"Teacher Zhaoyang, are you here?"
Sunset, outside the corridor of the composition department's office area.
A girl in her early twenties peeked in, her big eyes blinking.
She was unfamiliar with the office environment here, after all, it was her first time abroad, so she didn't dare to barge into this department rashly.
If this were in the country, she would have gone to Teacher Zhaoyang's office long ago.
"Excuse me, who is this pretty young lady?" Zhang Xiaohu asked curiously as he walked over to see a beautiful woman, especially one with a pretty face.
“I’ve come to see Teacher Zhaoyang,” the girl said.
"Looking for Li Zhaoyang? He's in the office on the left." Zhang Xiaohu clicked his tongue and asked, "Is it Zhaoyang's girlfriend?"
"Ah? No!!" The girl quickly shook her head.
"Zhaoyang, someone's looking for you," Zhang Xiaohu shouted over there.
"Who's looking for me?" Li Zhaoyang's voice came from inside the office, but he hadn't come out yet.
"She's a beautiful woman."
"Beautiful lady?" A few seconds later, Li Zhaoyang appeared at the office door. Upon seeing the person who had arrived, his brows relaxed: "You've come."
The person who arrived was Bian Ling'er.
About half a month had passed, and he still thought Ling'er wouldn't go abroad.
"Mmm, Teacher Zhaoyang." Ever since Li Zhaoyang was exonerated, Bian Ling'er's feelings for him went beyond simple admiration for his talent; there was something more to it than just admiration.
"I thought you weren't coming."
"How could that be? I thought I could go abroad in a week, but after the album was released, I had a lot of events to attend. Now that my work is settled, I came here with other colleagues through the company's transfer." Speaking of which, Bian Ling'er was transferred by the company, so it wasn't considered a private trip abroad.
"Come in, let's talk about work." Li Zhaoyang walked back to his office and brewed a pot of tea.
Bian Ling'er quickly followed her inside.
Zhang Xiaohu, who was standing to the side, gleaned the gist of their conversation: "So they are singers from the head office."
Liu Yiling appeared behind me at some point, and her voice came: "The artist transferred from the head office has arrived. Ling'er has gained more than 10 million fans thanks to Zhao Yang's 'Countdown' and 'Decent'."
"Is Zhaoyang really that strong in China?" Zhang Xiaohu was shocked. Two songs were enough to get his artists to gain more than ten million fans. What does that mean?
Both songs need to reach at least the level of a blockbuster, right?
Looking at the office, Liu Yiling exclaimed, "After listening to Zhaoyang's 'Sold Out' and 'Sunny Day,' I started to want to learn more about him. I was shocked when I found out. He was born to write lyrics and music. He became a silver medalist less than half a year after switching to songwriting."
Looking back on her youth, Liu Yiling recalled that when she was the same age as Zhao Yang, she only won a bronze medal. She worked her way up to a silver medal at 25, a gold medal at 28, an ace medal at 37, and is now 39.
As for Zhaoyang, he looks to be just over twenty years old, right? If he wins a gold medal within two years, it's not impossible for him to win an ace medal before he turns 30.
Of course, Zhaoyang must maintain this level of creative output.
"Sigh, comparing yourself to others is just plain frustrating." Zhang Xiaohu felt stung and instantly didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.
Inside the office.
Li Zhaoyang got straight to the point: "Do you know about the international music exchange festival?"
Bian Ling'er nodded gently: "Yes, I know. I heard from my dad that the head office has finalized the quota. I heard that my name was originally on the list of singers, but my dad has decided that I should come here to develop with Teacher Zhaoyang, so my name was removed from the list of singers."
This kind of exchange festival is not a competition, so there are no restrictions on the number of singers, only on songwriters and composers.
Therefore, the more lyrics and composers a songwriter submits, the more singers can participate.
For example, at the Sunset branch, Li Zhaoyang and Liu Yiling went to participate.
Zhaoyang has five drafts in hand. Assuming Sister Ling has one draft, the list of singers could be six.
It can also be two or three people.
Li Zhaoyang said, "Since you know, I won't explain. I'll have Manager Zhang talk to Manager Gou in the contract department and put your name on the list of singers."
Bian Ling'er's eyes lit up: "Could it be that Teacher Zhaoyang's draft is suitable for me?"
I thought there would be a long period of silence after arriving at the branch office, but I didn't expect that Teacher Zhaoyang would have prepared a portfolio for me as soon as I arrived.
Li Zhaoyang: "Alright, you can go back to the contract department now. You've just started here, so there's definitely a lot to learn."
He's not one to make empty promises, so he prefers to let his actions speak for themselves.
After Bian Ling'er left, Li Zhaoyang went to find Manager Zhang Xincheng to discuss the singer list.
"Okay, I'll call Lao Gou in a bit."
After Zhang Xincheng agreed, he continued to ask, "Zhaoyang, did you already have a script in hand when you asked that female singer to record it?"
"I've got it." Li Zhaoyang thought for a moment, then asked, "For the manuscripts submitted for the exchange festival, do we have to submit the list of singers in advance?"
He currently has five drafts in hand, and has already secured Bian Ling'er as the singer.
It's really difficult to finalize all the singers at once.
Zhang Xincheng nodded: "In the early days, there were no restrictions on the list of singers. It has only become necessary in recent years. If the singers recorded do not match the list, the recording will be stopped."
"Okay, I'll go to the signing department later." Li Zhaoyang wanted to be hands-on with the selection of singers.
"Huh?" Zhang Xincheng didn't understand what Zhaoyang meant by that: "Didn't you already decide on that female singer?"
He still doesn't know Bian Ling'er's name, only that she's a popular singer transferred from the head office.
Li Zhaoyang: "Yes, but I still need to finalize a few singers in advance."
Zhang Xincheng was filled with a huge question mark: "Wait a minute... let me sort this out. We've already finalized the female singer, so why do we need to finalize a few more singers? You mean you have more than one song in reserve?"
Zhang Xincheng was completely dumbfounded.
Zhao Yang's creative efficiency is really that impressive.
But with such rapid production, can the quality be guaranteed?
Li Zhaoyang replied, "I happen to have five poems on hand."
He could have ten poems in his hand if he wanted to.
The only problem is getting the list of singers right.
"How many? Five?"
Zhang Xincheng almost jumped up: "You, Zhaoyang, although it's good to win as many times as possible in the exchange festival, don't sacrifice quality for quantity. I think your English song and Sunny Day are of very high quality. Why don't you pick one of the five drafts that is of decent quality and polish it in the next week?"
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