Quality is always more important than quantity, no matter the circumstances.
Li Zhaoyang was not surprised by Manager Zhang's reaction; in fact, this was the normal reaction a person should have.
After all, not everyone is like me, a cheat code.
"Supervisor, could you go and call the director over here?"
“Okay, the director is a professional at this kind of thing. It’s definitely safer to call her over and pick out a higher-quality piece.” Zhang Xincheng did as he was told and went to the next office, where he found the director busy.
About ten minutes later, Zhang Xincheng arrived with the director.
"Zhaoyang, I heard from Xiao Zhang that you have five drafts in your possession, is that right?" Zhang Shulan found this news unbelievable.
“Yes.” Li Zhaoyang’s computer screen was stuck on the lyrics editing line, which contained five audio files, none of which had been recorded yet.
The above have different names: "Compendium of Materia Medica" male singer, "Light Years Away" female singer, "Uchiage Hanabi" male and female singers fluent in Japanese, "Take Me Hand" female singer fluent in English, and "BANG BANG BANG" boy group fluent in Korean.
Even the recording standards have been named.
After a quick glance, Zhang Shulan asked with some surprise, "You've started dabbling in Japanese and Korean?"
"Um."
Li Zhaoyang nodded and sat down to the side.
"Let me help you pick out which piece is good enough to submit to the exchange festival." Zhang Shulan casually opened a folder.
Light-years away.
Based on the naming above, songs without a note specifying which language proficiency is required are likely Chinese-language songs.
After reading it briefly the first time, Zhang Shulan exclaimed in surprise: "Such high quality! It's another love story, and it's written with originality, just like that 'Countdown'!"
Zhang Shulan watched "Light Years Away" a second time and immediately decided, "This is the one."
"Director, please read it first." Li Zhaoyang was very patient.
"Okay, we shouldn't jump to conclusions too early." Zhang Shulan had already decided in her heart that it was light-years away, but she still had to respect Zhaoyang's opinion.
She then clicked on "BANG BANG BANG," wanting to see Zhaoyang's talent in Korean songs.
After reading it, Zhang Shulan was shocked and stared at Zhang Xincheng.
Especially its intro, it's so rhythmic.
"My goodness!" Zhang Xincheng asked, "Zhaoyang, you've written Korean songs before?"
No, this is the first time.
Before Zhang Xincheng could be shocked again, Zhang Shulan had already turned on the Japanese song "Fireworks".
A few minutes later, Zhang Shulan clicked on "take me hand" amidst that escalating emotion.
A few minutes later, Zhang Shulan's breathing became increasingly tense, and Zhang Xincheng's eyes were also fixed on the computer screen.
After watching the last audio file, Compendium of Materia Medica, Zhang Shulan, perhaps still caught up in the previous four songs, asked, "Isn't Compendium of Materia Medica a classic of traditional Chinese medicine? And you quoted the ancient physician Hua Tuo in your lyrics. Is there any significance to that?"
Before Li Zhaoyang could speak, Zhang Shulan, having completely recovered from the previous four songs, sat up in shock: "If Hua Tuo were alive, even Western worship could be cured?!"
Zhang Shulan carefully pondered these two lines of lyrics, and then said, "If Hua Tuo were alive, could he cure the worship of foreign things? Foreigners come to learn Chinese characters and experience our cultural consciousness. The lyrics about medicinal herbs that appear later, Zhaoyang, are you trying to say, 'Let me prepare a folk remedy to cure the internal injuries of those who worship foreign things. The Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years and has a power that others do not know'?"
She suddenly realized the depth and horror of the song.
Zhang Xincheng hadn't looked carefully before, but after hearing the director's words, he turned around to look again.
"It's quite ironic that I'm currently developing my career in the US and still producing works like this." Li Zhaoyang said, whether he was being self-deprecating or not.
"I'm not being sarcastic. Even though you're wearing Western clothes, as long as your heart is with your country, that's enough. Besides, it's the Chinese music scene that's abandoning you, not the country. You have to understand that." Zhang Shulan found this song, "Compendium of Materia Medica," very appealing.
If you're not a music major, you might not appreciate the charm of the Compendium of Materia Medica, but if you know a little about music, you'll know how profound this song is.
Moreover, what she said is true; it was the Chinese music scene, not the country, that abandoned Zhaoyang.
Does Zhaoyang no longer want to develop his career in the country?
During that period, he was so disheartened by the online bullying he received.
With the official order in place, they won't withdraw it unless we beg them. They're so arrogant and even put the order on the top of their list. How can we beg them? Are we supposed to kneel down and beg them?
Without giving Zhaoyang a chance to speak, Zhang Shulan shook her head repeatedly in amazement: "Zhaoyang, you were truly born for music."
She didn't want to say too many words of praise; only amazement could describe her feelings at this moment.
"Wait a minute... what's with all those little zombies crouching in the back? I don't understand this part." Zhang Xincheng believes that once this song is released, it may spark heated discussions.
“Zombies are hard; they can’t crouch down at all,” Li Zhaoyang replied.
"What the hell?" Zhang Xincheng got goosebumps: "Being able to squat down is a way of mocking those Chinese who fawn over foreigners? It's a perfect match!"
Suddenly, Zhang Xincheng thought of a very serious problem: "If this song were released in China, there might not be any problem, and many Chinese people would even empathize with it because they don't understand why there are so many people who idolize foreign things. But if it's released in the US..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but instead looked towards the director.
Zhang Shulan was silent for a few seconds, as if she was thinking. After about a minute, she said, "These foreigners don't care about these things. Moreover, they are not mocking them, but mocking the Chinese who fawn over foreigners. If this song appears at the exchange festival, it may cause a sensation."
In terms of audience reach, this type of song may not be very wide, but in terms of quality, unless it is a top-tier hit, no one can beat it.
She could even imagine the expressions on the faces of the leaders of the Chinese Music Writers Association once the Compendium of Materia Medica was published.
"Don't go too far!" Zhang Xincheng, whose thoughts had returned, realized that the quality of these five manuscripts was exceptionally high, and there was no need to pick them at all.
Children make choices; adults want it all!
"I can't even imagine if these five songs could crush those aces at the exchange festival." The exchange festival doesn't allow the "God of Music" to participate; the highest rank is "Ace." Without the "God of Music" participating, who can suppress these five works?
“Coward, I dare to think.” A smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Shulan’s face as she returned to the previous topic: “No need to choose, send all five songs to participate. The singers are not a problem. Let Xiao Gou’s side cooperate with Zhaoyang throughout the process.”
"Understood." Zhang Xincheng returned to his office and first called Lao Gou.
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