zhu Shiyi, trying to be clever, asked, "Sister Xiaolan, can I make another suggestion?"
"certainly."
“I hope,” Zhu Shiyi joked, “that the company starts work at two in the afternoon.”
"Pfft—" People around burst out laughing.
......
During the day, I'm busy with brand-related matters at the company; in my evenings, even while resting, I still read books on brand management.
Zhu Shiyi can no longer escape it; next Monday and Tuesday are the damn final exams.
At this time of year, the advantages of having a peripheral major become apparent: Zhu Shiyi has fewer classes this semester. Her major only needs to take three exams this semester, one of which is open-book. This means she only needs to review two subjects, and the teachers for those two subjects even highlight the key points for her.
Even so, Zhu Shiyi was still distracted while reciting, and his restless hands, which had been touching the book, unconsciously turned to touching his phone.
Scrolling through short video apps, Zhu Shiyi completely gave up.
You've worked all day, what's wrong with taking a break? Besides, the exam isn't until five days later, no rush!
She casually started scrolling through her phone when she suddenly came across a music composition tutorial. Intrigued, Zhu Shiyi turned on her computer and launched the host software.
Yu Fan returned home at 2 a.m.
"I saw your light was on, so I came in to check," Yu Fan said, leaning closer. "What are you doing? Aren't you going to sleep? Aren't you going to work tomorrow?"
"Go for it, didn't you notice the time?" Zhu Shiyi said, wearing headphones and staring intently.
"Studying music arrangement," Yu Fan smiled. "May I listen?"
"Okay, it's almost done." Zhu Shiyi took off her headphones and handed them to Yu Fan.
......
Yu Fan's eyes, like spring flowers, slowly awakened, shining brightly, no longer dull or tired.
Which song did you arrange?
“I hummed it myself,” Zhu Shiyi said proudly. “I hummed a bit of it casually a while ago, and then I found the tune and put it into the computer the other day.”
“Sure,” Yu Fan said, her eyes crinkling with undisguised admiration. “You’ve even learned to compose music.”
Zhu Shiyi was overjoyed, but she humbly said, "It's just this short section."
“You can even do counterpoint,” Yu Fan said, crossing his arms and shaking his head gently. “When I was a child, I was most afraid of practicing Bach; I didn’t escape it when I grew up. In college, I was most afraid of writing counterpoint assignments. It was so painful not being able to do them.”
Zhu Shiyi's eyes were vacant: "What Bach? What counterpoint?"
Yu Fan gasped briefly, sounding a little bewildered: "Don't tell me you don't know."
Zhu Shiyi scratched his head: "I really don't know."
Yu Fan handed her an earphone and pointed to the computer: "Listen to this, you composed it yourself, there are two main melodies, it's very obvious."
“No, I only hummed one main melody,” Zhu Shiyi tapped the screen, indicating the main melody instrument in the tune, “The other one is an accompaniment I composed.”
Yu Fan rubbed his forehead.
Well, she realized that Zhu Shiyi really didn't understand.
“These two melodies of yours are not related to harmony and melody,” Yu Fan pulled over paper and pen from the table and drew two identical curved lines, one above the other, with no intersection. “Harmony and melody are like this. Harmony is a melody written based on the melody. Its existence is to embellish the melody. They have a primary and secondary relationship, one high and one low.”
On the blank space of the paper, Yu Fan put down his pen and drew two intersecting curves.
“Countertones are two completely independent melodies, without primary or secondary elements, intertwined, connected and echoing each other,” Yu Fan said, holding his pen and gently tapping Zhu Shiyi’s head. “Listen to yourself, is yours harmony or countertone?”
Zhu Shiyi became more and more excited as she listened. She covered her face with her hands and squeezed her cheeks together.
I can't believe it.
Is she really a genius?
hey-hey.
"I don't really understand those things either," Zhu Shiyi said, pulling at her cheek muscles to make her smile look less silly. "I just think it sounds pretty good this way."
Yu Fan made a six: "Really, that's talent."
