novelraw Chapter 46 Yang Mi delivers an S-level full contract through Dilraba.
Chapter 46 Yang Mi delivers an S-level full contract through Dilraba.
"Let's play a song."
"Really?" Song Ze stopped twirling his pen.
"Jiaxing Media executives specifically requested that you create a promotional theme song for Dilraba Dilmurat's new drama, 'Hot Girl,' which will air on Hunan TV next month."
Zhang Juan grabbed a handful of ice water and gulped it down, not even bothering to wipe the water droplets that dripped onto her shirt collar.
"Jaywalk Studio. You know how popular Dilraba is this year."
Song Ze raised an eyebrow.
It's unreasonable for a newcomer who's just starting out to receive an order from a giant in Beijing.
Zhang Juan swiped her phone, opened the message history in the industry group, and confronted him directly.
"Hongjie Hong from Hongxingwu revealed the truth. Liu Yifei recommended your songwriting and production skills to the senior management of Jiaxing Media."
Song Ze glanced at the screen and pushed the phone back.
In return for the favor of delivering the OST for "Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms" ahead of schedule, Liu Yifei generously gifted her an S-level resource package.
He tapped the table.
"catch."
Zhang Juan pulled over the whiteboard, removed the marker, and drew a long string of zeros.
"The base price is two million after tax, and the expected revenue sharing from streaming media rights is 1.5 million."
She drew a line under the original 5.27 million and wrote down the new total.
"The two transactions combined amount to nearly seven million."
The pen was thrown into the pen holder with a clatter.
Song Ze leaned back in his chair and stared at the numbers on the whiteboard.
He's taken another step closer to his goal of retiring from the entertainment industry to buy a house.
The next morning at 10:00 AM, on the first floor of Shanghai Xingyao Entertainment.
A pure black GMC van was parked at the main gate.
The electric car door slid open, and Dilraba, who won the Best Newcomer Award at the Sino-British Film Festival, walked into the building surrounded by her assistants and headed straight for the conference room on the third floor.
The glass door was pushed open.
With a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and striking, imposing features, he exudes a sense of power.
She pulled out a chair and sat down, and the air in the room seemed to fall silent for a moment.
Zhang Juan was on high alert, ready to use the highest level of business communication to deal with this top influencer.
The moment Dilraba opened her mouth, that sense of distance shattered completely.
"Hello, my name is Dilireba Dilimulati, which means 'beloved beauty' in Uyghur."
She emphasized the pronunciation of those five words, her tone laced with boastfulness.
Song Ze was momentarily speechless.
"The name is nice. But I can't call you 'My Beloved Beauty' all the time, can I?" He spread his hands. "If this gets out, the Weibo server will crash, and all the money I've just earned will go to PR expenses."
Dilraba paused for a moment, blinked her big eyes twice, and spoke with a slight Xinjiang accent.
"That's true. My full name is too long. You can call me Dilraba or Xiao Di, it's fine."
The aloof persona has been completely shattered.
Zhang Juan was trying so hard to suppress her laughter that her shoulders were shaking.
The atmosphere relaxed, and the three quickly finalized their musical style requirements.
After finishing their business, Rebal opened the large black tote bag at his feet and half of himself went inside.
She rummaged around for a while, pulled out a vacuum-sealed bag, and tore open the seal with both hands.
"A little gift! XJ's specialty yogurt curds, they're delicious, you should try them!"
She pulled out two pieces of white, dry, hard material and handed them over, her face full of anticipation.
Caught off guard, Song Ze broke off a large piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
Zhang Juan smiled and took a bite as well.
The intense sourness mixed with a strong muttony smell hit me right in the head.
This is not ordinary acid; it's a direct attack on the nervous system.
Song Ze's facial features instantly contorted, his cheeks twitched, and he pressed hard on his thighs, forcefully suppressing the churning in his stomach.
Never vomit in front of a female celebrity.
Zhang Juan immediately covered her mouth, bent down to look for a trash can under the table, and made a muffled retching sound.
Dilraba was completely unaware and stuffed a piece into her mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.
"Isn't it delicious? I can eat a whole bag in one go."
2 PM, Yanjing No. 1 Recording Studio.
Song Ze handed the framework of the theme song to Zhang Juan to handle the contract, and then pushed open the soundproof door of the recording studio.
National team singer Sa Dingding was already in place, wearing monitoring headphones, and gave him an OK sign.
With only a little time left before the auditions for "I Am a Singer," the final rehearsal for "Left Finger Pointing to the Moon" must be completed.
"stop!"
Sa Dingding pushed the clipper hard, and the accompaniment stopped abruptly.
"No, that's not right."
Song Ze ripped off his headphones and rubbed his hair in frustration.
The system panel displays floating data: "Expert Singing Level, 3505/10000".
Even with expert-level skills, the final chorus still falls short of the G6 whistle note.
The high frequencies are high, but they lack a continuous burst, resulting in a less transparent and impactful listening experience.
The sound of a door being pushed open could be heard outside the soundproof shed.
Reba walked in with two large cups of iced Americano and slumped onto the sofa in the control room.
