"Mr. Fang is the 19th and last invitee." You Chuanhuan smiled and looked at Fang Zhao. In a serious tone, he said, "But if Mr. Fang has other plans or feels that time is too tight, you can decline. I forgot to mention that the first draft has to be ready by March. "
As You Chuan spoke, he was also observing Fang Zhao's expression. From the moment Fang Zhao had entered, he had sensed that this young man was different from his peers. He was not faking his composure. Even when he saw the Fiery Bird insignia on their chests, he only revealed a hint of surprise. He did not deliberately hide it or suppress his excitement.
And now, when he was told that he would be invited to compose the background music for the opening animation of a game produced by the famous Fiery Bird company, he did not feel excited. He just sat there and listened attentively, as if he was just … listening to a report.
Listening to a report?
You Chuan was startled by the analogy that suddenly flashed through his mind. Maybe he had been too busy sending out invitations recently. That was why he was hallucinating. Tossing aside his thoughts, You Chuan looked at Fang Zhao again. Fang Zhao's fingers were casually tapping on his thighs. He could not find any pattern, and Fang Zhao himself seemed to be daydreaming.
"Cough!" Duan Qianji could not stand it any longer and coughed to remind Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao's fingers paused and turned to You Chuan. "I need to watch the opening animation first."
You Chuan thought to himself, Can you hear what I just said when you're daydreaming?
"Sure. But Mr. Fang needs to sign a confidentiality agreement first, "You Chuan said. Fang Zhao's request was reasonable. If Fang Zhao had agreed without even watching the opening animation, You Chuan would have been disappointed.
"I understand the rules."
After the confidentiality agreement was signed, You Chuan handed Fang Zhao a palm-sized projector in the shape of the Fiery Bird logo.
The image was projected into the air. Fang Zhao watched the short two-minute opening animation seriously. Actually, "animation" was just a term of endearment passed down in the industry. When Fang Zhao actually saw this video, he realized that the degree of realism was too high. It was as if it had been shot in real life. This image was not inferior to the movies Silver Wing invested in every year.
While Fang Zhao was watching the opening two-minute clip, You Chuan was still observing Fang Zhao. In his mind, he was assessing whether Fang Zhao really had the ability to compose a movement of such quality, and whether there was a possibility of continuing their collaboration.
Fang Zhao watched very seriously. At the same time, his fingers started tapping again. He didn't move much, and You Chuan couldn't see any pattern.
After the two-minute video ended, Fang Zhao turned to You Chuan and said, "Alright, one month is enough."
Everyone else in the room looked at Fang Zhao. Duan Qianji had wanted to stop Fang Zhao, but it was too late. The other Fiery Bird employee, Bi Fu, who was sitting beside You Chuan, had his eyes wide open, as if he could not believe that Fang Zhao was actually so confident. Confidence is good, but overconfidence is stupid.
Bi Fu had followed You Chuan to invite 18 composers. Of these 18 composers, some were a little reluctant when they heard the deadline of "before three months." And after watching the opening animation, quite a few of them had said "try their best," meaning that they could only do their best and could not guarantee that they would be able to compose before March. The higher one flew, the more they cherished their feathers. They would only release their works if they were satisfied with them. If they were not satisfied, they would rather give up a great opportunity than let it tarnish their reputation.
However, Fang Zhao was the last of the 19 composers on the list. His status was also the lowest. He was a composer with no reputation at all. Yet after watching the opening animation, he actually so confidently agreed!
Bi Fu couldn't help but want to say something, but he was stopped by a look from You Chuan. He could only swallow the words that were about to leave his mouth.
"In that case, I await the good news."
You Chuan did not stay long. After bidding farewell, he brought Bi Fu and left through the garage on the top floor. The flying car that You Chuan and Bi Fu had driven did not have any obvious Fiery Bird insignia. It was low-key and unremarkable. Right now, they still did not want the outside world to know that the background music for the opening animation had yet to be finalized.
