Chapter 87

At this moment, Nie Fan actually saw Mao Duoduo bringing people in and realized that things might be about to go wrong.

In fact, he had received a call the night before. Someone had booked the Baihua Studio for three days, and he didn't dare to delay for a moment. As soon as he started work, he stopped all tasks in the recording studio and waited for Zhang Yimou's arrival.

Even more so, he stopped all three major recording studios, five medium-sized recording studios, and seven small recording studios.

If the higher-ups said it was a full booking, it was definitely a full booking. No one could delay Zhang Yimou's work, and even if there were other tasks, they had to be stopped.

However, he had arranged everything inside very well but forgot to arrange for the gatekeeper.

It wasn't until Mao Duoduo brought people over that Nie Fan realized something seemed to be wrong.

At this moment, he received a call from the gatekeeper, and his face immediately turned pale. This gatekeeper had ruined his big plans today.

Without any hesitation, Nie Fan ignored Mao Duoduo and ran out like the wind.

Mao Duoduo was puzzled. Nie Fan, who had a significant status in the industry, was scared by someone. Who could have scared him so much?

The few people looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.

Mao Duoduo tilted his head and said, "George, go and see who the big shot is that made Nie Fan personally come out to greet them."

Nie Fan's expression earlier couldn't be described as welcoming; it was more like fawning.

Nie Fan ran out, panting, and without a word, slapped the gatekeeper. "Blind fool, get out of here. I'll deal with you later."

Then, Nie Fan immediately said flatteringly, "Director Zhang, I'm sorry. It's my fault for not doing my job well. The people below me don't understand. Please don't take it to heart."

Zhang Yimou snorted, "I thought you Baihua Studio didn't welcome me. You even dared to drive my friends away. What a big attitude. Do you think there's only one recording studio in Beijing?"

Even a fool could tell that Zhang Yimou was very angry.

At this moment, Nie Fan was embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.

Suddenly, he saw another person, a middle-aged man with a bald head standing not far away. His face lit up as if he had seen a relative. "Director Zhou, why did you come in person? This small matter could have been handled with a phone call. Why did you come in person?"

Director Zhou's face wasn't very happy either. He snorted, "How should I say this? Do you not take the tasks from the bureau seriously? Do you think we can't get things done without you? Let me tell you, you're dreaming. Today, your Baihua Studio must pay the price."

At this moment, Nie Fan was sweating. Offending the competent authority in Beijing was like inviting trouble. This was a result he didn't want to see.

Therefore, Nie Fan immediately said, "I dare not, I dare not. It was a momentary oversight. I didn't explain clearly. It's my fault. Director Zhou, Director Zhang, please come in. I've cleared all the recording studios. You can use any one you like."

Director Zhou waved his hand. "Forget it. I think your recording studio needs to be reformed for a while. When the reform is complete, we'll talk about reopening. A small singer dared to delay our task. Do you know who we are? Director Zhang, I'll contact the Lingxiao Hall. Let's go there to record."

With one sentence, the Baihua Studio in Beijing was plunged into reform. It would remain in reform until the higher-ups said otherwise.

Zhang Yimou nodded expressionlessly, put on his sunglasses, and got into the car.

However, when Fangfang heard the name, her eyes lit up. She pulled Ye Ming and said, "Quick, quick, follow them. The Lingxiao Hall! I never thought you would have the luck to record in the Lingxiao Hall. It's like burning high incense for eight generations."

Director Zhou's car led the way, and the three cars left the Baihua Studio in a grand procession.

Leaving Nie Fan standing there, dazed and at a loss.

At this moment, the gatekeeper came over, trembling. "Uncle, what should we do now?"

Nie Fan was instantly furious and slapped him again. "Do you still call me Uncle? You're my Uncle! You've caused me so much trouble. Offending Director Zhou and the National Master, we'll all starve. Do you understand?"

One was a superior leader, and the other was a top director with the title of National Master. Offending either one was a big problem, but he never thought the Baihua Studio would offend both at once.

At this moment, Nie Fan was filled with regret, a regret that even the waters of the five lakes could not wash away.

George, seeing this, was also scared stiff and immediately returned to tell Mao Duoduo.

Zhang Yimou? Mao Duoduo never thought that a small fry he had never taken seriously had actually climbed up to the National Master.