She finished filming materials in the next studio and came over to visit the set, still chewing on that deadly white solid.
Sa Dingding had been queuing for hours and his throat was parched. He stared at the snacks in her hand, swallowed hard, and reached out to ask for a piece.
I chewed it twice.
The national team singer, who had been nominated for a Grammy, seemed to shift his facial features, with veins bulging in his neck, before abruptly turning his head and spitting into the trash can.
"How did you manage to swallow this?!" Sa Dingding grabbed a bottle of mineral water and frantically rinsed her mouth.
Dilraba shrugged, "Just replenishing my energy." She then stuffed another piece into her mouth.
After the interlude, Sa Dingding rubbed his stomach and continued to analyze the power points of the G6.
"You need an axial burst of energy that flows from your dantian to your head cavity. Right now, your resonance is just swirling in your throat; your body's axis isn't open."
Dilraba took a sip of her iced Americano through the straw, put the coffee on the table, and raised her right hand.
"I don't know much about the power generation in singing. But I entered the Xinjiang Arts Institute at the age of nine and studied ethnic dance and ballet for six years. Dance emphasizes core strength and the axis, so how about I help you find the feeling through movement?"
Without waiting for a response, she kicked off her high heels in the open space of the control room.
Barefoot on the wooden floor.
Without any accompaniment, she stretched out her arms, touched the ground with her toes, and twisted her body sharply.
The continuous rotation of the axis created a gust of wind, causing the skirt to flutter.
Even as she spun at high speed, her facial contours remained perfectly still, her neck was straight, and the contraction of her back muscles demonstrated absolute core control.
Song Ze stared at her movements, but the system panel remained completely still.
The exquisite folk dance he extracted from Bai Lu was enough to cover this technique, so the extraction was not triggered.
Sa Dingding, standing next to him, slapped his thigh with a sharp crack.
She stared at Dilraba's spinning spine, and jumped up, unable to contain her excitement.
"See that? It's that twisting, pivoting force!"
She plunged into the recording booth, gestured with her hands in mid-air, and then punched Song Ze hard in the back.
"Concretize your breath, bring it into her spine as she spins! Don't use your throat, use your waist! From bottom to top, twist all your strength into one point and thrust it straight up!"
Song Ze put his headphones back on and closed his eyes.
He mobilized his expert-level vocal cord muscle memory, repeatedly replaying in his mind the trajectory of Dilraba's twisting waist and abdomen.
Inhale. Your abdominal muscles tighten sharply.
"ah--"
The G6's extreme high frequencies pierced the acoustic walls of the control room with a sense of oppression.
It was 9 p.m. at a barbecue restaurant on a street in Yanjing.
Song Ze treated everyone to a barbecue to repay a favor.
The small wooden table was covered with golden, glistening meat skewers, and the lamb on the grill sizzled with oil, the aroma of cumin mixed with chili powder filling the air.
Dilraba held a large bunch of red willow branches in each hand, using both hands simultaneously.
Her lips were covered in chili oil, but she was completely unconcerned.
Song Ze slammed the beer mug on the table and sized her up.
"Female celebrities don't need to manage their figures? With this diet, won't you look puffy on camera tomorrow?"
With her mouth full of meat, Dilraba waved her hands repeatedly, swallowed it, and then launched into a tirade.
"There is scientific evidence that binge eating can lead to weight loss. When the body suddenly detects a large intake of calories, it will accelerate metabolism and burn them all off in a flash."
Everyone at the table was stunned by this logic.
Song Ze sneered, wiped his hands with a tissue, and used his chopsticks to precisely pick up the last, fattest skewer of red willow roasted meat from Reba's plate.
With a flick of his wrist, he scooped the mixture into his own bowl.
He lowered his head and chewed on the fatty mutton, saying, "The theory is good. I'll help you burn it off faster. You're welcome."
Dilraba stared at the empty plate, her eyes wide with anger, her cheeks puffed out, her hands clenched into fists on her knees, daring not to utter a word of her fury.
Zhang Juan and her assistants laughed so hard they slapped the table.
After finishing their late-night snack, the three returned to the recording studio to continue adjusting the tracks.
The temperature dropped at night, but the air conditioning was still set at 18 degrees Celsius.
Dilraba sat on the sofa, curled up in a ball, hugging her arms and trembling, turning her head to look at Song Ze, who was operating the computer.
"Could you turn the air conditioner temperature up a bit?"
Before Song Ze could reply, she raised her voice, her tone full of incomprehension.
"In XJ, winters can get down to minus thirty degrees Celsius. I've worn thermal underwear since I was a kid. Don't you wear thermal underwear?"
Song Ze's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, stopped in mid-air, and he stared at her with his mouth slightly open.
"It's July now, who wears thermal underwear in the middle of summer?"
He grabbed the remote control and tossed it precisely into Dilraba's arms.
After adjusting the air conditioner, Dilraba suddenly remembered something, took out a gold-embossed business card from her bag, and pushed it in front of Song Ze.
"By the way, Sister Yang Mi specifically asked me to ask you if you're interested in signing a full S-level contract with Jaywalk Studio?"