GBP Chapter 106 Classic Scenes
Chapter 106 Classic Scenes
It was already 10 p.m. when we arrived at the agreed location.
To ensure everyone could sleep, the Luofu landscape was completely dark. Zhou Yuan, dressed entirely in black, seemed to blend into the night, and his sudden appearance startled Fu Xuan.
His previous trousers had long been destroyed, and he was now wearing a brand new pair of black trousers.
"Come in." Fu Xuan nodded to Zhou Yuan and led him into an unassuming room.
Upon entering, one discovers that the room is brightly lit and surprisingly spacious, covering an area of several tens of square meters.
The tables, chairs, and utensils were neatly arranged, and there were more than a dozen people busy at work. Zhou Yuan glanced over and saw that they were doing post-production work on the series they had filmed during the day.
The scene before his eyes felt just like being back at the company, making him feel weak. He suddenly realized that the salary Jingyuan paid wasn't very high.
What method can cure the problem of feeling sleepy as soon as I get to the office?
Zhou Yuan complained as he and Fu Xuan entered a soundproof room, where the noise from the outside offices couldn't penetrate at all.
She pointed to the various instruments in the room and said to everyone:
"Then I'll leave it to you. Please make sure to finish composing the ending theme song by noon tomorrow."
“These people are all composers who are proficient in multiple instruments. I hope you can exchange creative ideas and strive to finish this as soon as possible,” she explained to Zhou Yuan.
Zhou Yuan glanced at the other three people in the room and nodded to Fu Xuan: "Don't worry, Fu Taibu, with the help of these three, I can finish composing and arranging music within an hour, let alone composing it."
"...I hope so."
Fu Xuan left the house to oversee the post-production editing. Before Zhou Yuan could introduce himself, one of the younger-looking men spoke first.
He appears to be the leader of the three.
"You are Zhou Yuan, right? No matter what, please cooperate with our work."
"I heard you're a self-taught artist, and this is your first time participating in a creative project, so please don't use your hobby to question our professionalism... okay?"
He seemed somewhat annoyed by Zhou Yuan's earlier words and wanted to regain control of the creative process.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuan frowned slightly, but considering that these locals of the Immortal Ship were all ancient monsters who had lived for countless years and whose perspectives should be quite unique, he did not refute them.
He nodded instead: "Then I'll just offer my comments."
“Very good.” Upon hearing this, the young composer smiled.
The group quickly assembled and began trying to create their first demo.
However, Zhou Yuan slowly shook his head after listening:
"No, according to the era the song describes, we should add some guzheng music to the chorus...and perhaps the melody should also be changed."
To be honest, he didn't insist on pairing the lyrics with a specific melody. As long as it was suitable and sounded good, he was perfectly willing to accept it even if the arrangement was completely different.
In his opinion, the music was completely out of place... It was supposed to be a song praising the life of the First Emperor, but the music sounded like funeral music.
"...It's really unnecessary to ask for your opinion." The young man sneered and turned to call Fu Xuan over.
“Lord Taibu, Zhou Yuan doesn’t understand music composition at all, or even appreciation! Can we create our own music without taking his advice?” he said to Fu Xuan.
Seeing Fu Xuan looking at him, Zhou Yuan could only shrug helplessly.
Could it be a difference in aesthetic taste? I find it awkward to listen to...
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid that won't work." Remembering the general's instructions when he left, Fu Xuan slowly said, "He's not only writing the lyrics, but also performing them, so you all need to reach a consensus. Why don't you discuss it again?"
"Huh? Me?" Zhou Yuan asked in surprise.
"Shall I sing?"
Speaking of Zhou Yuan's past singing works, there's so much to say that it would take three days and three nights to finish... When he was in a good mood, his favorite thing to do was to sing on Tiantian K Ge. After he finished singing, he never listened to it, but released it directly. His main purpose was to torture the audience, and he was once revered as a singing immortal.
They actually want me to sing the ending theme song, amazing... Zhou Yuan didn't know how to comment. In front of everyone, he could only say calmly, "Fu Taibu, that's a different price."