For a moment, Mao Duoduo was in a dilemma, but then he let it go. If they couldn't be friends, they had to be suppressed.

If not friends, then enemies.

He didn't have the ability to suppress the National Master, but suppressing Ye Ming was not a problem.

In the car, Ye Ming asked curiously, "Fangfang, what is the Lingxiao Hall? Isn't the Baihua Studio one of the top three recording studios in the country?"

Fangfang smiled and said while driving, "That's right. The Baihua Studio in Beijing, the Eden in Hong Kong, and the Buckingham in Taiwan are the top three recording studios in the country. They are the undisputed peaks of the Chinese music industry, where many top artists record their albums.

However, in the industry, there is another top place, a true sanctuary known as the Lingxiao Hall. It is the No. 1 recording studio of the National Broadcasting Corporation. Known as the Lingxiao Hall, it is truly top-notch. All the equipment is world-class, and all the staff are top-notch experts, the undisputed peak of the industry."

Ye Ming thought for a moment and said, "The No. 1 recording studio of the National Broadcasting Corporation, that sounds familiar."

Fangfang laughed and said, "Of course, it's familiar because you've been there. The No. 1 recording studio corresponds to the No. 1 studio of the National Broadcasting Corporation, which you know. The Spring Festival Gala is held there every year. Tell me, isn't that the No. 1 recording studio, isn't it worthy of being called the Lingxiao Hall?"

Ye Ming was utterly shocked, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

It hit him right in the head.

The top, the true top, an undisputed peak.

What are the Baihua Studio, Eden, and Buckingham? They are all private recording studios. No matter how luxurious, they are still limited.

But the National Broadcasting Corporation is truly wealthy. A single second of advertising costs hundreds of thousands. They are truly not short of money.

Fangfang said proudly, "Did you expect it? The Lingxiao Hall is what people in the industry call the No. 1 recording studio of the National Broadcasting Corporation. As far as I know, no singer has ever used the Lingxiao Hall to record their songs. You are the first in the Chinese music industry. It's an honor that can make you laugh in your dreams, and you can't buy it with money."

Director Zhou contacted the relevant people, and soon the news came back. Since it was for the Hope Project, the leadership specially approved the use of the recording studio.

And it was free.

After showing their credentials, they didn't even need to register because Director Zhou was a leader in the bureau. He directly gave Zhang Yimou, Ye Ming, and the others entry passes.

Generally, to enter the National Broadcasting Corporation, except for a few primary and middle school students on tours, everyone else had to state their purpose, workplace, and who they were visiting.

The gatekeepers would contact the person you were looking for, verify the situation, and register your information before giving you an entry pass.

But with Director Zhou, none of this was a problem.

Moreover, a staff member was already waiting downstairs. As soon as Director Zhou got out of the car, the staff member greeted him. "Director Zhou, the head of the recording studio, Mr. Hans, is also here today to adjust the equipment, which was just air-freighted from New York. He will introduce you to the recording studio in detail."

Hans is actually Chinese, a returnee from abroad, with a degree in vocal music from the University of Vienna and a double Ph.D. in physics and engineering from Harvard University. He had worked in Hollywood and was part of the post-production team for "Titanic."

Later, he was invited to the National Broadcasting Corporation and became the head of the recording studio.

However, although he was a returnee, Hans was quite familiar with the national conditions and didn't dare to wait in the studio. He waited at the entrance, as the leaders valued attitude, and you had to show the right attitude.

After the staff member introduced him, Hans immediately warmly welcomed Director Zhou, Director Zhang, and the others.

He said proudly, "Director Zhou, Director Zhang, this is one of the top recording studios in the country, and even in the world. Even the engineers' chairs are provided by the American office equipment supplier Steelcase. These are very exquisite chairs, each costing nearly $2,000. You can adjust almost all parameters. Most engineers like to lean forward while working, so you need to adjust the height of the chair. I can sit here and lean back, and you'll see that my hands on the mixing console don't move."

Indeed, it was professional. A chair costing $2,000 was a real money-burner, but it was worth it.

Ye Ming tried the chair and indeed felt a difference. It was like sitting on a cloud, and it could minimize external interference during recording.

This level of confidence was not something a regular private recording studio could have.