I became a music industry godfather by writing confidantes.

Chapter 018 Not a Jinshi Person

Seven minutes later.

The demo of "Painting Heart" has finished playing.

Wang Shihui took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "You brat, you wrote a song just to slap me in the face, didn't you?"

"Old Giegie, you're being a bit too presumptuous," Yang Du said, spreading his hands. "Honestly, before stepping into your office today, I didn't even know what the client's specific requirements were."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shihui was about to retort, but the words caught in his throat, and he didn't know where to begin.

Also.

Only he knew the requirements for the theme song in "Life After Life: Falling Flowers".

If Yang Du didn't write a song specifically for this purpose, then it means he pulled it out of his archives...

Thinking of this, Wang Shihui suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

He's a producer who's been in the industry for years, and he's been racking his brains over a theme song these past few days. And then, out of nowhere, some young upstart just casually pulls out a song, and it just so happens...

I'm annoyed, but also a little envious.

What's going on?

"Let's talk about the song itself." Wang Shihui sulked to himself for a moment, "There are two questions."

He held up one finger: "First, this isn't Chinese style in the standard sense. Your arrangement uses a lot of Western strings, and there's not a single traditional folk instrument like the guzheng, qin, erhu, or pipa."

"Secondly, and most importantly, this song is very demanding. The chorus goes straight to C6, which is not a high note in the ordinary sense; it falls into the category of whistle notes, and it is very difficult to control. It is very difficult to sing this song well."

The average person might not have a strong concept of a whistle, but if you use the word "dolphin sound," everyone should know what it means.

"But it's really good. I have to send them the demo to listen to."

Wang Shihui had just opened WeChat when he suddenly remembered that Xiaoyang was in Yang Du's hands. Just as he was about to speak, a call interface popped up on his phone.

Wang Shihui smiled after glancing at the caller ID.

"Speak of the devil, and he appears. It's the director on the phone."

The director happened to be nearby on business, so Wang Shihui quickly asked him to come over.

Less than twenty minutes after I hung up the phone, the office door was pushed open.

The director who came in was a stout middle-aged man, and next to him was a smartly dressed middle-aged woman, who was the picky producer that Wang Shihui had mentioned earlier.

As soon as the two entered, they saw Yang Du on the sofa. He was a handsome young man.

"Uncle Wang!" the director joked with a smile, "Is this your new apprentice? He's really good-looking, with that image and that demeanor, it's a pity he's not a star."

Yang Du greeted the two politely.

Wang Shihui's lips twitched, but he didn't respond to that: "Forget about apprentices for now, let's listen to the song first, and then we'll talk."

Seven minutes later.

The director and producer exchanged a glance, and both saw four words in each other's eyes—utterly astonishing.

Director Seal clapped and praised, "Great! That's exactly the feeling. That's the kind of Chinese style combined with a poignant beauty that we wanted."

He excitedly gestured with both hands, saying, "When I was listening to the song just now, what came to mind was the climactic scene in the peach blossom forest at the end of the movie. On one side, there were falling petals, and on the other side, there was the pain of separation and death. Isn't that exactly what Mo Qianchen and Si Jin's love and longing across lifetimes in 'Life After Life of Falling Flowers' is all about?"

Finally, still seemingly unsatisfied, he turned to the producer beside him and asked, "Mr. Zhao, what do you think?"

Although the producer wasn't as excited as the director, his eyes were shining, and the gloom that had been weighing on his heart for days was swept away.

The movie was aimed at the August summer season, and the final cut was completed in mid-March, but the most important incidental music had not been found to be suitable. Now we can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Therefore, she did not hesitate to shower her with praise.

"Great, it's perfect. Not only does it resonate emotionally, but the high notes in the chorus are marketing material that's absolutely devastating."

Several marketing plans flashed through her mind as she continued, "This song is highly recognizable. We can extract the climax and upload it to short video platforms, and also launch a nationwide challenge... a challenge about that..."

At this point, she suddenly paused, unable to find the right term: "It's the one in the chorus, the one where the voice goes really high..."

"Dolphin voice," Yang Du said, offering a timely reminder.

"Hey, right, right, dolphin voice." General Manager Zhao clapped his hands and continued, "Think about it, if we post something like 'National Challenge: Dolphin Voice' on Douyin, it'll definitely generate a lot of buzz."

"We're not only going to use it as background music, but also as the movie's promotional song!"

Wang Shihui snorted. Last time you were nitpicking, you weren't so easy to talk to like this. So he deliberately reminded her, "This song isn't Chinese style at all. It's very different from the mournful Chinese style you mentioned back then."

"How about we choose another song?"

The sourness in his words was palpable.

"Oh, Uncle Wang, no way!" The director quickly got up, went behind Wang Shihui and fawned over him, massaging his shoulders. "What Chinese style or not? We're filmmakers, not musicians. We don't know all that stuff. When we asked for something, we just wanted a general feeling."

"Please don't mind, sir!" After a pause, he suggested, "If you really mind, then come home with me now. My dad somehow got hold of a bottle of wine, he treasures it. Let's have a good drink tonight to make amends."

"Yes, we're just laymen, how could we know as much as you?" The producer chimed in with a smile, "Teacher Wang, you truly are a veteran in the music industry, your skills are still sharp, you can tell just by looking at your work."

Wang Shihui was initially quite pleased with himself, but suddenly his face turned red.

"Painting Heart" is not his work.

He coughed twice tactically and pointed at Yang Du, who was sitting on the sofa watching the show: "Alright, alright, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, I didn't write this song, he's the author."

"what?"

The director gaped, stopped massaging, and stared blankly at Yang Du's excessively young face, his expression one of utter disbelief.

Such a sophisticated-sounding song... was written by such a young man?

Is this reasonable?

"The music industry is truly full of hidden talents." The producer reacted quickly, his embarrassment only flashing across his face for a moment before he immediately put on a mature smile and showered Yang Du with praise.

Then he asked, "Don't you know the name of this song?"

"Painting Heart".

"Painting the Heart... Great!" Upon hearing the title, the director rubbed his hands excitedly. "Painting the skin and bones is easy, but painting the heart is difficult. Great, this title is excellent."

"Isn't there a scene in the movie where Mo Qianchen tests Si Jin's sincerity in a dream world and doubts her relationship with the second male lead, Pei Yunzheng? It's such a perfect fit. It's settled then, we'll use 'Painting Heart' as the theme song and promotional song."

With the issue of the incident finally resolved, the director and producer began planning the subsequent publicity and distribution schedule.

The quality of "Painting Heart" is so high that the promotion and distribution of "Life After Life: Falling Flowers" also needs to be adjusted accordingly.

In their pleasant conversation, the two showered Yang Du with praise once again.

When the conversation turned to which female singer should be invited to sing "Painting Heart", Wang Shihui suddenly thought of a question that had been previously overlooked.

"Hey, wait a minute, Yang Du, you little brat—" Wang Shihui stood up, pointing at Yang Du, "How come I remember you weren't one of Jinshi's people!"

The office suddenly fell silent.

Silence reigned.