Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

The cold wind of New York swept through the streets.

Yu Le tossed a large black down jacket to Liu Qianqian.

Liu Qianqian hurriedly caught it and quickly wrapped herself up like a tightly wrapped rice dumpling.

The two got into the back seat of the car.

The car's heater was on full blast.

Yu Le took his phone out of his pocket.

Yu Le took out his phone from his pocket and dialed the number of Lao Wang, the director of Warner Music Greater China.

The phone was answered after ringing twice.

"Oh, Mr. Yu."

"How come someone as busy as you has time to call me?"

Old Wang's enthusiastic voice came through the receiver.

Yu Le adjusted to a comfortable sitting position.

"Old Wang."

"I'd like to borrow Warner's recording studio in New York."

"We need the best equipment and the most skilled production team."

Old Wang on the other end of the phone didn't even pause.

"no problem."

"Mr. Yu, since you've given your word, this matter must be handled thoroughly and clearly for you!"

Old Wang now treats Yu Le like a god of wealth.

Even a small amount of profit from this guy would be enough for them to live on.

I hung up the phone.

Yu Le gave the driver an address.

Half an hour later.

The car was parked in front of a glass curtain wall building in Midtown Manhattan.

The logo of Warner Music North America is extremely prominent.

Yu Le led Liu Qianqian into the lobby.

The front desk has already received notification from headquarters.

A blonde, blue-eyed female assistant led them to the VIP recording studio on the top floor.

Push open the heavy, soundproof door.

The space inside is surprisingly large.

Various top-of-the-line mixing consoles and servers flashed their indicator lights.

A white producer with a beard sat in front of the control panel.

His name is Charlie.

Charlie was putting his feet up on the table.

He was chewing gum and twirling a pencil in his hand.

When he saw Yu Le and Liu Qianqian come in, he didn't even bother to get up.

Charlie simply raised his hand lazily.

"Guests from China?"

"Headquarters has instructed me to cooperate with you."

"Tell me, what style of demo do you want to record?"

Charlie's tone revealed an undisguised perfunctoriness.

He has been in the North American music scene for over a decade.

I've seen too many Asian singers come here to gain prestige.

Those people often have mediocre singing skills, and their pronunciation is even more disastrous.

In the end, it all relied on post-production audio editing.

Yu Le ignored his arrogance, took out the folded USB drive from her down jacket pocket, and then took out a printed sheet music, slapping it directly onto the control panel.

"Look at the score first, then speak."

Charlie picked up the few pages impatiently and started reading.

"Dude, what kind of misunderstanding do you Asians have about Christmas?"

"This is our holiday, why do you all insist on writing Christmas songs to join in the fun..."

His words came to an abrupt halt.

His eyes were fixed on the musical staff.

The R&B rhythm, the catchy and upbeat melody, especially the memorable high notes and vocal runs in the chorus...

Charlie stopped chewing his gum.

He is a professional producer; even just looking at the sheet music, he can automatically synthesize the melody of the song in his mind.

That's so catchy.

"This...you wrote this?"

Charlie suddenly looked up and sized up the Chinese man in front of him, who was wearing a black down jacket and holding a thermos.

Yu Le unscrewed the lid of the cup and took a sip of water.

"Is there a problem?"

Charlie swallowed hard, his attitude immediately changing.

"no problem!"

"This sheet music is fantastic!"

He stood up excitedly and pointed to the microphone in the recording studio.

"Please come in, beautiful lady!"

Liu Qianqian took off her heavy coat and walked into the recording studio wearing a turtleneck sweater.

Put on the monitoring headphones.

He gave an OK sign to the outside.

Charlie sat at the control panel and started pushing the clippers.

"Sing it once, let me hear your voice."

The prelude begins.

The cheerful sound of sled bells accompanies the light piano and the gentle beat of drums.

Liu Qianqian closed her eyes and swayed gently to the rhythm.

Under Yu Le's supervision, she never stopped practicing her vocals.

In addition, she already possessed a sweet voice.

"Santa tell me if you're really there——"

The first line of lyrics was sung.

Charlie got goosebumps all over his body.

His pronunciation was pure American, with none of the accent problems he had anticipated.

What's even more captivating is that sweet yet not cloying, girlishly charming tone of voice, which is a perfect match for the melody of this song.

The climax.

"Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here next year——"

The transitions are smooth, and the high notes are held firmly.

Sing it all in one take.

The recording studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Charlie held his head in his hands, staring at Liu Qianqian through the glass window.

"My God."

"This is perfect!"

He pressed the intercom button directly.

"Miss Liu, your voice is a gift kissed by an angel!"

"Let's do it one more time, pay attention to the falsetto transition in the chorus, we can make it even more playful!"

The next two hours.

Charlie completely turned into a sycophant.

He personally guided every detail, and even offered to add a harmony to the song.

Yu Le sat on the sofa to the side, closing her eyes to rest.

Recording complete.

Liu Qianqian walked out of the shed, her forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Charlie went up to him and handed him a bottle of water with both hands.

"Ms. Liu, this song is absolutely going to be a huge hit after it's released!"

"We've made a profit by getting the distribution rights to this song with Warner!"

He turned to look at Yu Le and rubbed his hands together.

"Mr. Yu, I apologize for my poor attitude just now."

Do you have any other works? I'd be happy to create one for you free of charge!

Yu Le stuffed the thermos into her bag and stood up.

"That's all."

"Get the master tape ready, I need it as fast as possible."

"I want it to be available on all radio stations and in record stores across North America before Christmas."

Charlie nodded repeatedly, patting his chest in assurance.

"Don't worry! We will definitely seize this opportunity!"

I walked out of the Warner Building.

The New York City skyline at night is dazzling.

Liu Qianqian wrapped her down jacket tighter and turned to look at Yu Le.

"Dad, how much stock do you have left?"

"With your terrible English, how come you can even write English songs?"

Yu Le opened the car door and shoved her inside.

"Your old man knows a lot more things."

"Just worry about your own business first, act well, and don't ruin the reputation of our Salted Fish Entertainment."