But!
Is that guy playing the suona in the corner serious?
They even specifically choose those tunes for offering incense to ancestors. Is that really okay?!
Lin Rui suddenly didn't want to go in anymore; he felt that working under Zheng Jing was quite good.
Wow! So handsome!
Just as Lin Rui was about to leave, a young girl came skipping out: "Are you a newly signed singer? I've never seen you before?"
"I haven't been with the company for long."
"Hello, my name is Chen Duoduo." The girl said with a smile, "I'm an intermediate composer, young man. How about we add each other on WeChat? You can ask me to write songs for you in the future."
Intermediate composer?
If before he only thought the composition department was unreliable, now Lin Rui is starting to wonder if he's come to the wrong place.
"The fact that the young man doubted me makes me so sad."
Chen Duoduo looked pitiful and delicately raised the work badge hanging around her neck.
Name: Chen Duoduo
Position: Music Producer
Level: Medium
Lin Rui's eyes flickered, and he looked at Chen Duoduo in front of him again, his expression becoming serious.
genius!
According to the world's art system, music producers who want to obtain a certificate need to complete four years of study in composition and take the qualification exam the following year after graduation.
This period spanned five years.
Even if you successfully obtain the certificate, under normal circumstances, it will take at least three years of creative work to advance to the level of intermediate composer.
This round trip would take at least eight years. Judging by her age, while others are still struggling with which middle school to attend, Chen Duoduo is already studying at a music academy!
What else could this be but genius?
Even if we assume that Chen Duoduo's qualification certificate, like his, was obtained through a social media company's endorsement, it still means that she has the corresponding ability!
Otherwise, what kind of stupid company would be so bored as to do something like this?
"My name is Lin Rui, and I just joined the composition department the day before yesterday."
Lin Rui reached out and shook hands with Chen Duoduo.
"Huh? You're not a singer?"
Chen Duoduo looked Lin Rui up and down, and the regretful look on her face made Lin Rui feel annoyed.
It's as if it's saying: What a pity, what a waste of that face, those long legs, those abs, that…
"Have you seen enough?" Lin Rui's forehead was covered in black lines.
"Ahem... Sorry... It's just a professional habit."
Chen Duoduo blushed, stuck out her tongue, made way for them, and shouted into the room, "A new person has arrived! Everyone, give them a round of applause!"
"Another new person?"
Many people stopped what they were doing and looked towards the door.
When they saw the handsome young Lin Rui, they all showed expressions of "I knew it!"
"Uncle Qiao, I think we should give this feedback to the higher-ups."
"That's right. They recruited a bunch of new composers before, saying it was to reduce our pressure, but is it useful to just use a large number of people to compose music?"
"I don't think it's meant to relieve stress at all; it's clearly just meant to make things worse for us."
…
The group chatted casually, without considering whether Lin Rui was embarrassed.
In the corner, a disheveled man raised his eyelids and said, "Young man, our composition department doesn't support idlers. If you don't have real skills, you'll just end up like the previous batch of people, going back to where you came from."
Just then, a sad melody drifted from not far away, and soon, a familiar song began to play.
"This song is really good; it perfectly captures my infatuation back then."
A man in his mid-twenties stood up, his face beaming with enjoyment.
He looked Lin Rui up and down with interest and said with a smile, "Brother, since you're also a composer, you must have your own works, right?"
"We just released a new work today," Lin Rui nodded.
"Oh?" The man raised an eyebrow. "Tell me the song title, and I'll give it a try. If it's decent, then you've passed."
Is this an interview?
Lin Rui asked curiously, "Aren't you listening?"
"I'm listening? When am I supposed to listen...?"
The man didn't react at first, but soon his eyes widened and he pointed uncertainly at the speaker next to him.
Not only him, but everyone, including Chen Duoduo, looked up and stared at Lin Rui in disbelief.
"Are you Fusheng?" the man couldn't help but ask.
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