Inside the car, Bi Fu asked You Chuan, puzzled, "Why didn't you ask more? To test whether Fang Zhao is really the composer of those three movements and whether he really has the ability to produce a work of sufficient quality in a little more than a month? "
It was already the end of January. Composing before March meant that they basically only had a month's time in February. Composing a piece that could match a large-scale game project in a month's time was extremely difficult. Even a novice in the industry would understand how difficult it was to compose a piece that could match a large-scale game project.
You Chuan laughed and shook his head. "All that is meaningless. We don't understand Fang Zhao, and we don't understand Silver Wing. Everything is conjecture. The answer will be revealed when he sends the work over."
And after You Chuan and Bi Fu left, Duan Qianji no longer had any misgivings. "Fang Zhao, this matter cannot be forced. If you feel that you are not confident, it is not too late to take back your words." As long as You Chuan and Bi Fu did not leave Yanzhou, Duan Qianji could stop them first.
"It is not forced. I agreed to accept the invitation because I can guarantee that I can produce a piece that I am satisfied with within a month. As for whether they like it or not... I cannot guarantee that. "
"Besides the four movements of the '100-Year Period of Destruction,' you still have the inspiration to compose a piece of music of that quality?" Duan Qianji was surprised. Although she was not a composer, she knew how important inspiration was to compose. For the deputy team leader to personally travel to various continents to issue invitations at this point in time, it was clear that the accompaniment for this opening animation was not easy.
"I didn't have any before, but I do now."
Duan Qianji looked at Fang Zhao and was silent for two seconds. "OK, I got it."
Fang Zhao went downstairs and continued to oversee the production of the fourth movement. In Duan Qianji's office, an assistant asked worriedly, "Director Duan, is it really alright to hand it over to Fang Zhao?" If the quality of Fang Zhao's work did not meet Fiery Bird's requirements, would Fiery Bird hold a grudge against their company?
"Do you think that Fiery Bird's sound effects department's professionals are reliable in terms of their understanding of music and taste?" Duan Qianji asked.
The assistant did not utter a word. This question was too simple. If they were not reliable, would they have stayed at Fiery Bird until now? Previously, You Chuan had said that the invitation to Fang Zhao had been sent by the head of the sound effects department. How could someone who had managed to become the head of the sound effects department of the world's top game producer, Fiery Bird, be retarded?
Duan Qianji would not really use this to test them. She was just using this topic to tell them one thing.
"As far as I know, You Chuan and the rest have issued another urgent invitation. Out of 19 producers, there is only one in Yanzhou."
In Yanzhou, Silver Wing's "Flying Steed," Neon Culture's "Metal Rush," and Tongshan True Entertainment's "Four Dimensions." These three companies' ace copyrighted music studios had all collaborated with Fiery Bird. In the past, Silver Wing's "Flying Pegasus," Neon Culture's "Metal Rush," and Tongshan True Entertainment's "Four Dimensions." These three companies' ace copyrighted music studios had all collaborated with Fiery Bird. Virtual idols were virtual idols, but as You Chuan had said, Fiery Bird's various departments had their own responsibilities and did not interfere with one another.
Elsewhere, after Fang Zhao arrived at the department, he did not mention anything about Fiery Bird's invitation. Seeing that Fang Zhao did not say anything, the others did not pursue the matter. They didn't ask for much, as long as they worked hard and got paid.
Fang Zhao sat in his office, took out a notebook, and started writing music scores. He wrote down the inspiration that had appeared in his mind while watching the two-minute video.
The first three movements of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" had been composed by Fang Zhao in his previous life. After his rebirth, he had only made some minor changes and rearranged them. The fourth movement was a collection of inspirations he had gathered after his rebirth. And now, the intermittent characters that appeared on the paper were a collection of inspiration that he had gained after going to the Cemetery of Martyrs and watching the opening scene that You Chuan had given him.
