Fang Zhao was not trying to scare Zuo Yu, nor was he speaking blindly. He was really listening attentively, but it was different from what Zuo Yu had imagined. The sounds that Fang Zhao heard were converted into a different language in his mind — musical notes.
Emotions, scenery, sounds — these were all sources of inspiration. Although the trip to the cemetery in Yanzhou had allowed Fang Zhao to more or less complete the draft of the score, Fang Zhao had always felt that it was still lacking. Now, he was looking for it bit by bit.
The feeling that the Muzhou cemetery gave Fang Zhao was different. The emotions, scenery, and sounds were different. Naturally, the tune that rang out in his mind was also different. When Fang Zhao listened, he would modify the tune in his mind from the first time, bringing it closer to the level he had envisioned it to be.
But while Fang Zhao was immersed in his creative inspiration, Zuo Yu was different. He would subconsciously check out his surroundings for any abnormalities and turn his head to see if there were any changes in the direction of the tombstones. This was the first time he had doubts about accepting this "assistant" assignment. Perhaps he was simply not suited for this profession. Or perhaps, after following Fang Zhao for too long, he had also become a lunatic?
Every time Fang Zhao went somewhere, he would stop and listen. Sometimes he would listen for a longer time, other times he would stop for a shorter time.
When they finally left Muzhou, Zuo Yu heaved a sigh of relief. He thought to himself, I have finally left a place like the cemetery. But when he thought about visiting the cemeteries of other continents, Zuo Yu's heart sank.
Just as Zuo Yu had expected, they went to the other continents. They all headed straight for the cemetery of martyrs of that continent. Sometimes, when it was too late or the weather suddenly changed, they would stop to rest. Because the objective was clear, even if there were a few delays along the way, it did not take much time.
Xizhou, Tongzhou, Jizhou, Lazhou, Azhou, Rongzhou, Mazhou, Jinzhou, Leizhou, and Huangzhou. Every continent was the same. Zuo Yu repeated the same experience 10 times, so much so that when he saw Fang Zhao comprehend the mysteries of the cemetery's sounds, he could still calmly enjoy the scenery.
On Feb. 25, Fang Zhao and Zuo Yu returned to Yanzhou.
When Fang Zhao walked into the virtual projects department on the 50th floor, Zu Wen and the others were there, carefully observing Fang Zhao's expression. They were worried that Fang Zhao would be angry over the online vote.
Over in Yanzhou, Polar Light was still in third place in the online voting for the "Battle of the Century" endorsement. He was only 300 votes away from Mi Yu, who was in first place. Among the thousands of votes cast, this was a negligible gap. But if one were to argue about it, a difference of one vote was still a loss. A loss was a loss, and there was no denying it. The voting results were still online.
The results were still online. They could get support from Leizhou, but the other two parties would not sit still and do nothing. Therefore, Zu Wen and the others were worried that Fang Zhao would be upset about losing the vote. If Zhao was, he, Fang would not to Zhao.. by Fang.
Of course, Fang Zhao knew the results of the voting, but he did not express anything because of the results. Firstly, this was a poll conducted by an online media outlet and not an official one by Fiery Bird. It could only be considered a disguised survey and could not confirm who the spokesperson was. Second, operations and publicity were handled by the relevant personnel of Silver Wing. Fang Zhao was only responsible for accomplishing what he needed to do. The rest would naturally be handled by Silver Wing personnel.
"If there's nothing important, don't disturb me." Fang Zhao walked into his office.
Looking at the closed door, Zeng Huang said, "Big Zhao is going to go into seclusion again? Looks like we've gained a lot this time. "
"The harvest is not small." Zuo Yu pointed to the pile of Muzhou specialties that had been placed to the side. "These are all here. It's free. "
Zuo Yu gave a simple recap of his experiences, emphasizing Fang Zhao's strange behavior at the cemetery.
Zu Wen patted his shoulder sympathetically. "You'll get used to it. You just have to know that the mind of an artist is not something ordinary people can understand. Anyway, I still haven't understood it."
Fang Zhao did not know what the people outside were saying about him, and he did not have the time or interest to care. He was sorting out his gains from this trip. He opened the video left behind by Fiery Bird's sound effects team's deputy head, You Chuan, and made some changes to the music score that had been revised many times.
The next day, after a sleepless night, Fang Zhao finally completed the music score and contacted Duan Qianji. "You can start recording now."
