Sound waves

Bian Ziping hurried into the coffee shop, searched left and right, saw Shu Mingxuan and trotted over.

There was still sweat on the fat face.

"Sorry, Teacher Shu, I'm late." He apologized repeatedly.

"It's okay, it's okay, Mr. Bian, please be polite."

"At this point, China World Trade Center will be severely blocked."

"That's right, it takes more than an hour to walk in 10 minutes." Shu Mingxuan replied.

"Have we not seen each other for three or four years?"

"Yes, for many years."

The two of them had a few words of politeness, and Bian Ziping smiled: "I heard from Lin Xiao that Yinlang will take over the dubbing of our online university? Is there any problem?"

"Wei Lexian is in charge of the dubbing, and he has already arranged it. Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with it. I'm looking for Mr. Bian for other matters."

Shu Mingxuan hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Bian, do you still remember the project "The Emperor"?"

Bian Ziping's face suddenly became a little unhappy, and he sighed: "I remember, why don't I remember. I can forget about any project, can I not remember "The Emperor"? That film lost a lot of money, and I lost a lot of money." The pants are gone. The investors are all my acquaintances for many years, including you... Everyone understands, and no one reminds me. But I am really ashamed—”

"I was abroad at that time, and then I returned to China, and because of some personal matters... I didn't take this into consideration." Shu Mingxuan couldn't help interrupting him, "Wei Lexian said that it was taken back from you at the end of 15 years Investment funds, and 20% profit."

"That's not true." Bian Ziping said, "Yu Hongtao from Guanlan, Mr. Yu, you should have heard of it. He acquired my company at the end of 16, accepted this project by the way, and finally got on the platform. Payback, if you remember correctly, at the end of 17, our company paid more than 70 yuan to Sina, which was your investment at that time. The entire project lost more than 30%.”

"...What kind of money did your company send me in those 15 years?"

Bian Ziping was stunned this time: "15 years? 120 million?"

"Ah."

"Isn't that the money from your company?" Bian Ziping asked.

This time it was Shu Mingxuan's turn to be stunned: "My company? Pay the bill?"

"At that time, people from Guanlan came to me and said that your company is going to attract investment, and you need to make a good point of financial flow. Let us privately help you transfer a sum of money to Sina, so that Sina's financial report will look better. , the valuation will rise by then. Isn’t this a routine operation?”

"Where did the 120 million come from?" Shu Mingxuan asked, "Guanlan Films? Yu Hongtao?"

"Yes, Guanlan was already talking about an acquisition with us at that time. But it hasn't started yet, so we signed a contract with Guanlan. Guanlan bought us a copyright and paid us 120 million. We happened to be with Xinyin Lang has an investment relationship, so he directly paid 120 million to your company in the form of project settlement. In this way, the income is equal to the income. As for the money that has entered Sina, I don’t know how to deal with it in the future.”

Shu Mingxuan glanced at the time: "Thank you, Mr. Bian."

"You're welcome. For dubbing, please cooperate with Yinlang in the future."

Shu Mingxuan drove up the Fourth Ring Road.

... Mission Hills Films.

...Yu Hongtao.

What did Ouyang Qing call Yu Hongtao in the car that day?

——Hong Tao, let's go.

Sounds familiar, the two of you.

But why did Guanlan give Xinyinlang 120 million?Still not taking it back?Did Yu Hongtao forget?

Shu Mingxuan looked around in the car for a long time. He threw the business card that Yu Hongtao gave last time on the car, and it took him a long time to find it.

He dialed that number.

【Hello?I am Yu Hongtao. 】

[Mr. Yu, I'm Shu Mingxuan. 】

At some point, snowflakes began to fall from the sky again, and the moist mist gradually soaked into the car windows.

【Mr. Shu, why did you call me suddenly?Is there something wrong? 】

[That's right, I want to ask you something, I don't know if you remember, at the end of 15, Guanlan seems to have transferred a sum of money to Sina's account.It's the one in "The Emperor"——]

Before Shu Mingxuan finished speaking, Yu Hongtao interrupted him.

[Let's meet and talk. 】

【Um?OK.where are youI drive over. 】

Yu Hongtao laughed: 【I'm in Gaobeidian, near Yinlang's recording studio. 】

【what? 】

[Our company cooperated with a state-owned audio-visual publishing house on a sound project, and found Yinlang Chengzhi.An old artist was invited to record. Teacher Shi Mingjie and Ouyang are recording in the studio at the moment. 】

Shu Mingxuan locked the car downstairs in Yinlang, and walked into the company in a few steps.

Still director Wen Hao, recording studio No. [-].

