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

The next morning.

Saltyfish Entertainment Headquarters, Animation Department.

Yu Le pushed open the glass door, and the humming of the computer case fan continued.

The employees inside were all sitting in front of computers, staring intently at the 3D models on the screen.

No one looked up at him.

Yu Le walked straight to the innermost private office.

Dumpling was lying on the table, holding a stylus in her hand.

"Mr. Yu." Upon hearing the noise, Dumpling sat up abruptly and quickly pulled out a chair.

"Sit down." Yu Le gestured for him to sit, his gaze fixed on the screen.

On the screen, Nezha is gliding across the sea on his Wind Fire Wheels.

The particle effects of the water splashes and the light and shadow of the flames intertwine, giving it a look reminiscent of the quality seen on the big screen in the past.

"How's the progress?" Yu Le pulled up a chair and sat down.

Dumpling scratched his messy hair and sighed, "Mr. Yu, the earliest we can expect is next year."

His tone was somewhat apprehensive.

SaltyFish Entertainment keeps pouring money into this project. Any other boss would have been holding a knife to their throat and pressuring them to speed things up.

"Are the funds enough?" Yu Le didn't respond to his question, but instead asked a different one.

Dumpling paused for a moment, then nodded: "Enough! More than enough! With the budget you approved, we even booked the top rendering farms in the country. We've also filled all the staff; we've poached every VFX artist we could find."

"That's fine then." Yu Le leaned back in his chair, looking at Nezha on the screen.

He knew it in his heart.

The previous film, "Ne Zha," began preparations in 14 and was released in 19, taking a full five years.

It was only 2009, and the level of 3D animation technology in China was far behind that of the past. Many special effects plugins were unavailable, and we had to create them ourselves. The underlying physics engine was also not mature enough.

To compress the cycle to three years with full funding and manpower, Jiaozi is already risking his life.

"Mr. Yu, I promise I will deliver the finished film by the end of next year." Dumpling gritted her teeth, as if she were making a solemn pledge.

"No rush." ​​Yu Le patted his shoulder. "Three years is fine. I value quality. If you rush to finish a half-finished product, I'll scold you instead."

Dumpling's eyes were a little red, and she nodded emphatically.

"For the fluid calculations of water splashes and flames, if the domestic servers can't handle it, I'll have the North American branch rent a few supercomputer nodes in Hollywood." Yu Le stood up. "You handle the technical aspects; I'll take care of the money and resources."

"Understood!" Dumpling replied loudly.

..............

noon.

Yu Le returned to Shengshi Huating.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard a deafening sound coming from the living room.

"Monster! Take this from my old Sun Wukong's staff!"

Yu Le changed into slippers and went inside.

Dongdong was wearing a yellow vest that she had somehow found, holding a plastic golden cudgel in her hand, and jumping around on the sofa.

The TV was showing the 86 version of "Journey to the West".

In the scene, Sun Wukong is wielding his golden cudgel, defeating a group of lesser demons.

Dongdong waved the plastic stick, almost smashing the purple clay teapot on the coffee table.

Yu Le snatched his "golden cudgel" and flicked it on his forehead.

"Sun Wukong fights monsters on the ground, not on the sofa destroying the house. Get down."

Dongdong covered his forehead, obediently slipped off the sofa, ran to the TV, sat cross-legged, and stared intently at the Monkey King on the screen.

Watching Sun Wukong soaring through the heavens and diving into the earth on TV, listening to that catchy and classic background music, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Why has "Journey to the West" become a shared memory for several generations?

It's not just because of the story and the visuals.

Music, too, is a symbol etched into the soul!

Just as people think of "The Empire March" when they think of "Star Wars," and "He's a Pirate" when they think of "Pirates of the Caribbean," audiovisual experiences are inseparable.

He's already set up shop in the film industry.

But the entertainment industry is never just about movies.

Music is another, sharper, and more pervasive dagger!

He took out his phone and glanced at the calendar.

2009 years.

The National Stadium, also known as the Bird's Nest, has entered the preparation stage for commercial operation after the Olympics.

In his previous life, the first pop singer to hold a solo concert at the Bird's Nest was Wang Lihong.

But in this life, he intends to take that title of "number one" for Liu Qianqian.

However, a concert is not just about having a venue.

There must be works of sufficient quality to support the entire performance.

Liu Qianqian currently has quite a few songs in her repertoire.

The two songs performed at the Spring Festival Gala were "As You Wish" and "China in the Lights".

With the remaining stock from previous albums, there's more than enough material for a concert.

But what Yu Le wanted was not just "making do".

He decided to produce a completely new album.

Moreover, he plans to release this album simultaneously in both domestic and overseas markets.

Yu Le spent three days selecting six songs from the vast music library in his mind.

Three Chinese songs.

Love That Never Loses Contact

"Decent".

A Little Happiness.

A Cantonese song.

"The Orphan".

Two English songs.

Shake It Off.

FireWOrk.

Each song was a groundbreaking work in its respective field in a past life.

After Yu Le finished organizing the lyrics, music, and demos for all six songs, he called Chang Shilei.

"Stone, come here. There's work to be done."

Half an hour later.

Chang Shilei, with his hair all messy, rushed into the recording studio of Salty Fish Entertainment.

Before he could even catch his breath, he plopped down in front of the mixing console.

Without saying a word, Yu Le opened the audio file on the computer.

The first song is titled "Decent".

The piano intro flowed out slowly.

Chang Shilei closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on his knees to the beat.

As the melody progresses to the chorus, the emotion of suppressing pain while maintaining dignity is instantly heightened.

The audio has finished playing.

Chang Shilei opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Mr. Yu, these lyrics are so heartbreaking."

Chang Shilei turned to look at Yu Le.

"A breakup anthem. Once this song is released, it will definitely have a place on the national karaoke charts. The arrangement shouldn't be complicated; just a guitar and a piano as the foundation, and some strings in the chorus to push the emotion up."

Yu Le nodded.

"We'll do as you say. Listen to the next song."

The second song is called "A Little Happiness".

The third song is titled "Love That Will Never Be Lost".

After listening to three consecutive Chinese songs, Chang Shilei's expression changed.

Any one of these three songs is enough for a second-tier singer to live off for a lifetime.

Yu Le, on the other hand, simply packed it up and threw it out.

"Don't just stand there daydreaming."

Yu Le moved the mouse and opened the fourth file.

"The next three songs are the main attraction."

As the prelude began, the strong drumbeats, accompanied by lively brass instruments, pounded directly into Chang Shilei's ears.

Shake It Off.

Chang Shilei suddenly sat up straight, his eyes wide open.

Authentic American pop style!

That kind of rhythm that makes you want to tap your feet along is simply unavailable in the domestic music scene.

Next up is FireWOrk.

Yu Le only made a rough electronic synthesizer version of this song, but when the soaring chorus melody came out, Chang Shilei's scalp tingled.

The last Cantonese song, "Orphan," finished playing.

The recording studio was so quiet you could hear the computer case fans spinning.

Chang Shilei grabbed his hair with both hands, stared at the audio track on the computer screen, and after a long while, managed to utter a sentence.

"Mr. Yu..."

Chang Shilei swallowed hard.

"Did you rob some alien civilization's music library?"

Yu Le picked up the thermos next to him and took a sip of water.

"Stop talking nonsense. Sisi is having a concert soon. Get me the arrangements for all six songs in half a month."

Chang Shilei jumped up from his chair.

"Half a month? You might as well kill me!"

Yu Le put down her thermos.

"The bonus has been doubled."

Chang Shilei immediately stood up straight, his expression serious.

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission. I'm staying at the recording studio tonight, and nobody can call me."