The memory card that had been used to take pictures had been returned. What Fang Zhao needed to do now was to complete the recording of the song and save it together with the music score onto the card.
February 28.
Huangzhou, Fiery Bird headquarters.
Sound effects team head, Hua Li, hammered his forehead with his fist. After taking a few deep breaths, he removed his headphones and asked You Chuan beside him, "How does it feel?"
What they had just listened to was the 11th demo they had received. It was not complete, just a portion. The first draft of the music score had also been provided. Given Hua Li and You Chuan's abilities, they could naturally use this demo and the first draft of the music score to form a rough outline of the entire song.
You Chuan also removed his headphones and shook his head. "If the final draft doesn't have many changes, then that's about it. But just taking out this song and listening to it, it sounds fine, but when paired with the video, it still feels a little lacking. "
Hua Li let out a long sigh. After some thought, he asked, "Is there still no news from the other eight invited masters?"
"Seven masters have already replied. Two masters will send over the demo and the first draft of the music score on their cards before tonight. The other five masters have expressed their helplessness and said they will return the empty cards and projectors."
"What about the last one?" Hua Li asked. He had asked You Chuan to send out 19 invitations. So far, only 18 had received definite replies. Where was the last one?
"The last one is Fang Zhao. No news yet, "You Chuan said.
"Fang Zhao? That kid in his twenties who graduated less than a year ago? " Hua Li had an impression of Fang Zhao. Among a bunch of great masters, the appearance of such a young man left a deep impression. And now, Hua Li listened to the four movements of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" every day.
"The last time we went to invite him, he did indeed personally agree, but there has been no news yet," You Chuan said.
"Let's wait a little longer." Just as Hua Li finished speaking, he heard a notification from You Chuan.
"Eh?" You Chuan exclaimed. "Fang Zhao replied that the recording went smoothly. The complete piece has been recorded and stored on the card. The final draft of the music score has also been stored. He has already contacted our people at the Yanzhou branch. It should be sent over to Huangzhou soon."
"The complete piece?!" This was the main point that Hua Li was paying attention to. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Ask the Yanzhou branch who is in charge of transporting the memory card. Get them to use an encrypted channel to send over the contents stored on the card."
You Chuan was also curious. He found someone at the Yanzhou branch and got them to send over the contents of the card.
"Let's listen!" Hua Li put on his headphones again.
You Chuan also put on his headphones and tapped to play the music file.
Initially, the two of them did not have much expression, but when the song reached 20 seconds, their expressions changed and their expressions became rather serious.
After a minute, the two of them took a deep breath at the same time.
When it reached a minute and a half, Hua Li pressed pause and removed his headphones. "Let's go to the sound effects studio!"
You Chuan had the same intention. The two of them rushed into the sound effects studio and opened the opening animation. At the same time, they played the music file.
Outside the sound effects studio, the other members of the sound effects team watched as the team leader and deputy team leader rushed in. They were guessing what had happened. Thinking back to the recent discussion of the soundtrack for the opening animation, it was likely that some great master had sent over a new piece. It seemed to have satisfied the two team leaders.
Thus, the focus of the sound effects team's discussion ranged from why the two team leaders were in such a hurry to which great master had sent the piece over.
Inside the sound effects studio. This room was equipped with Fiery Bird's top-notch sound and video equipment.
The team leader and deputy team leader watched the opening animation and listened to the music over and over again.
After playing it for the fifth time, Hua Li decided.
"That's it!"
"That's it? Aren't you going to consider the other songs? "You Chuan asked. He had the same thought as Hua Li, but the others had not sent over their final drafts. Were they going to finalize it now? Wasn't it too early?
"No need. That's it!" Hua Li also knew that the others had not sent over their final drafts. Two of them had not even sent over their demos and first drafts. But Hua Li had dealt with these people for many years and knew their style. There would not be too many surprises.
"I don't know how people in the music industry will evaluate it, but from the perspective of a game sound effects team leader, I think it is' just right. 'It is most suitable for this opening animation. A perfect match!" Hua Li said. "Composing, arranging, mixing, conducting, and... Polar Light's virtual project producer."
Hua Li looked at Fang Zhao's personal information. At the start, he had also been shocked by this information. At first, he had not dared to believe it, but now, he had no doubts. Just like a saying he had once heard: "There is a type of person in this world called an omnipotent lunatic."
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