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The film set is now completely back on track.

With that obsessive madman Alfonso watching over things, nothing will go wrong.

Yu Le turned around and strolled out of the photography studio.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

He was afraid that if he watched any longer, he would feel sorry for his daughter and couldn't help but put Alfonso in a sack and beat him up.

..........

Three days later, in the capital city, at the headquarters of Salted Fish Entertainment.

Top floor office.

Yu Le was slumped in the soft boss's chair, idly flipping through a thick stack of schedules in his hand.

The office door was pushed open.

A figure floated in as if its bones had been removed.

"Mr. Yu, you... wanted to see me?"

Xue Zhiqian collapsed onto the sofa, his eyes dark-rimmed, his steps unsteady, his whole body limp like a puddle of mud, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"I just finished recording three variety shows back-to-back, and I feel like my soul has ascended to heaven..." Xue Zhiqian muttered listlessly. "Boss, to be honest, with my current workload, even the donkeys in the production team would be moved to tears. They can't even endure as much as I can."

Yu Le tossed the schedule in her hand onto the coffee table.

"Who told you to push yourself so hard? You cancelled all your variety show appearances for the second half of the year."

The "muddy" puddle on the sofa seemed to be electrocuted, and suddenly sat up straight.

"Reject it? No way, boss! That's a lot of hard-earned money! I need to earn money to make music!"

Yu Le tapped on the table.

"Get ready."

"Let's go to the Bird's Nest."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Xue Zhiqian's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit a fist.

He stood there stunned for a full ten seconds before stammering out his words.

"Huh, what is that?"

"The Bird's Nest?!"

"What would I be doing at the Bird's Nest? As the security captain or as the opening act for Sissi?"

Yu Le picked up his thermos and took a sip of water.

"Hold your own solo concert."

thump.

Xue Zhiqian slid off the sofa and knelt down.

This is not an act.

My legs are really weak.

"Mr. Yu... please don't mess with me. I have a heart condition. A concert at the Bird's Nest? If the audience is mostly empty, I'll never be able to hold my head up high in the industry again!"

Yu Le raised her leg. The tip of her shoe struck Xue Zhiqian's shinbone precisely.

"Ouch—" Xue Zhiqian rolled around on the wool carpet, clutching his leg.

Yu Le turned around and walked behind the desk.

I opened the drawer and grabbed a brown paper bag.

"Thud." The paper bag hit the coffee table.

"Open it. Read it before you leave."

Xue Zhiqian was overjoyed; it meant the boss had remembered him again.

He immediately stopped rolling around, scrambled to the coffee table, and unwrapped the cord.

Four bound A4 sheets of paper.

The first one. "Animal World".

Lyrics by Yu Le.

Composer: Yu Le.

Xue Zhiqian's gaze swept over the musical staff and lyrics.

"Humans tried to mold the Tower of Babel of their dreams out of sand, willing to pay any price for their greed..."

Xue Zhiqian suddenly looked up, his mouth agape in an exaggerated "O" shape.

He quickly looked down at the second copy: "The Weirdos".

"An oddball in relationships, a benevolent bodhisattva who grants all wishes..."

The third one. "Ambiguous".

The fourth one. "Extraterrestrial Objects".

Four songs. Four killer hits.

Xue Zhiqian held the paper in both hands and suddenly lunged at Yu Le's thigh.

"Boss, you're truly like a second parent to me!"

Yu Le kicked him away.

"Stop acting crazy here. Go to the recording studio and find Stone."

Yu Le picked up her thermos and took a sip of water.

"Chang Shilei is in charge of arranging these four songs. Get them done within a month."

"If you can't win, then don't go to the Bird's Nest. Just continue being a comedian on variety shows."

Xue Zhiqian sprang up from the ground.

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission! If I fail, I'll offer my head as a reward!"

He picked up the sheet music.

He rushed out of the office like a gust of wind. He didn't even close the door.

......

Salty Fish Entertainment Recording Studio.

Chang Shilei sat in front of the mixing console, holding half a meat bun in his hand.

The door was kicked open.

Xue Zhiqian rushed in and slammed four copies of the sheet music onto the mixing console.

"Brother Stone! Help!"

Chang Shilei was startled. The steamed bun fell onto the control panel.

He picked up the paper, grumbling.

Three seconds later.

"Holy crap! You bastard! You managed to squeeze another song out of the boss?!"

Chang Shilei grabbed Xue Zhiqian by the collar and dragged him into the recording studio.

"Go in! Warm up your voice! Record now!"

"Brother! Brother, I haven't even gotten used to it yet—I can't remember any of the words!"

"What words do you need! Feeling! I need the feeling! Stop talking nonsense!!"

The recording studio door was slammed shut.

The following month.

Every day, employees at the headquarters of Salty Fish Entertainment can hear horrific screams coming from the underground recording studio.

Xue Zhiqian was pressed in front of the microphone by Chang Shilei, who scrutinized every detail, word by word.

"Try again! This line doesn't feel right!"

"Again! You couldn't hit the high note! Didn't you eat?!"

"Keep going! That transition is too cheesy! Get rid of the cheesiness! Get rid of the cheesiness!"

Every day, Xue Zhiqian would emerge from the recording studio as a dried-up corpse, completely drained.

........

May 10th.

Saltyfish Entertainment's official Weibo account posted an update.

A minimalist poster.

A completely black background. A spotlight shines on the microphone stand.

The text consists of only two lines.

[Xue Zhiqian's "Extraterrestrial" World Tour - Beijing National Stadium (Bird's Nest) Station.]

June 5th. See you there!