"Nuwa," Yu Fan sighed, looking up, "when you were creating people, could you at least love me too?"
Zhu Shiyi comforted Yu Fan: "You are also very talented, you are beautiful, you sing well, and you know everything. If you ask me, you should debut directly."
“How could that be?” Yu Fan said seriously. “My singing is actually just average. I mainly studied musical instruments. Back then, I had a dream of creating original music. I learned music production in college, but I didn’t achieve much. I can’t make anything particularly good.”
“No way, you’re doing great,” Zhu Shiyi patted Yu Fan on the shoulder. “Then why are you a resident singer? Wouldn’t it be better for you to go to a music company?”
Yu Fan waved his hand: "It's not free at all. I've worked in post-production before, and what you want to write and what others want you to write are two completely different things. It's not as good as being a resident singer, at least there's freedom there."
Yu Fan sighed deeply: "The music industry is really competitive, the job market is terrible, it's all about resources, talent, and ability, it's too difficult for ordinary people to make it."
Zhu Shiyi lowered her eyes and gently stared at Yu Fan.
Yu Fan lowered his head, seemingly sinking into depression and self-pity.
But her crystal eyes were turbulent with hidden emotions, like rolling waves, churning wildly and roaring.
"..." Zhu Shiyi slowly raised her eyes and tilted her head, "If you could choose again, would you still choose to enter this industry?"
Yu Fan was slightly taken aback, and slowly raised his head.
Suddenly, she curled her lips into a smile.
"I don't care. My parents are in good health and their retirement pensions are not low. They can definitely support themselves."
“It’s even enough to support me,” Yu Fan laughed heartily. “My musical instruments were all sponsored by my parents when I was in school. In short, I’m self-sufficient, so I can just indulge in my youthful dreams and pursue my musical aspirations.”
Zhu Shiyi smiled knowingly: "That's great."
Her eyes were filled with comfort and admiration.
Yu Fan secretly observed this.
“Shiyi,” Yu Fan said sincerely, “you like music too, don’t you?”
She certainly loves music.
But just how much do you like it?
Zhu Shiyi didn't say anything, he just nodded.
“In the music industry, talent is not the ticket to entry. It’s not only the great figures in music history who deserve to be called musicians,” Yu Fan said with an increasingly serious expression. “However, at the top of the mountain, Mozart and Beethoven must be sitting.”
“Musical talent can be divided into many types: musical understanding, musical reception, and musical output,” Yu Fan said, pulling Zhu Shiyi along. “The first time I heard you sing, I could tell that you had your own unique understanding; as I spent time with you again and again, watching you receive and output music time and time again, I’m sure you have a lot of talent.”
Zhu Shiyi was taken aback.
“Shi Yi,” Yu Fan said gently, yet with unwavering determination, “if you share the same dream as me, then give it a try.”
......
That night, Zhu Shiyi had a beautiful dream.
In her dream, she lay on a cloud, and in her ears, endless beauty transformed into a soft spring breeze, resounding through the sky.
--
These past few days, Zhu Shiyi hasn't had much time to worry about anything else; she's focused on reviewing her lessons and immersing herself in knowledge.
Over the weekend, without the excuse of writing a daily report, Zhu Shiyi had already forgotten his inner turmoil about sending a message to Pan Yue.
For example, Saturday.
Zhu Shiyi: [The bolder a person is, the later they can delay reviewing. A true student dares to face brand new textbooks.]
Pan Yue: [You need to ask for leave from your exam, right?]
Zhu Shiyi: ?
Zhu Shiyi: [Yeah, what's wrong?]
Pan Yue: [I'll tell HR that Zhu Shiyi won't be granted leave on Monday and Tuesday.]
Zhu Shiyi: [???]
What does he mean?
Pan Yue: [If you want to take the exam without any preparation, I suggest you take a cold shower and get seriously ill.]
Zhu Shiyi: ?
Cursing her, isn't it?
She sent an angry puppy emoji.
Don't you care about her at all?!
Pan Yue: [A deferred exam is better than failing.]
