Entertainment: If you asked him to be a star, he'd just want to quit.

Conference room of the Publicity Department.

Smoke swirled around the crowd, and people thronged the area.

The sounds of a heated argument continued incessantly.

A woman with half-gray hair held up a piece of paper in her hand, smiling at everyone with anticipation on her face.

The blank sheet of paper seemed to contain some exciting good news that made her very happy.

"Dragon Soul?"

Someone was deep in thought, speaking in a low voice.

"The name seems nice."

Listening to the woman's words, several people began to rummage through the papers in their hands, which contained all the songs submitted for the song contest.

At this moment, after layers of screening, everyone has selected ten songs from hundreds of thousands of songs.

This meeting was to select the final answer from these ten songs.

Following the woman's recommendation, several other people in the room also expressed their support for the song.

The lyrics are original and meaningful, expressing the indomitable spirit of the descendants of the dragon and the spirit of national unity. It is indeed a very suitable song.

Seeing that everyone agreed with her recommendation, the woman's face beamed with a happy smile.

"Mr. Fu, what do you think?" The woman looked at the old man who hadn't spoken in the main seat, her eyes filled with expectation.

"Old Fu?"

Seeing that the old man did not respond, the person next to him asked again.

The elderly man, who was lost in his own emotions, was suddenly called out to him and immediately snapped out of his reverie.

A satisfied and excited smile appeared on his face, which bore the marks of time, and his eyes were exceptionally bright.

He was holding a piece of paper in his hand, but it looked like it was trembling slightly.

"Great! That's really well written!"

He shouted excitedly.

Everyone was astonished by the old man's appearance; they had never seen Old Fu like this before, as if they had witnessed something extraordinary.

"Mr. Fu, what are you saying?" a man next to him asked.

"The song I'm talking about, aren't you watching it too?" Old Fu gripped the paper tightly in his hand.

The thin paper felt incredibly heavy to him.

"You also think this song, 'Dragon Soul,' is quite good?"

The woman asked excitedly, her eyes revealing a genuine joy.

No wonder she was so nervous.

Because of Mr. Fu's existence, their propaganda department has continued to exist to this day.

In the eyes of everyone present, Elder Fu was like Mount Tai of the Propaganda Department. As long as Elder Fu was there, their Propaganda Department would stand firm.

This song solicitation activity was also proposed by Mr. Fu.

It can be said that as long as you get Mr. Fu's approval, it's basically a done deal, and being a recommender will also attract Mr. Fu's attention.

It can greatly enhance one's influence.

Hearing that Old Fu was looking at the paper with the song written on it, the woman subconsciously assumed that Old Fu was looking at the song "Dragon Soul".

That's why I'm so excited.

"Dragon Soul?"

Old Fu looked up at her, a hint of doubt on his face.

"Didn't you mean the Dragon Soul?" The woman's smile froze, and her voice became stiff.

"No, I was referring to this poem, 'Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales.'" Old Fu shook his head, smiled, and his tone was full of relief and joy.

"Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales?"

Upon hearing what Mr. Fu said, the others also rummaged through the papers in their hands, wanting to see what kind of songs Mr. Fu had favored.

"You didn't like it?" Old Fu asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"I'm watching this song too, and I have to say, the lyrics are really well written. They make me feel very excited. The lyrics are stirring and grand, expressing strong patriotism and the spirit of national unity."

"I was just about to recommend this song to you, but I didn't expect that Mr. Fu had already seen it."

The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, with a small mustache, who looked rather cheerful.

He held a piece of paper in his hand, covered with densely written text.

"Oh? You think it's good too?" Old Fu looked at him with great interest, his tone tinged with a hint of joy.

"That's right, just as I just said, this song not only demonstrates the spirit and unity of our Chinese people, but what I find even more interesting is that it integrates the essence of heaven, earth, and humanity, contains rich historical information, and, with the Forbidden City as the backdrop, praises the spirit of the dragon and the indomitable spirit of the Chinese nation over five thousand years."

"Especially the line 'This land, I begin to write, and the bloodline of the nation stretches for tens of thousands of miles,' is both a praise of the vast territory of the Chinese nation and an indication of the depth of history."

"Therefore, I believe that the four characters '天地龙鳞' are not just a song title; they also carry rich historical and cultural connotations, as well as a hopeful vision for the future."

The way the man with the mustache spoke freely made Old Fu smile from ear to ear.

The others, seeing this, all envied the man with the mustache.

The woman who recommended "Dragon Soul" looked rather unpleasant at that moment.

"Well said, the point is clear, and the reasons are sufficient."

Old Fu nodded and smiled, and the man with the mustache also smiled.

"Actually, I've noticed something else that I'd like to tell you about."

"Please speak, Mr. Fu," the crowd echoed.

"Look at this sentence, 'For several centuries, over six hundred years, the descendants of the dragon have weathered many storms.' Do you know what these six hundred years refer to?"

The crowd looked at each other, then shook their heads.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Mr. Fu couldn't help but smile.

"So, the person who wrote this poem really put in a lot of effort."

Mr. Fu smiled, took a sip of tea, and continued.

Do you know when our Forbidden City was built?

It was built during the Yongle reign of Emperor Zhu Di of the Ming Dynasty.

Someone answered.

"That's right, the Yongle era, which is from 1406 to 1420 AD. It's been more than 600 years since then."

Upon hearing this, someone immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Could it be that this six hundred years refers to..."

Mr. Fu nodded, giving him an affirmative answer.

"That's right, I'm referring to the Forbidden City."

"Therefore, this song not only depicts the decline, rise and accumulation of Chinese history and culture, but also the gentlemanly integrity of the Chinese people, the inheritance of the Chinese national spirit, and the expectations for the future."

"In my heart, this song is undoubtedly number one."

Upon hearing Mr. Fu's words, everyone else nodded solemnly. They had indeed seen it in the lyrics of the song, but they had overlooked it in the past.

"Do you have a pre-recorded version?" Old Fu asked, looking at everyone.

"Yes, each participant has attached a recording, I'll find it now."

Mr. Fu wanted to hear the original singer, and everyone present was determined to fulfill his request.

An assistant took out a laptop, opened the email sent by Li Mingxuan, and played the audio of the song.

Suddenly, a stirring melody rang out, followed by a loud shout, which made everyone's hearts pound.