I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

"I guess she doesn't know which city this rich lady is from, or maybe she's from a hidden family."

"That's all for today. I'm a clickbait, don't hit me..."

"This is so exciting! There are so many handsome men around Mr. Himitsu. Wouldn't it be a Shura field all day long?"

"With so many handsome men around, what does it matter if I'm in a Shura field every day? With money, beauty, and handsome men, life is so happy!"

"I'm still too conservative. Seven? That's the seven you can see, and I don't know how many you can't see. The food at Nichiban is really good!"

"Don't tell me, if I had the ability of Nichimen, I would have a dozen handsome men. My lack of virtue as a woman is all due to poverty."

An office.

In a conference room that looks like a lecture hall.

A middle-aged man walked down from the podium, went to the first row, and slapped the table with his palm.

He angrily scolded the person in front of him, "You're still secretly eating melon seeds here. Where's the list of people I asked you to screen?"

"Okay." The young man spat out the melon seed shells in his mouth, chewed the crispy and fragrant melon seeds, picked up the folder and handed it to the middle-aged man?

The middle-aged man took the folder, opened it, and frowned when he saw the contents.

"Why do I keep seeing these same old faces over and over again?"

he complained.

The young man shrugged nonchalantly, "Dad, you're looking for someone to write songs, not perform. You don't care if his face is old or not, as long as the songs are new."

"Don't call me dad. I'm your superior at work. Call me by my job title, Director Wei."

The middle-aged man who called himself Director Wei threw the folder onto the table, and the melon seed shells on the table were blown all over the floor by the wind brought by the folder.

The young man pretended not to see anything and continued eating melon seeds.

Director Wei sighed and continued, "I wonder what songs they can write? This international competition is being held in the Empire, and over 100 countries are watching."

"The theme song for the opening ceremony must highlight my country's thousands of years of cultural heritage and integrate the development of modern technology."

They are all a bunch of old antiques, how can they write about the youthful vigor and vitality.

What he wants is fresh blood.

The breath of youth, not the feeling of being half-dead.

"Dad, uh, Director Wei, your requirements are too high. If you say so, there's simply no one in the country who can write the theme song this time."

As the young man spoke, he put the melon seeds in his mouth and chewed them with a "crunching" sound.

"How about this, we organize a nationwide music submission campaign and cast a wide net. Maybe we'll find a treasure." The young man had an idea.

Director Wei pinched his nose and nodded, thinking that he had no other choice but to give it a try.

"I'll leave this matter to you."

"No, Director Wei, I'm fine with doing hard labor or collecting materials, but I really don't know how to play music. It gives me a headache just listening to it."

The young people were filled with bitterness and resentment, and complained.

Given his father's requirements for music, this was just a job, and being scolded was commonplace, and he couldn't stand it even though he was thick-skinned.

"It's useless. Why did I give birth to such a useless person like you?"

"I don't have a father like you. Please call me by my title at work, Assistant Xiao Wei."

"Are you looking for a fight?"

Xiao Wei was hit hard by a punch and groaned.

Director Wei glanced around the room, his head buried in the work, and asked, "Who among you understands music?"

Everyone looked up in confusion, then shook their heads.

A woman stood up from her seat. "Director Wei, can I recommend someone? I think she could be the right person."

"Who is it? Tell me." Director Wei became interested and asked.

"This year's Golden Melody Award winner is called Ri Mian."

The woman said as she rushed to Director Wei with her phone.

"You can hear these two songs, they're her latest creations. Apart from these two styles, she doesn't seem to be picky about subject matter."

The woman clicked the play button on her phone, and the ethereal flute sound of "Self-Cocoon" came out from the phone.

Director Wei's ears immediately perked up and his eyes widened.

"That's the feeling I want, haha. Great, great, this song is well written and well sung. Who did you say wrote it?"

"This year's Golden Melody Awards composer day is free."