Zhu Shiyi suddenly had a flash of inspiration: [That makes sense! I'll go wash right now.]
Pan Yue: [...]
Pan Yue: [Never mind what I said.]
Sunday.
Zhu Shiyi went downstairs for lunch, and a little snotty-nosed dog followed her. She excitedly took a picture and sent it to Pan Yue: "[Short-legged little chick!]"
Pan Yue seemed to find it hard to understand: [Chicken?]
Pan Yue: [Hmm, a puppy with rooster-feather colors.]
Zhu Shiyi: [It's so cute!]
Pan Yue: [Indeed.]
Just two words?
Zhu Shiyi refused to accept it: 【How adorable!】
If she were Pan Yue, she would reply: Just as cute as you!
......
Pan Yue did not reply in time.
One minute later.
Pan Yue: [Why is it following you?]
Pan Yue: [Did I mark you?]
Zhu Shiyi: ......
Indeed, she shouldn't have had any expectations.
12:31.
Zhu Shiyi replied, sentence by sentence: "How would I know why it's following me?"
She was furious: "Can't you just say something normal?"
......
A few seconds later.
Pan Yue: [I like you.]
A gentle breeze caressed the mountain ridge.
Zhu Shiyi clutched his heart, his breath trembling: [What?]
The confession came too suddenly; she wasn't prepared at all!
Pan Yue: [I said.]
He quoted her first words, which were sent at 12:31.
Pan Yue: [This rooster-colored dog likes you.]
Zhu Shiyi smiled, then looked away.
She replied: "It's a puppy, a golden retriever."
Pan Yue: [Okay.]
Pan Yue: [The puppy likes you.]
......
On Monday and Tuesday, Zhu Shiyi successfully got two days off to go back and take the exam.
With reverence for the exam gods, she diligently crammed at the last minute and answered the questions carefully.
The advantage of the internship was reflected in the exam papers. In the essay questions on material analysis and application in marketing and brand management, Zhu Shiyi did not stick to the theory and answered them with ease.
After the agonizing end of finals, college students officially begin their winter break. While their roommates are busy packing up to go home, only Zhu Shiyi, a city dweller, packs his bag, takes the subway, and wretches as he returns to Jinrong City.
On Wednesday, Zhu Shiyi returned to the workplace and resumed his life as a corporate slave.
Two things happened at the company during the two days she was away.
First, the newly drafted charter of the employee representative assembly has been officially released after the public consultation period. The new regulations have unprecedentedly increased the penalties for defamation and spreading rumors.
Second, the person in charge of the To B project has been finalized. In addition to He Qiong, Qin Yu and Meng Xiaolan were selected from the marketing department. Zhong Qi was busy with other projects and did not compete for this spot.
Neither of these two matters had much to do with Zhu Shiyi; her job was still to do simple chores.
However, Zhu Shiyi finds things to keep herself busy. Since setting herself a goal to work hard, her time spent slacking off has decreased dramatically.
"Sister Li, which of these metrics should I focus on?" Zhu Shiyi asked Vicky, her mentor and colleague who was best at data analysis.
"Depending on your research objectives, these are process-oriented metrics, while the rest are outcome-oriented metrics. In short, you need to find quantifiable data for them all..."
......
After studying for several days in a row, Zhu Shiyi almost fainted.
On Friday, He Qiong called her into the office.
“Shiyi,” He Qiong smiled and politely gestured for her to sit down, “are you free this Sunday?”
"Yes, Sister Qiong."
"There's a field trip project this weekend, why don't you come along?"
Zhu Shiyi gave a dry laugh.
A wonderful weekend is dedicated to those who work overtime.
"Okay," Zhu Shiyi agreed. She thought that it was probably a site visit for a project and they were short of odd jobs. "Would it be convenient to ask who's going?"
He Qiong nodded: "Me."
Zhu Shiyi breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't one of those crazy people spreading rumors in Li Xuan's department, she would rather go with her boss than with those idiots.
"besides."
"Mr. Pan."
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