When he stepped in, Yu Hongtao was sitting in the middle of the sofa, crossing his legs, flipping through his notebook with great interest.

Seeing him come in, he showed a smile: "Sit down, Ouyang is just recording, let's finish listening to this part first."

Full domineering demeanor.

Shu Mingxuan sat down in a daze for a while.

Soon, Ouyang Qing's voice came from the speaker, and he was immediately attracted.

"I am the land scorched by the scorching sun in summer, exhausted, thirsty, and exhausted. I am waiting... for your rain to fall... I am eager to return you with songs and flowers, but I have nothing..."

"Tagore. Ouyang's voice is really suitable. He speaks words very steadily, and his micro-emotional expressiveness is great. The voice is so sexy that people can't help but be addicted to it." Yu Hongtao whispered to him, "Teacher Shi Mingjie The recording has already been finished. After recording this sentence, the two of them will come out. Remember to take a photo with Mr. Shi Mingjie."

——It feels like the recording studio is run by Yu Hongtao!

Shu Mingxuan complained unhappily in his heart.

"OK." Wen Hao called CUT, "That's it for this paragraph, thank you Teacher Shi, thank you Teacher Ouyang."

The studio door opened.

Shi Mingjie came out in front and said a few words to Ouyang Qing.

Shu Mingxuan hurriedly stepped forward to greet Shi Mingjie, shook hands, and took a photo with Shi Mingjie very realistically.

"Oh, this is Teacher Shu." Shi Mingjie said.

"You are too polite. I am a junior, you can call me Xiao Shu." Shu Mingxuan put his posture low, "Teacher, have you heard of me?"

"Well, dubbing is very popular recently, on the Internet. I've heard of you. It's amazing." Shi Mingjie praised him.

No matter how thick-skinned Shu Mingxuan was, he couldn't help but blush after being praised by such a respected and respected veteran actor: "You are too flattering. I can't do it. Teacher Ouyang is better. I am his student."

He glanced at Ouyang Qing.

Ouyang Qing was bending over to say something to Yu Hongtao.

accurate.

... No, I agreed not to look back, so why not be upset.

Later he brought Yang Yan along.

It's evened out.

"Oh? Really? You are masters and apprentices. I really want to hear Ouyang mention it." Shi Mingjie said, "Hey, I said Hongtao, why don't you let the two of them play together and record a scene? I think Xiaoshu The background is quite good. And he has such a large traffic, which is easy to attract attention. How about it, is Xiao Shu willing?"

...Does he dare to say he doesn't want to?

"I, I'm fine." Shu Mingxuan smirked.

"Where's Ouyang?"

Ouyang Qing was silent.

"Hong Tao, tell me about him."

Yu Hongtao smiled, and patted Ouyang Qing's hand: "Go, Teacher Shi has already spoken."

Shu Mingxuan glared at him - bastard, get your dirty hands off!The teacher doesn't like being touched casually!

"I'm fine." Ouyang Qing sighed, "Boss Shu, let's hurry up, I know you are busy."

After saying this, Ouyang Qing entered the recording studio.

Shu Mingxuan restrained himself from staring at Yu Hongtao, turned around and entered the recording studio.

The following two poems were typed out on the big screen.

Shu Mingxuan went to see it.

"Sections 32 and 33 of Tagore's "The Ferry". I will go first and you will follow." Ouyang Qing said.

"Okay, I get it. I've finished reading." Shu Mingxuan said, "We can start now, Wen Hao."

【That's the beginning.Teacher Ouyang. 】

Ouyang Qing picked up the page of poetry in her hand.

He tilted his head slightly, and under the illumination of the ceiling light above his head, a faint gleam was outlined.His melancholy breath is like the person who is waiting for love in Tagore's poems.

"I know, I love." He said softly, but there was a pious persistence in this voice——

I know, I love.

Someday you will capture my heart.

Through your stars in heaven, your gaze penetrates into my dreams;

Moonlight is your messenger, bringing your thoughts, I meditate, with tears in my eyes.

sunny blue sky,

trembling of timid green leaves,

The sound of the flute of the shepherd boy floating in the idle time, the drizzle of the dusk,

The pain of the heart in solitude,

... This is what you are telling me about love.

Ouyang Qing's voice came from the ears, it was so familiar, gentle and safe that it made people want to cry.

Shu Mingxuan's eyes were sour, he lowered his head, picked up his own 33 bars, and recited in a low voice——

Someone quietly put a flower of love in my hand.

Someone stole my heart,

Throw it across the sky.

I don't know, have I found him, or are still looking for him everywhere;

I don't know if it's great joy, or...

severe pain.