Chapter 395: Chapter 394 The Song
Heroic Legend of the Condor, selecting the the song.
“Daodao, find so past the songs.”
“I understand, Master.”
After handing the task over to Daodao, Nian Shutong could eat in peace.
For lunch, she had braised noodles, beef, tomatoes, ribs, and string beans—a whole lot of things, really filling her up.
Apart from Ha Ha, everyone loved the noodles, which had absorbed the soup; each bite was like aty noodles.
After finishing the al, Daodao also had an answer.
Nian Shutong stood up and walked over to her lounge chair, comfortably lying down, making Ji Sisi next to her enviously impressed.
She quietly pinched the little bit of flesh on her waist, pondering why she was different even though they were both humans.
Why doesn’t Mr. Nian gain any weight at all, maintaining such a good figure?
At that ti, Nian Shutong wore a pair of blue loose-fitting jeans and a pale cyan long-sleeve top, both of which had a slightly antique style.
They were two completely different styles, but they looked particularly good on her.
Yet another day of envying Mr. Nian.
Envious of how she can eat without gaining weight.
With tears in her eyes, Ji Sisi followed Rubble to work—she wanted to turn her excess weight into energy and work.
Nian Shutong felt Ji Sisi looking at her, but Ji Sisi always looked at her secretly; she had gotten used to it.
“Daodao, what song? Let listen.”
“Are you ready, Master?”
“Ready.”
Nian Shutong closed her eyes, prepared to earnestly listen to the song.
“Oh my!”
Nian Shutong jolted and sat up on the lounge chair.
“I’m sorry, Master, the volu was too loud.”
Nian Shutong reclined again, addressing Daodao: “Daodao, I suspect you did that on purpose.”
“Master, how can you suspect Daodao like that?”
“Because you learned from Ghost Valley.”
Thinking about this book, Nian Shutong felt that the naive and worldly ignorant Daodao was gone forever.
The song itself was naturally fine.
But its introduction was a series of rapidly ascending strings, coupled with a background of overwhelming, sandstorm-like harmonies.
It explosively blasted in her ears, quite frightening, especially since she was unprepared.
Nian Shutong made an accusation against Daodao, but Daodao did not refute it, deciding not to admit it anyway.
Daodao turned the volu down a bit and played the song for Nian Shutong again.
“Okay, send it over, though it might not be chosen.”
As Shu Zhuo said, they simply wanted help writing a song; if it was chosen, they would certainly have to pay.
After sorting out the song, Nian Shutong continued to head to the industrial zone, busy for a few more days before she could start building the factory.
Fu Yunhe was also quite busy, he had to work with Rubble to construct a security system for Blue Star.
Only when everything was managed could he feel relieved to go to school.
Everyone was busy, and the song Nian Shutong chose had almost instantly arrived at the Heroic Legend of the Condor’s song selection email.
At that mont, inside an office, the interstellar-famous director, Mu Sheng, sat in the middle, with various crew mbers on both sides of the table.
They were selecting the the song.
The TV drama had entered its final editing phase, and thanks to interstellar technology, it was about to be finished any minute; yet they hadn’t settled on a the song.
Director Mu Sheng always felt the submitted songs were too trivial and didn’t match the heroic worldly society.
“Director, Shu Zhuo from Earth Bar has sent over a song, do you want to listen to it?”
Earth Bar?
Mu Sheng didn’t have much impression of him, after all, he wasn’t very famous, was he? Who knew Earth Bar had written just one hit song.
However, since it was recomnded by Shu Zhuo, so courtesy had to be extended.
Of course, the final decision would definitely be his.
In his crew, Mu Sheng was the absolute ruler, not accepting any underhanded dealings.
Therefore, Mu Sheng was also known as the Director Emperor, suprely arrogant.
“Play it.”
Director Mu Sheng, like Nian Shutong, closed his eyes. Except, he was distressed and didn’t hold much hope.
The staff below began to control the Light Computer, preparing to play the song.
“Turn the volu up.”
Director Mu Sheng said with his eyes closed, as the previously played song was too soft, making it sowhat hard to hear.
“Yes, Director.”
The employee turned the volu up to the maximum and clicked play.
“Ah—-Ah—Ah—Ah-Ah—”
At that instant, everyone beca alert.
Not even getting to any lyrics yet, just an intro captured everyone’s ears, especially attracting Director Mu Sheng.
He opened his eyes and listened intently.
The lody was grand and bold, spirited, instantly imrsing you in a desert under the burning sun.
Then, a female voice appeared.
“Vaguely dreaming, as if to et.”
Next, a male voice, it turned out to be a duet.
“Uncovering life, ending the sorrow and resentnt.”
Harmony appeared so quickly, sothing the director had not expected, yet it seed so fitting.
“Accompanying to the ends of the earth.”
Following that, a line from the man, then from the woman, one after another, interweaving ceaselessly, adding the charm that Director Mu Sheng had been searching for.
“Chasing the grasslands… cold wind blows.”
…
“Born through countless trials yet held in the heart, torn between duty and affection.”
Mid-song, Director Mu Sheng repeatedly mumbled, “Torn between duty and affection.”
Good!
“Decided, we’ll use this song.”
Director Mu Sheng swept away the gloom in his mind, looked at the staff opposite him, and inquired, “What’s the na of this song?”
“Iron Blood and Red Heart.”
“Iron Blood and Red Heart, Iron Blood and Red Heart. What a na, Iron Blood and Red Heart.”
Even the na alone left Director Mu Sheng extrely satisfied.
“Ha ha ha ha! Good! Hurry up with the editing, it airs tomorrow.”
“The one who wrote this song, keep his contact information; we’ll find him again next ti. Really well written!”
Director Mu Sheng, truly excited, was practically dancing, finally about to air.
“Well written indeed, it helps that he’s good friends with the author.”
The following sentence made Director Mu Sheng, who was standing, curiously ask,
“Who is friends with whom?”
Mu Sheng’s assistant director stood up and replied, “The guy who wrote this song from Earth Bar is good friends with the author of Heroic Legend of the Condor.”
The assistant director looked at the director, who was initially happy but now seed ready to devour him.
“Director, why…why are you looking at like that?”
“What do you think?” Director Mu Sheng spoke through gritted teeth, almost audible grinding.
“This important information, and you’re only bringing it up now?”
The assistant director, backing away, explained,
“Director, you said, no personal connections! I was just following your rule!”
The director’s gaze beca even more chilling.
“So it’s my fault now?”
“No, no, it’s my fault, my fault.” The assistant director had reached the door and dashed out.
“Director, I’ll go oversee the airing for tomorrow!”
And he ran.
Director Mu Sheng looked around the empty office and couldn’t help but think, why are they all so afraid of him?
He wasn’t going to eat them, was he? It would just be a thrashing, that’s all.
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