Superstars of Tomorrow

"Mr. Fang is the nineteenth and last invitee." You Chuan smiled and looked at Fang Zhao with a serious tone, "But if Mr. Fang has other plans, or feels that the time is too If you are tight, you can also refuse. I forgot to mention just now that the first draft of the music must be made before March."

You Chuan also observed Fang Zhao's expression when he was talking. He could feel that this young man was different from other people of the same age when Fang Zhao came in. He didn't pretend to be calm, and even looked at the flamingo on their chest When marking the sign, he only showed a little surprise, neither intentionally concealing nor deliberately suppressing excitement.

But now, after being told that I can be invited together with well-known masters from other continents to make the soundtrack for the opening animation of the game produced by the famous Flamingo Company, I don’t feel much excitement. I just sit there and listen carefully. Like just... listening to a report.

Listen to the report?

You Chuan was taken aback by the metaphor that suddenly flashed in his mind, and then found it funny again, probably because his schedule was too tight recently and he was busy sending out invitations everywhere, so he had this hallucination. Putting aside the thoughts in his head, You Chuan looked at Fang Zhao again, only to see Fang Zhao's fingers resting casually on his legs tapping, but he couldn't find a pattern, and Fang Zhao himself... seemed to be distracted.

"Cough!" Duan Qianji next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and coughed to remind Fang Zhao.

Fang Zhao's fingers paused, and he turned to look at You Chuan, "I need to watch the opening animation first."

You Chuan thought to himself: Can you still hear what you just said when you are distracted?

"Yes. But Mr. Fang needs to sign a non-disclosure agreement first." Chuan You said. Fang Zhao's request is very reasonable, if Fang Zhao hastily agrees without even watching the clip, then he will disappoint You Chuan.

"I understand the rules."

After the confidentiality agreement was signed, You handed Fang Zhao a miniature projector in the shape of a palm-sized flamingo logo.

The image was projected into the air, and Fang Zhao carefully watched the two-minute opening animation. In fact, "animation" is just a customary name handed down by the industry. After seeing this video, Fang Zhao found that the realism is too high, as if it was shot in real scene. The movie is poor.

While Fang Zhao was watching the two-minute opening clip, You Chuan was still watching Fang Zhao, assessing in his heart whether this person was really capable of creating music of that quality, and whether there was a possibility of continued cooperation.

Fang Zhao looked at it seriously, and at the same time tapped his fingers again, not much, and You Chuan couldn't see the pattern.

At the end of the two-minute video clip, Fang Zhao turned his head and preached to you: "Yes, one month is enough."

Everyone else in the room looked at Fang Zhao, and it was too late for Duan Qianji to stop Fang Zhao just now. Beaver, another Flamingo employee sitting next to You Chuan, stared even more, as if he couldn't believe that Fang Zhao was so confident. Confidence is good, but being overconfident is stupid.

Biver followed You Chuan to invite 18 creative parties, and some of these 18 creative parties were a little reluctant when they heard the time limit of "before March", but after watching the opening animation , several of them gave the statement of "doing their best", which means that they can only do their best, but they do not guarantee that they will be able to create before March this year. The higher they fly, the more they cherish their feathers. If you are satisfied, you will take it out. If you are not satisfied, you would rather give up a great opportunity than let it damage your reputation.

However, Fang Zhao, who was the last in the list of 19, had the lowest status, and was not a well-known creator at all, but after watching the opening scene, he agreed so confidently!

Biver couldn't help but want to say something, but was stopped by You Chuan's eyes, and could only swallow back the words he was about to utter.

"Then, I'm looking forward to the good news."

You Chuan didn't stay here for long. After saying goodbye, he took Biver and left directly from the garage on the top floor. The flying car driven by You Chuan and the others does not have any obvious flamingo logo, it is low-key and inconspicuous. They still don't want the outside world to know that the background sound of the opening animation has not been finalized when the game is approaching the release.

In the car, Biver asked You Chuan puzzledly, "Why don't you ask more? Try to see if Fang Zhao is really the creator of those three movements, and whether he really has the ability to make enough music in more than a month. Quality work?"

It’s the end of January now, and it’s basically only February, which means that it’s made before March. Within a month, how difficult is it to make a piece of music that can match a large-scale game project? , even if the insider is a novice, he should understand.

You Chuan shook his head with a smile, "Those are meaningless. We don't know Fang Zhao, nor Silver Wing. Everything is speculation. The answer will be revealed when he passes on his work."

After You Chuan and the two left, Duan Qianji no longer had any scruples: "Fang Zhao, this matter cannot be forced. If you feel unsure, there is still time to take back what you said before." As long as You Chuan and the two did not leave Yanzhou, Duan Qianji Qianji can stop people first.

"I don't force it. I agreed to accept the invitation because I can guarantee that within a month, I will make a work that I am satisfied with. As for whether they like it or not... I can't guarantee it."

"Besides the four movements of "A Hundred Years of Extinction", do you still have the inspiration to create music of that quality?" Duan Qianji was surprised. Although she is not a composer, she also knows how important inspiration is to creation. At this point in time, the deputy team leader personally went to each continent to issue invitations. It can be seen that the soundtrack of this opening animation is not small.

"It wasn't there before, but now it is."

Duan Qianji looked at Fang Zhao and was silent for two seconds, "Okay, I understand."

Fang Zhao went downstairs to continue to stare at the production of the fourth movement. In Duan Qianji's office, an assistant was worried and puzzled, and asked, "Duan Dong, is it okay to hand it over to Fang Zhao?" The quality of the produced works cannot meet the requirements of Flamingo, will Flamingo hate their company?