After writing the first draft, Fang Zhao continued to think back on today's experiences, especially the Cemetery of Martyrs and the two-minute opening sequence. The first draft needed to be revised, so Fang Zhao continued to look for areas that could be improved to make it better.
At this time, Ceng Huang came to look for him.
"Big Zhao, the fourth movement is progressing smoothly. It might be completed before the 25th. You said that once the fourth movement is completed, our department will go on vacation. Just like last year, Wan Yue and I will not go back. "
When Zeng Huang said "go back," he was referring to their birthplace, Yanbei City. When his family had been in trouble, the government had given them quite a lot of compensation. A few relatives had been greedy for the compensation, but Zeng Huang had held onto it tightly. Wan Yue's situation was similar, just not as severe as Zeng Huang's. However, Wan Yue didn't want to go back either. The two of them hadn't returned to Yanbei City since university.
"Will you spend Memorial Day with us? After all, it's just me and Wan Yue. The more people, the livelier. We're moving to a new house this year. It's bigger, and we've prepared guest rooms, "Zeng Huang said.
Fang Sheng had betrayed them and was now in some unknown prison. Xi Hong hadn't appeared after parting ways with Fang Zhao. This year's Memorial Day would probably be spent by Fang Zhao alone. No, there was also a dog.
"I won't be going over to your place." Seeing that Zeng Huang was about to say something, Fang Zhao spoke first. "I'm going back this year."
"Going back?" Zeng Huang hadn't expected Fang Zhao to make this choice. They hadn't gone back since university. When they'd first started university, he'd heard Fang Zhao say he didn't want to go back. At that time, Fang Zhao seemed to be in conflict with his second uncle.
Zeng Huang didn't know much about Fang Zhao's family situation, so all he'd heard was Fang Zhao's complaints. So when Fang Zhao said he wanted to go back, Zeng Huang's first reaction was surprise and doubt.
Fang Zhao didn't say anything. He just pulled up an email from his bracelet and showed it to Zeng Huang.
[Second Uncle: Are you coming back for Memorial Day? (10: 23 p.m., Jan. 20)]
[Fang Zhao: Yes. (7: 02 a.m., Jan. 21)]
[Second Uncle: What happened?! (7: 36 a.m., Jan. 21)]
[Second Uncle: What's your number? (7: 36 a.m., Jan. 21)]
[Second Uncle: My number is * * * * * *. Call me! (7: 37 a.m., Jan. 21)]
...
Zeng Huang looked at the page full of emails. There was only one reply from Fang Zhao. The rest were all from Fang Zhao's second uncle. He was probably shocked by Fang Zhao's reply. Fang Zhao hadn't been back for more than six years. Every year, he'd gotten a "no." This year, Fang Zhao's second uncle might have been prepared to receive another "no." He hadn't expected that there would be a "no."
This, this, this … Something must have happened!
This was the first thing Fang Zhao's second uncle thought of, which was why he was so anxious to ask.
"You haven't replied to your second uncle?" Zeng Huang thought Fang Zhao was deliberately not replying.
However, Fang Zhao had really forgotten. This morning, he had just resolved the issue of Pang Pusong and Fu Yingtian's military quota when he had been called upstairs by Duan Qianji. When he came downstairs and saw the notification, he was told about Fang Sheng. After going to the police station, he went to the Cemetery of Martyrs. When he came back, he was called to the top floor to discuss a song with Fiery Bird. Now that Zeng Huang had mentioned it, Fang Zhao remembered that he had received a lot of messages, but he hadn't replied.
He had no choice. In his previous life, during the later stages of the apocalypse, Fang Zhao had had no relatives. Now, the first thing he thought of was that.
"I forgot," Fang Zhao said.
Zeng Huang didn't believe him. Before leaving the office, he advised, "Have a good talk with your second uncle. I think they are sincere about you. It's getting late. Hurry up and reply. What if your second uncle thinks something happened to you and calls the police? "
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