Seeing Liu Daqiang's anxious look, Liu Zi stopped joking with him.
"I happen to have a good song on hand that should be quite suitable for this event," Liu Ziyu said with reservation.
"But don't show off yet, just keep it to yourself, so that if you don't get selected, you won't be ridiculed by them again."
"Alright, alright, just do your best," Liu Daqiang said with a beaming smile.
Thinking that he shouldn't disturb his daughter's meal, Liu Daqiang was about to stand up, but then sat back down.
"Can Dad listen first?" Liu Daqiang's eyes gleamed, like a woman eavesdropping on gossip.
Liu Zi looked at her greasy hands and said, "Could you wait until I finish eating?"
"Alright, alright, Dad won't disturb you any longer. Take your time eating."
Liu Daqiang rubbed the back of his head and stood up. He then walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, taking a sip of water here and there, touching the newspaper on the coffee table, and glancing at her all the time.
Liu Zi sighed, finished the fried dough stick in her hand, gulped down her soy milk, and stood up.
After washing her hands in the bathroom, she went back to her bedroom.
In Liu Zi's room is a second-hand piano that her parents bought for a huge sum of money years ago, just so that Liu Zi could practice properly.
Since Liu Zi got married, the piano has been left unused, and no one has been able to play it anymore.
Liu Zi removed the piano cloth from the piano, lifted the lid, and sat down.
Liu Daqiang had rushed over as soon as he heard the commotion.
He stood behind his daughter, waiting to hear her new work.
Liu Zi skipped the intro and started directly from the beginning. The "March of the Torrent" was very captivating from the start, with its stirring melody, strong rhythm, and majestic momentum, which was very powerful and infectious.
To show that this was her previous idea, Liu Zi didn't play much, only a short section.
But Liu Daqiang really liked it: "What's the name of this song? It's so good! Listening to it makes me feel full of power. Dad thinks you'll definitely be selected."
Liu Daqiang felt that if his daughter hadn't been there, he would have fought to the death with his bayonet; it was so inspiring.
"I'm fine with whatever you like, but this piece isn't finished yet. I think it would be even more impressive if we added military drums and bugles."
"I named it 'Torrent,' symbolizing relentless progress and unwavering advance," Liu Zi added at the end.
"Good, good, good!" Liu Daqiang said "good" three times in a row, very excited.
At this moment, Liu's mother, Xu Mei, poked her head in from outside: "What are you two doing? I could hear you shouting from outside."
Xu Mei glanced at her husband with disdain.
"My daughter just played me her new composition, and it was wonderful." Liu Daqiang didn't know how to describe it, but he felt that if this piece were played for soldiers going to the battlefield, there would be no need for pre-battle pep talks; they would just charge straight in.
"Really?" Xu Mei hadn't heard her daughter play the piano in a long time.
Seeing her mother's interest, Liu Zi had no choice but to play it again.
“I also think it’s great, very inspiring,” Xu Mei said, praising it highly.
"I'm even more confident now that you all like it, but don't tell anyone before the piece is finished!" Liu Zi reminded him.
Mr. and Mrs. Liu nodded together.
Liu Zi told her parents what happened, and then drove away.
She first went to Wang Jianwen to inquire about the situation and asked him to keep an eye out for her.
She then returned to her home near the overpass. Keeping her erhu and guitar in her car wasn't a good idea; she had to put them at home.
Liu Zi took the musical instrument upstairs and locked it in the cabinet.
Although the house was ventilated by opening the windows every day after the renovation, the smell of paint was still very strong. It would definitely not be harmful to my health if I moved in now.
Liu Zi has given up on this idea. She only hopes that the courtyard house project can be expedited so that her family won't have to rent a place outside anymore.
The apartments on the pedestrian street have already been handed over to residents, and Liu Zi arranged for Wang Jian to go and complete the formalities.
The pedestrian street already had some basic renovations; the white walls and floor tiles were already in place. Liu Zi only asked Foreman Wang to install the bathroom and the door.
The cloud studio is now located here. In addition to Wang Jian, there are three other staff members, who are responsible for internal and external affairs respectively.
Wang Jian called Liu Zi, hoping she could come to the studio, as the discussions on the script for "Parents" were nearing completion.
He hoped Liu Zi could come over for one last review.
Liu Zi saw the draft agreement between the two parties and felt that Wang Jian must have put in a lot of effort to achieve this.
"That's good, we can sign a contract with CCTV Television Center now!" Liu Zi said with a smile as she placed the agreement on the table.
She was very satisfied with the terms and the amount, and had nothing to add.
Wang Jian breathed a sigh of relief and agreed with a smile.
Of course, besides this matter, Wang Jian had another issue.
"Director Wang contacted me yesterday morning, hoping to have a talk." Wang Jian knew that Liu Zi knew who the other party was.
"No way! May Day is the day after tomorrow, right? I've already opened my pockets, just waiting for them to crawl in. Now they're begging for mercy and playing me for a fool!" Liu Zi said dismissively.
"The main reason is that Boss Zhang and his team acted too quickly. I heard that Sister Rongrong finished recording 'My Pride' in one night, and Boss Zhang arranged for it to be broadcast on the radio on the third day. Now the number of plays for 'My Pride' is soaring, and it's not to be underestimated!" Wang Jian looked at his boss with admiration.
Their boss is amazing; every song he writes becomes a hit.
Liu Zi wasn't surprised when she found out; these songs had all been tested by the market back then, so there wouldn't be any major problems.
However, Liu Zi still reminded Wang Jian to keep a low profile in public and to be polite to people who come to ask her to write songs, so that people wouldn't say she was being arrogant.
Liu Zi also told CCTV about the invitation she had received to sing for National Day. Upon hearing this, Wang Jian became so excited that he started shaking, even more so than Liu Daqiang.
Liu Zi pressed him into the chair and glared at him irritably. She had just startled him; anyone who didn't know better would think he was having an epileptic seizure!
"Really? Boss!" Wang Jian felt that his boss was teasing him.
Their cloud-based studio is just starting out, and they've already received such an important order. This is much more prestigious than selling songs to Hong Kong artists.
If the boss gets selected, their cloud studio is set to take off.
"Boss, are you confident?" Wang Jian asked earnestly.
Liu Zi took out a sheet of musical notation from her bag and handed it over.
Wang Jian was used to doing this; whenever this happened, he would personally take the sheet music to the copyright center to register it.
Is there only one this time?
Wang Jian was used to his boss's prolific output, so he was a little puzzled that there was only one this time.
“Yes, this one can’t be delayed. It needs to be sent to the copyright center immediately. I need it right away.” Liu Zi nodded.
"Okay, I'll go right away." Wang Jian prepared to go back inside to get his car keys.
"Wait!" Liu Zi called out to them.
"What is it, boss?" Wang Jian turned around.
“Now that we’ve made money from ‘Parents’ magazine, let’s buy some things for the studio! Go buy a motorcycle first, within 4,000 yuan, pick one yourself, and have the accountant, Xiao Xu, reimburse you when you get back.”
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