Chapter 389: Chapter 389: 241: At the same time! They received an invitation to the New Year's Eve party, regarding the choice of songs..._4

Whether it’s the entertainment circle or the music scene, what they love most is making comparisons. Comparisons create interest, and singers of the same level are always pushed into competition like a challenge match.@@novelbin@@

Lin Wanzhou won the matchups against Pei Muchan, colloquially known as coming out on top in the challenge. But back then, Pei Muchan was also out of the picture, and Lin Wanzhou had terminated her contract.

Even now, as Lin Wanzhou and Pei Muchan have both made comebacks, their influence is still limited. It’s precisely for this reason that Lin Wanzhou was rejected for the Mengzhou City Spring Festival Gala.

If they don’t rate you highly, what can you do?

But now!

Out of the blue, Xinghai network has sent an invitation for the New Year’s Eve gala, which is undoubtedly like seeing a light at the end of the tunnel for Wen Yun. It felt like the perfect pillow for a napping person or a full Manchu feast for the hungry.

At the door, Qi Ting walked in holding a Xinghai married woman’s fruit tea.

“Sister Yun, what’s wrong with you?”

Wen Yun immediately snapped out of it, glanced at the fruit tea and the afternoon tea snacks in Qi Ting’s hand, and took a deep breath before asking.

“Is Sister Zhouzhou still in the mixing room?”

“Yeah, she’s been writing songs recently.” Qi Ting tilted her head, slightly puzzled, and asked, “Sister Yun, did Mengzhou City contact us again?”

“No.” Wen Yun shook her head, trying to control her tone, and uttered three words, “It’s—Xinghai!”

“What!!” Qi Ting was also stunned.

She could never have imagined it would be Xinghai, “Really? Xinghai’s Spring Gala?”

“No, the New Year’s Eve gala.” Wen Yun shook her head, “Don’t even think about the Spring Festival Gala, they have special invited guests. It’s very competitive and people are queuing up to get on it.”

“A New Year’s Eve gala is good too, I’ve heard that Xinghai’s New Year’s Eve gala has even higher ratings than the national broadcaster’s.” Qi Ting couldn’t help but gasp in surprise.

“The New Year’s gala with the highest traffic is from Xiangnan’s Jutai, but Xinghai isn’t bad either, their ratings are probably second best this year.”

“Yeah, but they require us to prepare a song that fits the New Year’s atmosphere.” Wen Yun brought the conversation back, frowning, “Zhouzhou’s songs…”

Qi Ting took over the conversation, “Sister Zhouzhou’s songs that can be used right now are basically sad love songs, this…”

She almost instinctively blurted it out.

“Sister Yun, why don’t we go ask Teacher Xu?”

Wen Yun: “…”

“No hurry, Zhouzhou said that Xu Qingyan has been busy at the Chang’an venue recently. He probably doesn’t have time to write songs; let’s first see if the one Zhouzhou has written can be used.”

Qi Ting nodded, “That’s fine.”

She set down the afternoon tea and couldn’t help but trot towards the mixing room.

Knock knock knock, she knocked on the door of the mixing room.

Ten minutes later.

After learning the ins and outs, Lin Wanzhou was also somewhat stunned, sitting in her chair and asking confusedly.

“Xinghai?”

“Yes! Sister Zhouzhou, it’s Xinghai!” Qi Ting chirped excitedly, “But they want a song that fits the theme; can we provide one?”

Lin Wanzhou turned her head to look at the new song she just wrote, then covered her face with a slap.

“No clue.”

Qi Ting’s joyful expression visibly faltered, and she wore a look of someone questioning her life choices.

“What should we do? Should we ask Teacher Xu?”

“He seems to be quite busy recently…” Lin Wanzhou leaned back in her computer chair, hesitating, “The day before yesterday, he worked until ten at night, and when I tried to video call him, it was busy.”

“But… it’s Xinghai, the New Year’s Eve gala opportunity only comes once.” Qi Ting scratched her head, anxiously saying, “No matter what, we have to try, right?”

After a while, Lin Wanzhou finally nodded.

“Alright, I’ll ask.”

…

Pei Muchan listened to the phone, her face slowly turning to surprise.

“New Year’s Eve gala?”

“Yes, our Xiangnan Jutai formally invites you to participate in the recording of our New Year’s Eve gala.” The staff member from the Jutai gala director’s team spoke sincerely.

“We hope you can perform ‘Blue and White Porcelain,’ or ‘Riding a White Horse.’ Of course, we prefer that our stage presents something with more ancient style, ideally a song that reflects youthfulness.”

“Our gala’s theme is about being in the prime of youth. If you decide to join us for the recording of the New Year’s Eve gala, you can discuss any ideas with us at any time.”

“Okay… alright.” Pei Muchan hung up the phone.

She carefully pondered the request, instinctively furrowing her brows. Ancient style yet youthful, acquiring authorization for ‘Blue and White Porcelain’ would not be difficult.

But first, she should ask Xu Qingyan.

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