193: Let me hear how messed up the music production department is

Fan Mingrui walked in with a smile, "It's nothing, don't be nervous. The Music Production Department really needs some stimulation, and your ideas are quite good. Everyone often says that today's songs are not as good as those from the 2000s, and we can indeed learn something from the music of that era."

The director got up, wanting to make room.

Fan Mingrui pressed his shoulder, "You sit. This is your home ground. I'll listen to what level of music they sent you. I'll have a good talk with Minister Bai later."

The producer poured him a cup of tea.

"Thank you," Fan Mingrui took it and looked at the large screen. The image had already returned to the computer desktop. "Didn't one just arrive? I think I just saw music downloading. That one."

Fan Mingrui smiled and sat down.

The director nodded, "We haven't had time to listen yet, so it's perfect to do it together. Thank you, Manager Fan, for providing us with some suggestions for our soundtrack from a musical perspective."

Fan Mingrui chuckled, "I don't know much about your animation, so I can't really offer suggestions. I can only listen from a musical perspective and then remind the Music Production Department later."

"You're too modest," the director said, giving the music director a look, signaling him to play the song.

The next moment, a melodious piano sound rang out, like moonlight scattering on a quiet lake, creating faint ripples. Immediately after, the sounds of a flute, pipa, and erhu gradually joined in. It had both theKill (solemn and killing) feel of the martial arts world and a hint of tenderness and sorrow, slowly unfolding a classical martial arts scroll.

"The color of moonlight, the scent of a woman, a broken sword in tears, how long will love last."

The voice was gentle and slightly hoarse, like a swordsman softly recounting past events, lonely and cold. The chivalrous tenderness of the martial arts world's men and women was released in solitude under the moonlight.

As soon as the singing began, the four people present were all stunned.

The director slowly sat up straight, his back even getting goosebumps.

This was the feeling!

Under tyranny, personal emotions are as hazy as moonlight. Swordsmen who uphold chivalry bear too much; they must restrain their emotions because emotions are their weakness. They can't help but fall in love, but they must forcefully bury and endure this love.

The melody of these 12 characters perfectly depicted that feeling of silence and endurance. It was truly wonderful!

Although Fan Mingrui didn't know the anime's content, he was also drawn into the martial arts world by this line of singing, feeling the character's heartbreak and helplessness.

He slowly looked at the director.

Is this still called perfunctory? What is this anime trying to do?

But he also didn't want to interrupt the singing and continued to listen in silence.

"A lonely soul, drifting with the wind, who would think of a lovesick man?"

"In this battlefield of the mortal world, among a thousand armies, who can claim to be king?"

Fan Mingrui's brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze became increasingly serious.

The arrangement, lyrics, and singing were all excellent.

Especially the singing, the vibrato and glissando were very smooth.

However, before he could finish praising, the string section's scales quickly ascended, and the emotion rapidly became impassioned, as if the moonlight wanted to pierce through the clouds.

The next moment, a high note was pushed up with a strong chest voice.

"Who dares to brave the emotional pass?"

"Gazing at the bright moon, the heart is sorrowful—"

Fan Mingrui's mouth was slightly agape.

At "over the emotional pass," the beginning was pushed up with a chest voice, maintaining the same timbre, so steady! What was even more amazing was how many turns he made in these 12 characters? It truly was like passing through an emotional pass.

By "heart is sorrowful," the breath was long and drawn out like a sigh, sighing away all the sorrow in his heart.

He sang so well!

The music continued, and soon three minutes passed.

The singing also came to an end.

"A thousand years of hatred, tasted in reincarnation, eyes closed, who is the most arrogant?"

"The impermanence of this world dictates that those who dare to love will suffer for a lifetime…"

The gentle yet sorrowful human voice stopped.

The harmonics of the guzheng concluded, and the sustained low string notes provided a foundation. The music slowly dissipated like smoke.

The melody of the outro gradually descended, giving a feeling of "moonlight shining on a solitary shadow, the martial world already far away."

The last note stopped.

The director's mouth was still slightly open, not yet recovered from the music.

Fan Mingrui let out a long breath, very satisfied with this feast for the ears. He glanced at the director, and seeing him in a daze, he guessed the whole story. Clearly, the director was dissatisfied with the previous music, and this song far exceeded his expectations.

Fan Mingrui lightly coughed and said with a slight smile, teasing, "If this is perfunctory, then our company's animation level is progressing quite rapidly."

The director came back to his senses and quickly apologized awkwardly, "Sorry, sorry, Manager Fan, this is really not on the same level as before. I also completely didn't expect that the Music Production Department would put in so much effort. Thinking about what I just said, I truly feel ashamed."

The producer looked at the big screen and sighed softly, "Oh my god, it's so amazing! I'm even a little doubtful, does our anime deserve this song?"

Fan Mingrui leaned back against the chair, chuckling, "Sister Qin, you're being too modest. I've heard in the music department that our animation team consists of elites and puts in a lot of effort. I believe it's worthy."

The director nodded and smiled in agreement, feeling quite a bit of psychological pressure.

On the surface, Fan Mingrui was praising them, but his underlying meaning was clearly, "Don't let this music down."

"Manager Fan, please rest assured, the quality of our main feature will definitely be up to standard, and we will do our best with the PV, absolutely not dragging this song down."

Fan Mingrui looked at the music player on the big screen, "This song, judging by the voice, is sung by Chen Fang, right?"

"Yes, as expected of our company's popular artist, he's truly powerful."

Fan Mingrui smiled and asked, "Don't be polite with me, go praise him. I want to ask, who are the lyricist and composer? Is the composer Shen Si?"

He had heard that the young people in the Music Production Department had sought Teacher Shen's guidance and inspiration when creating the soundtrack for qin dynasty storm.

And Tang Chen was also looking for Teacher Shen to write challenging songs for Chen Fang. Combining the two, it should be Teacher Shen. He didn't expect it to be written so quickly. It seems his impression of Teacher Shen was off; he's still got it, and he's so efficient.

"It doesn't seem to be Teacher Shen, right?" The director looked at the music director standing in front of the computer. He hadn't read the email body carefully earlier.

The music director shook his head, but he wasn't sure if he had misread, so he opened the email, and the email body appeared on the large screen.

"It's Chen Fang."

Fan Mingrui sat up straight, his face still calm and composed, but his heart was filled with pleasant surprise.

They signed a prodigy!

Didn't he just release cant learn?

It wasn't that he couldn't learn; it was clearly that others couldn't learn from him.

At this rate, as long as he doesn't die young, he'll likely become a Heavenly King in three to five years.

It seems he needs to discuss with colleagues and leaders to further allocate resources to him, strengthen awards and public relations, reduce endorsements for mid-range products, and try to offer higher-end collaborations.

Additionally, he needs to consider equity incentives and profit sharing or joint investment projects next year to strengthen the cooperative relationship.

Fan Mingrui looked at the words "Chen Fang" in the email body, nodded with satisfaction, and slowly got up, "You all get busy. It's good that the matter is resolved. I'll be leaving now."

The director and producer stood up to see him off, "Manager Fan, take care."