After Zhang Hong returned to the office, her boss, Manager Tian, ​​called again.

"Team leader Zhang, come to my office."

The voice on the other end of the phone was very gentle, but Zhang Hong knew that it might be a powerful storm that would greet her.

The superior leader Tian Li'an is a person who never sees joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness on his face, and always speaks in a gentle and elegant manner.

However, the more gentle and elegant he was, the sharper the knife hidden behind him!

Although she was a little panicked, the leader had spoken and she had to get over it.

After taking a few deep breaths, Zhang Hong took the elevator to the tenth floor and knocked on the door of the leader's office. With the sound coming from inside, Zhang Hong then pushed the door open and entered.

In the office, there was a middle-aged man with a different temperament, white hair and a white and smiling face.

He is Tian Li'an, the boss of the Wind Chime Music Composer Department. Even in the entire Wind Chime Music, he is also a person with great say.

"Team Leader Zhang." Tian Lian's voice was very calm, but it had a sharp sense of penetration.

Just listening to the sound, Zhang Hong became worried: "Well, I'm here."

"You three groups have been invented for more than a year, right?"

"Yes, boss."

"I've read the report. Recently, the order churn rate has reached 26%, and the number of freelance works has dropped by 43% year-on-year." Tian Lian said slowly, as if he was talking about an irrelevant thing.

Zhang Hong's whole heart became tense. This is the prelude to the coming of a storm!

really.

After describing the current situation of the three groups, Tian Lian raised his head, and the pair of eyes that seemed to be turbid was shining with a chilling light: "This kind of efficient group should not exist in our Fengling music. Do you understand what I said? "

Zhang Hong is also a strong woman in the workplace, but after hearing this, she was not feeling well, and her whole body seemed to be cut by a blade.

In this atmosphere, in this environment, Zhang Hong felt that she had to say something.

Zhang Hong swallowed the foam in her throat and said something that shocked her: "Boss, give me half a month. If I can't do it, I will resign!"

Tian Lian nodded: "Well, then you can do it more. In addition, if you really can't get the theme song of the movie customized by Director Fang, please hand it over to the second group. Director Fang's urge was still quite tight."

It’s the theme song customized by Director Fang again!

I just came to the company in the morning and was ridiculed by Jia Fengshang, who was from the second group. Now I was named by the boss and handed over to the second group.

But how could such a large piece of fat that reached the mouth be lost directly?

Zhang Hong gritted her teeth and said with a flash of eyes: "Boss, according to the rules, each group has seven days. Isn't today the last day!"

Tian Lian nodded: "Okay, just be sure of yourself."

The conversation ends.

Zhang Hong stepped out of Tian Li'an's office door, her head buzzed, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The military order has been made.

And she has indeed tried her best to lead three teams.

"If it's really impossible..." Zhang Hong clenched her fists tightly, her eyes still unwilling to accept it, but she also had all the helplessness.

Just then.

Her cell phone rang.

I took out my phone and saw that someone sent an email, named "The Ordinary Road".

"Hmm? Has someone composed a song so soon? And the name seems to meet the requirements of the movie." Zhang Hong murmured while walking into the elevator.

This time the mission was posted by a film company to make a theme song for a movie.

The movie is called "Journey to the West".

The protagonist of the movie is a rich second generation, but his father's accident caused his family to lose money and he was in debt of tens of millions.

How proud this rich second generation was once, how desperate, low and confused he was after bankruptcy.

Then the rich second generation decided to use travel to relieve the heavy mood, and he began to travel to the western plateau forests of Dongzhou.

On the road, he met a poor man who was on a bicycle and traveling poorly. He saw a farmer living on the plateau with red plateau skin. He met a woman who was lonely in his family but sang with wine and singing for his younger brother.

After walking this round, the rich second generation suddenly realized that ordinary is the pursuit of life.

Therefore, Zhang Hong felt that the name "Ordinary Road" was well-known, at least in line with the content of the movie.

It seems that they still need to give them a sense of oppression.

What kind of composition requires inspiration is all nonsense.

Only when they feel oppressed will they compose well.

After Zhang Hong returned to her office, she turned on the computer and clicked on the lyrics and music files attached to the email. One by one, the ups and downs of notes were reflected in her eyes, and there were lines of lyrics and texts below.

"I actually wrote the words well? This is really effective!"

Immediately, Zhang Hong began to look carefully.

As the leader of the third group of the Wind Chime Music Composer Department, her understanding of music is far greater than others.

So, when she saw the ups and downs of the notes in the computer document, the corresponding musical melody was naturally heard in her mind.

Three minutes later, the whole song was finished, and the general melody of the song had been passed in her head.

"Hmm? It seems to be interesting, the melody seems to be a bit good."

Zhang Hong made a general evaluation of the song in her heart, and then her eyes moved down to observe the lyrics.

"Wandering, on the road; are you going to go, via via; fragile, proud, that was once what I looked like..."

"I was boiling and uneasy, where are you going, via via..."

"I have crossed mountains, rivers, and seas and crossed the crowds; everything I once had drifted like smoke in a blink of an eye..."

When Zhang Hong saw these lyrics, she couldn't help but breathe a little more quickly.

This lyrics are better than the song!

And it is written very deeply!

Next, Zhang Hong began to watch the song and the lyrics together.

This time Zhang Hong looked at it with great care and also tasted it with great care.

Five minutes later, Zhang Hong looked at the strings of notes and lyrics on the computer screen, and she was a little dazed.

"It's been produced, and finally it's produced!"

Zhang Hong couldn't help but make a sound. Her slender fingers clenched into a fist, but because she was too excited, her palms and fingertips were clenched white.

"If such a song fails to pass the review of Party A, I will immediately get out of bed!"

Zhang Hong's face with exquisite makeup was filled with smiles, and her eyes with beautiful contact lenses were also full of surprises.

What she said was not impulse, but confidence in her own judgment ability.

"Look at who wrote this!" Zhang Hong returned to the email page, but found that there was no other information on the page except for a song.

"I told them a long time ago that I must notify the author of the song for me. I am not the most powerful, so how can I remember so many messy emails?" Zhang Hong complained, but her expression was not at all unhappy.

She stood up and walked to the office hall outside and asked, "Who wrote me just now, the name is "Ordinary Road".

A lot of people look at me and I look at you, but none of them say a word.

Zhang Hong thought everyone was afraid of her criticism, so she continued: "This song is very well written, so I will praise you by name!"

There are still a lot of people who have no one to say anything.

Zhang Hong frowned: "Why no one talks?"

"Liu Quan, is it you?"

"Zhang Sheng, is it you?"

The few people Zhang Hong named all shook their heads.

This is a bit strange!

Very strange!

Could it be that the songs sent to your mailbox are not from your own group?

"Okay, everyone can continue to work." Zhang Hong said with an explanation and returned to the office and opened the email.

Looking at the email number sent, Zhang Hong thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who it was.

Finally, Zhang Hong had to click the reply button and typed a line of text: "What is your phone number?"

Since the other party posted a song to her, it means that the other party's identity must be the composer's identity.

Since you are facing a composer, there is no need for Zhang Hong to be polite. It is a matter of asking the phone directly and then calling to contact me.

After the email was sent, Zhang Hong was restless in front of the computer.

At this moment, she was as anxious as if she was back in her teenage years, waiting for her beloved to reply to her message.

After four or five minutes, Zhang Hong was thinking about whether she didn't bring a title to make the other party unhappy, so she didn't reply to herself, so she sent another letter: "Hello, what is your phone number?"

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Chapter completed!