The young composer was furious. He glanced at Zhou Yuan, then at Fu Xuan, and suddenly said, "Grand Diviner! If you can't let us create on our own, then you should find someone else!"
"To be honest, we felt a lot of pressure arranging this ending theme song..."
Then he began to complain, trying to use this as a reason to kick Zhou Yuan out of the creative team.
“This…” Upon hearing this, Fu Xuan fell into deep thought.
The three people in front of us are the best composers that the Immortal Ship could urgently summon. If they all quit, it will inevitably affect the release of the series. But if we satisfy them, wouldn't that be tripping up Zhou Yuan, the lead actor?
The management of the Immortal Ship is really lax. Can they even throw a tantrum and refuse this semi-official mission now? Zhou Yuan glanced at the young composer and muttered to himself.
Okay, fine, now that a "brainless villain" has finally jumped out, I should logically think of a way to give him a good thrashing...
A moment later, the abnormality in his body interrupted his thoughts. His small head seemed to go berserk and began to launch a frenzied attack on his large head, causing Zhou Yuan to quickly turn red.
"That son of a bitch, he drugged me!"
Zhou Yuan immediately understood what had happened. He cursed inwardly, his gaze hesitant, before quickly locking onto Fu Xuan.
"Fu Taibu..." He couldn't care less about the current situation and asked, "Would it be convenient for you to come out with me for a moment?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Xuan nodded and walked out of the soundproof room with Zhou Yuan: "What is it?"
"Hmm... maybe a little further out?"
The two walked out of the office area and came to a corner of the building.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
"Fu Taibu, I..." Zhou Yuan was panting heavily. He stepped forward and pressed Fu Xuan against the wall.
"You! Zhou Yuan, what are you doing?" Fu Xuan was shocked and instinctively struggled, but he couldn't move at all.
Zhou Yuan's hands were like iron clamps, holding her down tightly.
"You...you're joking, let me go!" she hissed.
"Fu Taibu, I can't hold back any longer."
"If you can't hold it in, go to the toilet," Fu Xuan had never seen such a scene in all her years of life. After understanding Zhou Yuan's meaning, she immediately blushed.
"Do you know what you're doing? This is illegal!"
"Think about the other people on the train; what you're doing could implicate them too!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuan regained some clarity, took a deep breath, and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Taoist divination, where is the toilet?"
Fu Xuan pointed out the way to Zhou Yuan, who immediately ran off.
......
An hour later.
Zhou Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and, after being disinfected, finally returned to the soundproof room.
The state of enlightenment he was in made his mind exceptionally clear, and he had already devised a plan.
Ignoring the composers' indignant looks, Zhou Yuan immediately summoned Fu Xuan: "Fu Taibu, I can handle the composition, arrangement, and singing all by myself. Just give me a starship, and I'll give you a satisfactory ending theme song in less than three hours."
The two remained as tacit as ever, as if nothing had happened before.
Before Fu Xuan could even speak, the young composer couldn't help but chime in:
"If you can do this all by yourself, I'll kneel down and call you father!"
They stopped work for so long just to wait for Zhou Yuan, which infuriated him.
"No, just give me some money." Zhou Yuan quickly waved his hand.
"Alright! If you can really finish the song in three hours, I'll give you one million credits! If you don't finish, you'll give me one million. Do you dare!"
"Just one million?"
"That ten million! Do you dare?" Seeing that Zhou Yuan was still provoking him, the young composer acted impulsively and blurted out a string of numbers.
"Good! You have guts!" Zhou Yuan accepted the bet with a faint smile, then turned to Fu Xuan, "Then I'll ask Fu Taibu to be my witness... Please prepare a starship for me."
"Don't you dare drive off in that starship!" the young composer mocked.
Zhou Yuan ignored him, took the Starship key handed to him by the staff, and sped off to the Starry Sky Train.
If we're talking about art that's "achieved in one fell swoop," what can compare to the light cone of Liuguang Yiting?
I'm going to take this ten million today!