"Do you think the specialists in the Flamingo sound effects team are reliable in terms of understanding and selection of music?" Duan Qianji asked.

The assistant didn't say a word, because the question was too simple. Unreliable to stay in Flamingo until now? You Chuan also said before that the invitation was sent to Fang Zhao because of the intention of the leader of their sound effects team. Can a person who can be the head of the sound effects team of Flamingo, the world's top game producer, be a brain-dead?

Duan Qianji will not really use this to test them, but just use this topic to tell them one thing:

"As far as I know, You Chuan sent out an invitation again this time urgently. There are 19 producers, and there is only one in Yanzhou."

In Yanzhou, Silverwing's "Flying Horse", Niguang's "Metal Craze" and Lushan Shihua's "Four Dimensions", the ace copyright music studios of the three companies, have all cooperated with Flamingo. Silver Wing used to be a virtual idol, but as You Chuan said, the various departments of Flamingo Company have different divisions of labor, and each performs its duties without interfering with each other. Virtual idols are virtual idols, music is music, You Chuan and they are only in charge of music.

On the other hand, after Fang Zhao returned to the department, he didn't mention anything about the flamingo's invitation to him. The others didn't say anything when they saw Fang Zhao, and they didn't ask. They don't have high demands, as long as they work hard and get paid.

Sitting in his office, Fang Zhao took out a notebook and began to write the score, writing down the inspiration that came to his mind when he was watching the two-minute video just now.

The first three movements of the Hundred Years of Extinction were composed by Fang Zhao in his previous life. After his rebirth, he only slightly modified and re-arranged the music. The fourth movement is a collection of inspirations after his rebirth. But now, these intermittent characters on the paper are a collection of inspiration after he went to the Martyrs Cemetery today and watched the opening scene passed by You.

After the first draft was written, Fang Zhao continued to think about today's experience, especially the martyrs' cemetery and the two-minute opening scene. The first draft needs to be revised, so Fang Zhao is continuing to look for places that can be changed to make it better.

At this time, Zeng Huang came to look for him.

"Da Zhao, the progress of the fourth movement is very smooth, and it may be completed before the 25th. You said that once the fourth movement is completed, our department will be on vacation. Wanyue and I will not go back as in previous years. "

Zeng Huang's "going back" refers to Yanbei City, where they were born. After the family accident that year, the government gave a lot of compensation, and several relatives were greedy for his compensation, but Zeng Huang just kept holding the compensation in his hands. The situation on Wanyue's side is similar, but not as serious as Zenghuang's. However, Wanyue doesn't want to go back either. The two of them haven't been back to Yanbei City since college.

"Did you come with us on the anniversary? Anyway, it's just me and Wanyue, one more person will make it more lively. This year, we will change to a new house, the place is bigger, and the guest room has already been prepared." Zeng Huang said.

Fang Sheng betrayed them, and now I don't know where the prison is. Xi Hong also didn't show up after breaking up with Fang Zhao. This year's anniversary, I am afraid that Fang Zhao will be alone... No, there is also a dog.

"I won't go to your place anymore." Seeing what Zeng Huang wanted to say, Fang Zhao said first, "I'll go back this year."

"Go back?" Zeng Huang obviously didn't expect Fang Zhaohui to be this choice, because they were all in college and never went back. When he first went to college, he heard Fang Zhao said that he never wanted to go back. At that time, Fang Zhao seemed to be in conflict with his second uncle.

Without knowing the specific situation of Fang Zhao's family, all Zeng Huang heard was Fang Zhao's complaints, so when he heard Fang Zhao said that he wanted to go back, Zeng Huang was surprised and suspicious at first.

Fang Zhao didn't say anything, but just called out an email in his bracelet and showed it to Zeng Huang.

[Second Uncle: Are you coming back for this year's anniversary? (10:23 p.m., January 20)]

[Fang Zhao: Come back. (January 21 at 7:02 AM)]

[Second Uncle: What happened? ! (January 21 at 7:36 AM)]

[Second Uncle: What did you change your communication number for? (January 21 at 7:36 AM)]

[Second Uncle: My communication number is ****, call me back! (January 21 at 7:37am)]

...

Zeng Huang looked at the full page of email messages, only one of which was Fang Zhao's reply, and the others were all sent by Fang Zhao's second uncle. Probably also surprised by Fang Zhao's reply. I haven't been back for more than six years, and I get a "no reply" answer every year. This year, Fang Zhao and his second uncle may be ready to receive "no reply" again. Unexpectedly, the word "no" is missing!

This, this, this... something must have happened!

This was the second uncle Fang Zhao's first thought, so he asked in a hurry.

"You haven't called your second uncle yet?" Zeng Huang thought that Fang Zhao didn't want to reply on purpose.

However, Fang Zhao really forgot. He had just finished solving the matter of Pang Pusong and Fu Yingtian's military service quota this morning, when he was called upstairs by Duan Qianji, and just after he came down to read the reminder message, he was told about Fang Sheng, and went to the police station again Martyrs Cemetery, when I came back, I was called to go up to the top floor again to talk about the custom song with the Flamingo. Now that Zeng Huang mentioned it, Fang Zhao remembered that he had received a lot of messages, but he didn't reply.

There's no way, Fang Zhao didn't have any relatives at all in the late apocalypse in his previous life, and now he couldn't even think of going there for the first time.

"I forgot." Fang Zhao said.

Zeng Huang's face was full of disbelief. Before leaving the office, he persuaded: "Talk to your second uncle carefully. I think they should be sincere to you. It's getting late, so hurry up and call back. If your second uncle thinks something happened to you, how about calling the police to find someone?" manage?"

Fang Zhao turned his head and looked out the window. It was indeed late, and it was already dark.