After showering and changing, Zhao Qing returned to her office. Her assistant stood up and followed her into the office, swapped the SIM card with hers, and handed it to Zhao Qing. Then, she brought out a bag of ice packs: "Manager, these are ice packs I bought downstairs. I think you should apply some cold compresses; it'll help you recover faster."
Zhao Qing sat down in the chair. The chaotic scene had been cleaned up. The table had been wiped clean, the keyboard and mouse had been replaced, and a new cup had been taken. She took the ice pack handed to her by her assistant, nodded, and the assistant left, closing the door behind her.
Zhao Qing wiped her water-damaged phone and put it in the sun to dry. She planned to get it repaired after get off work; it contained many files. She logged into WeChat on her new phone and sent Jiang Yue a message: "Did you write this?" After sending it, she leaned back in her chair, looking at the message on her phone. After a while, the message box displayed "typing..." Jiang Yue didn't reply with a yes or no, but instead sent a picture. Zhao Qing opened it and looked at it:
Lyricist of "As You Wish": Jiang Yue.
Copyright registration successful.
Zhao Qing breathed a sigh of relief and sent Jiang Yue a message: "OK, leave the rest to me."
Zhao Qing leaned back in his chair, turned around, and looked at the tall buildings outside. He had been in the manager's position for seven or eight years. Because there were only so many people at the top, and the pie was only so big, if no one came down or the pie didn't get bigger, he would be stuck in this position forever. Now that Jiang Yue had the talent, as long as she could write songs of this quality again, her promotion would be a sure thing.
Guagua Entertainment isn't a big company; it's just barely surviving in this industry. Many talented people don't even consider writing songs for them, so they're stuck in the middle. Many of the company's top-tier artists are stuck in the second tier because they don't have a hit album. Thinking of this, Zhao Qing picked up his phone: "Can you write songs for others? Do you know Qian Ya from our company? She's missing a single. If you can write it, we can get a favor from her, and it'll make your future in this industry smoother."
Jiang Yue was also worried about money. In this industry, having money and not having money make a world of difference. Not to mention anything else, if you want to wear custom-made clothes, if you don't have money, you can only wait for people to give them to you. If you have money, you can just buy it yourself. Jiang Yue was even thinking about selling a jade pendant. When she saw the message Zhao Qing sent her, her first reaction was: "Do you have money?"
She sent the message without thinking, then quickly deleted it and sent another one: "Let me listen to her old songs first, and then see if I can write one." She deleted it pretty quickly, but Zhao Qing was watching her closely: "Money is not a problem, but you'd better hurry up. If you don't find a suitable song in the next few days, you'll have to make do."
After chatting with Jiang Yue, Zhao Qing found the person with the contact name "Composition Department - General Manager Sun" on WeChat and sent him Jiang Yue's song. At this moment, General Manager Sun was in the conference room, raging: "Qian Ya is just missing a title track. Does our entire company not have a single person who can do it?"
“Look at this, what kind of garbage did you submit? The newcomers didn’t even want to listen to it. When I showed it to them, their faces froze and they said: ‘Mr. Sun, are you kidding me?’ You know what? My face was slapped so hard it was swollen.”
After saying that, he forcefully threw the document onto the table, startling everyone in the meeting who collectively leaned back. Seeing this, President Sun laughed in anger: "You still have the nerve to hide!" At this moment, the person sitting below President Sun brought him a bottle of water, opened it, and handed it to him: "Please calm down. It's not that we're not capable. Qian Ya wants a song that can be promoted to a higher level. Who can write it in a short time? Even if Father Qu takes action, it will take some time."
At this point, the vice president also spoke up: "I think the song from Beihai is alright. If it's not good enough, we can use that as a substitute for now."
"No, that song is just so-so. In the end, it's not as good as the other songs on the album. It's not good enough to be the title track."
"As for the song 'Climbing' about the mountain peak, I think although the lyrics and music are a bit lacking, the meaning is good."
"This one won't do either. This song, 'Climbing,' is not as good as the one in Beihai."
After discussing for a while, they still couldn't choose a suitable song. President Sun rubbed his temples, looking a bit worried: "How about this, Qian Ya's deadline is still half a month away. Let's all work hard these next few days... Hmm, you can also ask your friends for help. If the quality is good enough, we won't be stingy with money."
After the meeting, Mr. Sun returned to his office. The first thing he did was check his phone for messages. He looked at the group messages, but they weren't related to him. Then he saw a message from Zhao Qing. Was she asking him for a song again? Ugh, he was so worried. But he had to check anyway. He opened the message box. Oh, it wasn't about the song. Mr. Sun relaxed when he saw that it wasn't about the song. As long as the song wasn't mentioned, they were good friends.
After opening the message and looking at the voice message, I immediately called: "Manager Zhao, where did you get this song from? The quality is amazing!"
"Could you introduce me to this composer? Also, you're submitting this song for a movie theme song, right? I can assure you it'll be absolutely no problem... And have you found someone to sing it yet? Would you like me to recommend someone?"
Before Zhao Qing could speak, a bunch of people on the other end started chattering. Zhao Qing waited until they finished speaking before saying, "You've said everything I wanted to say. If it works, then it's fine. I'll record a short demo when I have some time, and you can send it over there."
"Mr. Zhao, don't worry, wait a moment and I'll come find you!" After saying that, he hung up the phone. A moment later, Zhao Qing heard hurried footsteps, followed by a knock on the door: "Come in."
Upon hearing Zhao Qing's words, General Manager Sun entered with a fawning smile. He ordered a plate of fruit in one hand and a can of coffee in the other. He walked to the opposite side of the desk without saying anything serious: "General Manager Zhao, have some fruit." Then he took out the coffee: "General Manager Zhao, I know you like coffee. Here, this is something the boss brought back from abroad. He said it's very rare and tastes great. I couldn't bear to drink it myself, so I brought it all for you."
"Oh, since Mr. Sun is so sincere in giving this as a gift, I'll accept it." Zhao Qing snatched the coffee from Mr. Sun's hand and put it in the cabinet, pretending not to see the distressed look in Mr. Sun's eyes. It was always others who gave Mr. Sun things, but today it was the other way around. The two chatted for a while, and then Zhao Qing asked Mr. Sun, "Mr. Sun, although I think this song is very good, please give me your professional opinion."
"The lyrics and music are both top-notch, and the meaning is even better."
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