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

Chang Shilei's voice was very soft, as if he had phlegm stuck in his throat, making it unclear.

Yu Le sat in the boss's chair, twirling a pen in his hand, and looked at this future musical genius with great interest.

Chang Shilei now is a complete tech geek who hasn't been beaten down by society yet.

A plaid shirt, jeans, and that ridiculously large backpack—his entire outfit screams "Keep away, strangers, and don't bother me, even if you know me."

Yang Nuo, being very perceptive, poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Chang Shilei.

"Drink water."

Chang Shilei's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

"Th-thank you."

"Um...Teacher Li Ming asked me to...report."

Actually, he was a hundred times unwilling to come.

Although Wheatfield Music exploits its interns, it is still a legitimate large company with top-notch equipment and opportunities to meet industry bigwigs.

Being relegated to this "Salted Fish Entertainment" place, which didn't even have a receptionist, was, in his eyes, like being exiled to Ningguta.

If Li Ming hadn't said that this Mr. Yu could also compose music, he wouldn't have come.

"Since you're here, don't be shy. Li Ming said you're quite skilled and that you participated in Hu Yanbing's album production?"

Yu Le leaned back and found a comfortable position to lie down.

When the topic turned to his professional field, Chang Shilei's timid and hesitant demeanor subsided somewhat.

"Hmm... odd jobs. Help with audio track fixing, add some vocals."

He kept his head down, his voice was very soft, and it revealed a repressed sense of unfulfilled talent.

Actually, he was quite proud inside.

In his opinion, the arrangements of those so-called popular hits on the market are as bad as a pile of shit.

It's either a formulaic pile of chords or a random jumble of sound effects, utterly devoid of soul.

If it weren't for the need to make a living and take advantage of recording studio time to create his own music, he wouldn't serve those so-called "singers" who can't even read sheet music.

As for this Mr. Yu in front of us...

I heard you wrote a poem called "Invisible Wings"?

He had heard that song before.

The melody is quite catchy, but the arrangement... is just so-so, a standard folk style with no technical sophistication.

He's probably just a lucky opportunist.

Even odd jobs are divided into different levels.

Yu Le looked at the unwilling guy in front of him.

If we don't put some pressure on him now and let him run wild, he might turn my daughter Sisi into a witch doctor when she sings.

We have to give him a taste of his own medicine, shock him, and make him realize who's in charge.

He then spoke.

"I'm a straightforward person. You can see that Xianyu Entertainment is a makeshift operation right now. But I don't support idlers or mediocre people here."

"Since Li Ming has praised you so highly, let's put your words to the test."

Chang Shilei was stunned for a moment.

This boss certainly has a big mouth.

His inner tech geek pride was instantly ignited.

So what if you're the boss? Does having money make you superior? In the world of music, only the strong have the right to speak!

"How does Mr. Yu plan to slip away?"

Chang Shilei raised his head. Although he still didn't dare to look Yu Le in the eye, his tone was no longer stuttering, but instead had a bit of a hard, barbed edge.

"Simple."

Yu Le opened the drawer, took out two crumpled A4 sheets of paper, and casually tossed them onto the table as if they were just two pieces of waste paper.

"Take a look at these two songs. Give me some ideas for the arrangement."

Chang Shilei glanced at the two pieces of paper.

The handwriting is messy and illegible, like scribbles. It's obvious that the person is an amateur who hasn't received any formal training.

He felt even more disdain.

That's it? You need a musical arrangement plan?

It's probably another one of those sentimental love songs that make no sense, or just another pop song meant to cater to the market.

Just add some guitar strumming, some bass root notes, and some drum beats, and you're done.

He stretched out two fingers and picked up the top piece of paper.

Song title: "Beauty".

This looks like something from ancient times.

Chang Shilei pursed his lips, his gaze casually sweeping over the sheet music and lyrics below.

"Swords boil wine, yet it tastes bland; for whom shall I drink this cup..."

This word... is passable.

He has a bit of a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) vibe.

Let's look at the melody again.

The opening note is not high, it follows the R&B style, but it also incorporates the vocal techniques of traditional Chinese opera.

Chang Shilei's fingers unconsciously tapped on his knees, and his mind automatically began to construct a melody.

That transition... it's quite interesting.

It's not a clumsy patchwork, but rather a very smooth integration into the rhythm of R&B.

If you use the erhu or pipa as the main instrument, and then add modern drum beats...

His brows slowly furrowed.

This song is pretty good.

But that wasn't enough to completely win him over.

After all, Hu Yanbing's album "Wenwu Shuangquan" also made a similar attempt. This combination of R&B and Chinese style, although novel, is not without precedent.

"It's alright."

Chang Shilei put down "The Beauty" and gave it a very reluctant review.

"It has a bit of Hu Yanbing's style, but to make it stand out, you need to put a lot of effort into the arrangement. Especially the middle part, if it's not handled well, it can easily become a hodgepodge."

Yu Le wasn't annoyed and continued to look at him with a smile.

"Don't rush, there's one more."

Chang Shilei snorted and picked up the second piece of paper.

Song title: "Love Me or Him".

Ha, that's even more vulgar.

It sounds like one of those overused, melodramatic love songs about a love triangle.

With a "I'll just watch you show off" attitude, he glanced at the sheet music.

First section.

What kind of chord progression is this?

Chang Shilei's fingers suddenly stopped.

This melody...something's not right.

Extremely complex, yet extremely smooth.

The key-changing technique was incredibly bold, completely breaking away from the conventional formula of pop songs, yet it was so beautiful it sent shivers down your spine.

Especially the series of high notes in the chorus, combined with the feeling of release after being suppressed to the extreme...

Chang Shilei suddenly grabbed the paper, brought it close to his eyes, and almost pressed his face against it.

He frantically simulated the arrangement in his mind.

A piano! It has to be a piano!

The intro should use a highly textured piano solo to create a sense of loneliness in the dead of night.

Then come the drums, and the bass should be muffled and deep, like a heartbeat pressing down on your chest.

When it comes to the chorus… orchestra! We absolutely have to have an orchestra! Push that sense of devastation to its peak!

This is an amazing song!

Chang Shilei's hands began to tremble.

This time it wasn't because of social anxiety, but because of excitement.

As an arranger, encountering a piece of this caliber is like an old pervert meeting a stunning beauty. The urge to strip her naked... no, to dress her in the most gorgeous clothes is simply irresistible!

"This...this song..."

Chang Shilei suddenly raised his head, and two green beams of light burst forth from his small eyes hidden behind thick glasses, like a hungry wolf seeing meat.

"Did you write this too?"

His voice trembled, carrying an almost pious questioning tone.

Yu Le shrugged, looking completely nonchalant.

"I just wrote this because I had nothing better to do. I was going to throw it in the trash, but then I thought about how expensive paper is, so I kept it."

Versailles.

A naked Versailles!

Chang Shilei felt as if he had been shot in the chest.

Is this just random writing?

You're saying this kind of work, which can win a Golden Melody Award, is just nonsense? If you were to write something serious, would you be able to reach the heavens?

He suddenly felt that the dilapidated office was no longer dilapidated.

These peeling walls, these wobbly chairs, this dust everywhere... these are all the sediment of art!

This isn't some kind of entertainment venue; this is clearly Wolonggang!

"Mr. Yu...Mr. Yu!"

Chang Shilei jumped up, knocking the chair over with a loud thud.

But he couldn't care less.

He gripped the two pieces of paper tightly in both hands.

"I'll take this job! I'll even do it for free! Please accept me!!"