Chapter 17

PS: The writer's account password has been recovered, and it was very efficient, which surprised me! I thought it would really take two days.

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"Alright, it seems there's still a lot for me to learn. I hope I didn't disturb your work!" Li Huanle didn't insist but instead joked, a simple smile on his face.

The girl, seeing Li Huanle's politeness and good looks, had a favorable impression. She thought for a moment and was about to ask him to leave his work, which she would send to the production department along with other submissions.

Just then, she saw a man in a black down jacket and a baseball cap walking towards the main gate. She suddenly whispered, "Sir, that's Mr. Yoo Yong-jin from our company. I believe you should know him. If you're not afraid, you can show him your work, but I don't know if he'll accept it. Don't say I told you."

Li Huanle was taken aback, his face brightening as he turned to look at the middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance who had just entered the gate. He walked over without blocking the man's path and called out, "Mr. Yoo Yong-jin, hello! Can I take a bit of your time?"

Over the past year, Yoo Yong-jin had been caught in the conflict between Lee Soo-man and Kim Young-min, which he found very unpleasant. After all, he was a musician. Although he had a good relationship with Lee Soo-man and they were long-time friends who had created S.M.'s glory together, he felt very uncomfortable being involved in power struggles. Although he tried to avoid it, some things were unavoidable.

Thinking about the skyrocketing popularity of Girls' Generation over the past month, it seemed the company would have more troubles.

Girls' Generation in S.M. was labeled with Kim Young-min's name. Although Kim Young-min had done many foolish things, it now seemed he had ultimately achieved success. Even if not a complete success, he had taken the first real step.

As a shareholder and founder of the company, Lee Soo-man, of course, would not involve the company's artists in the conflict. This was a fundamental rule, after all. Regardless of whether the artists were cultivated by him, they all used the company's resources.

With the huge success of Girls' Generation, Kim Young-min, who had been mocked and attacked for a year, would probably no longer remain silent. Thinking about this, Yoo Yong-jin felt a headache, and his temper had been quite bad these past few days.

Yoo Yong-jin, who had just arrived at the company and was walking to the reception desk, found it strange to be suddenly called by a stranger. However, the man seemed polite and sunny, so he stopped.

At 38 years old, Yoo Yong-jin was truly middle-aged. He had seen a lot in this industry. When the young man in the leather jacket explained his purpose, Yoo Yong-jin's face darkened, and he felt very displeased.

Li Huanle tactfully explained his purpose, saying it was his first time submitting work, so he had come to S.M. and happened to see Yoo Yong-jin, hoping the teacher could give him some guidance and advice. But seeing Yoo Yong-jin's face suddenly turn dark, Li Huanle felt very disappointed. It seemed that the idea of learning from such a master was just a fantasy.

"Let's go to the recording studio and talk!" Yoo Yong-jin suddenly said, then walked towards the nearby elevator, ignoring Li Huanle's surprise.

Li Huanle was somewhat surprised, not knowing what was going on, but he smiled, winked at the receptionist, and followed with some anticipation.

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Half an hour later, a loud noise suddenly came from the corridor on the second floor of the office building.

Not far from the room where the noise came from was a staircase. A girl in a black sport jacket, white sneakers, and long black hair with delicate and slightly cold features suddenly stopped.

"Click!"

"Next time you see me, I hope you're in a better mood!"

Hearing the knocking and a man's deep voice from the corridor, the girl switched the bag in her hand to her right hand and carefully poked her head out from the staircase.

A man in a black leather jacket walked out of Yoo Yong-jin's dedicated recording studio. Since the man was facing away, she couldn't see his face clearly, but he was quite tall.

The man walked to a nearby trash can, tore up a few sheets of white paper, and threw them aside, then headed towards the staircase.

The girl quickly ran upstairs and observed from above. When the man entered the staircase and went down, she returned to the second floor.

Curious, the girl swallowed and nervously stepped into the corridor on the second floor, carefully walking forward. She came to the door of the recording studio and heard some cursing and the sound of things being thrown inside, her eyes widening in surprise. It sounded like Mr. Yoo Yong-jin. He must be very angry; something must have happened just now.

The girl didn't want to be discovered by Yoo Yong-jin, so she was about to leave, but she saw the white paper fragments near the trash can and walked over out of curiosity.

"Hey!!"

"It's sheet music!"

The girl said in surprise, looking at the lyrics on the fragments, her eyes wide. Was this a song written by a fan of the Girls' Generation members?

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"How did it go? Did Mr. Yoo Yong-jin say anything to you? You seemed to talk for a long time!" The young girl at the reception desk on the first floor asked curiously as she saw Li Huanle come out of the staircase.

Li Huanle was taken aback, turned his head, thought for a moment, and smiled, "I think it went well, but I don't know if Mr. Yoo Yong-jin was happy!"

The girl looked at him strangely, not understanding what he meant.

But Li Huanle's meaning was actually quite straightforward. He was in a good mood now, even though he had been a bit annoyed earlier...

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About half an hour ago.

"Sit down, I'll take a look at your work!"

In the recording studio, Yoo Yong-jin took Li Huanle's file and sat on a chair, leaving Li Huanle standing on the side.

Li Huanle had experienced such situations many times over the past two years. He just smiled and sat on the sofa, curiously looking around the recording studio, feeling a bit nervous.

After all, he was still a beginner, and even a beginner with some shortcomings. However, he had developed a special talent over the past two months, something he hadn't discovered before—musical sense.

Of course, it wasn't everything. Musical sense is one of the seven human intelligences, and it includes several categories. Li Huanle's new discovery was his sense of rhythm and melody.

Although it was very basic and couldn't be applied to real creation yet, Li Huanle's sensitivity to rhythm made him quite good in dance practice, and his sense of melody made it easier for him to remember songs and make preliminary copies.

Just as Li Huanle was feeling a bit hopeful, the atmosphere changed dramatically after twenty minutes.

"Slam!"

Yoo Yong-jin came to the wooden table in front of the sofa and threw the sheet music on it, saying disdainfully, "Garbage, completely worthless!"