Almighty in the city

Because he stayed at Starbucks for a while longer than expected, when Bai Yifan drove back to the CCTV "office building", it was already time for dinner.

I took the elevator from the underground garage, and almost never encountered the situation of being stopped by the middle floor, and I went directly to the eleventh floor of the recording studio rented by Warner Records.

At the entrance of the recording studio, Liang Dawei was chatting with Ma Li. Hearing the footsteps, he looked up and found that Bai Yifan was back. He immediately greeted with a smile: "Brother Bai, you are finally here. We are almost starving to death—" —Hurry up, let me see what you brought back?"

Bai Yifan smiled and handed the two bags he was carrying, and pushed open the door of the recording studio.

In the recording studio, everyone is still busy nervously.

Han Hao and the main producers of this album are now gathered around the console outside the recording room.

Han Hao was holding a pair of high-fidelity headphones in his hand. While listening to Lin Xiner's singing from the headphones, he stared at the various data on the LCD display of the console intently.

The professional sound engineer is constantly operating various machines on the recording table, adjusting the average value of various data on the LCD display.

The appearance of Bai Yifan did not attract the attention of Han Hao and the others. Even the other staff in the recording studio just smiled and said hello, without making any noise to influence Han Hao and the others.

Lin Xin'er, who was singing, saw Bai Yifan walking in through the transparent soundproof glass of the recording studio, and smiled and waved at him.

Bai Yifan also smiled slightly and signaled her to work hard and not to be distracted.

Since he wrote six bilingual songs that day, everyone in Han Hao’s team, like chicken blood, has been rushing to produce this album almost every minute and every second, even at the beginning. Lin Xin'er, who should have been relatively free, was also as busy as fighting.

These days, just auditioning and revising the score have been repeated more than a hundred times.

Even if the level of science and technology in this parallel world is really advanced, you can use a computer to completely simulate the sounds of various musical instruments, but in order to determine whether the background music of "Blue and White Porcelain" is mainly string or wind, Han Hao asked The tuner has repeatedly tried nearly a hundred combinations, but has not yet been fully determined.

This kind of "ingenuity" of pursuing the ultimate, even Bai Yifan, who doesn't like men from the North, can't help but admire Han Hao a little—

One minute on stage, ten years off stage.

Any success is by no means a fluke. When other music producers are envied and hated by Han Hao's two superb auras, "Asia's most ace music producer" and "Northern country treasure-level music producer", they are not. You will know what kind of persistence and dedication lie behind these two brilliant titles.

Of course, this is also because Han Hao is now creating an album for Lin Xin'er. If the target is changed to someone else, maybe Bai Yifan will go up and ridicule in minutes.

After a full half an hour, the tense working atmosphere inside and outside the recording studio, Han Hao said "OK, everyone is working hard, let's get here in the morning" and instantly relax.

"Ouba, give me food, I think I can eat a four-person lunch in one go." Lin Xiner came out of the studio and immediately threw herself into Bai Yifan's arms. Teacher Minhao is good at everything, but sometimes it's crazy to work."

"It's also to make your album more invulnerable." Bai Yifan smiled and touched her head, pointing to the food that had been placed on the table, "You want Quanjude roast duck, Ding Taifeng's crab buns and seafood porridge."

Lin Xin'er shook her pretty nose, and seemed to have already smelled the scent from the crisper, and immediately pulled Bai Yifan to the table.

At this time, in the lobby on the first floor of the CCTV "office building" in Block B, Cheng Hao, Li Enyou and others, who had just returned from eating outside, were taking a leisurely pace toward the elevator entrance.

Behind the few people, a few tall black-clothed and sunglasses bodyguards looked very eye-catching, and they exuded a breath of "no one else enters" from a distance.

"Chengyou, the production of the album needs to be tightened." Cheng Hao looked up at Li Enyou after reading a message on his mobile phone. "I just received the news from the company. The president is Lin Xin'er. That new album was specially approved for another three months."

"What, the president gave Lin Xin'er three more months?" Li Enyou was surprised, "Why? Why?"

"It is said that Han Hao personally called and asked the president." Cheng Hao's expression did not change too much. "It seems that it was because he suddenly overturned the original idea of ​​the whole album and wanted to recreate a different idea. New album."

Li Enyou's face showed a deep jealousy unabashedly: "Han Hao is crazy! He and Lin Xin'er are not relatives, why are they so dedicated to the album? And, When he did this, it seemed that it was a breach of contract. When the time comes, the company has every reason not to pay him, and even make him pay a liquidated damages—"

"Do you think the company will do this?" Cheng Hao glanced at him. "Unless the president's head is flooded, how could he possibly offend this national treasure-level music producer-but this is fine, Lin Xin'er It’s definitely impossible to catch up with our progress. We have to use the time they are redoing the album to fire up your album first. At that time, I will be in the company for you. Get more resource tilt."

While talking, several people have already entered one of the elevators.

Seeing that the elevator doors were slowly closing, a sudden rush of high-heeled shoes came in: "Wait a minute!"

The next moment, a hand directly stuck the elevator door that was about to close.

However, when the elevator doors were reopened, there was a disgusting voice from inside and outside the elevator at the same time: "Why are you?!"