In addition to the voiceover, the staff have returned to their respective positions.

Even Wen Feiran returned to his own office, but he pricked up his ears from time to time, as if listening to the movement.

Only Zhou Feng is still standing outside He Wentao's office, and he is not going to leave or stay.

He was so angry.

He was so angry that he was said to be low in his level, and even more so that his reward was wasted.

However, he was not worried and even a little happy.

Writing your own song?

If writing songs is so easy, what else can he pay for what kind of teacher?

"When the surname He knows the difficulties, he should pay the money. However, this person is very stingy and it shouldn't be too much to ask for 50,000?"

Zhou Feng was still fantasizing about how to earn tens of thousands of dollars.

"Why haven't you come out yet? Mr. He, if you really can't write it out, just give up."

Zhou Feng said loudly.

Not only him, but also others in the company.

Just spend money.

It's expensive, so bargaining.

What are you trying to do with yourself?

Of course, professional matters will be left to professionals.

As professionals, the old employees of Shanghai Film Studio despise this very much.

At this moment, the door of the dubbing room opened "squeak".

He Wentao walked out.

Following him was the manuscript paper, Lu Zeping with an excited face.

After browsing the floor, everyone's eyes were cast.

Wen Feiran walked out of the office and walked up.

"Mr. He, or...

"You ask Lao Lu to sing it to you to see if it's OK?" He Wentao interrupted him.

Wen Feiran was a little confused.

Looking at Lu Zeping's expression again, he became even more confused.

Could it be that you really write a good song?

Although he is a He Wentao employee, he still doesn't believe it.

Zhou Feng was naturally the first one to disbelief.

He walked over and sneered, "Writing songs? Are songs so easy to write? Even children's songs cannot be fooled by fooling around. Let me identify them, hahaha..."

As he said that, he looked at the manuscript paper and immediately stopped.

"This...this..."

"You want to be identified? Just right, you sing for everyone."

He Wentao took the manuscript paper and handed it to Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng looked left and right, and the sweat on his forehead was gone.

He knew the lyrics. But he really didn’t know the lyrics!

Now that the composition is composing, who is still using the silhouette?

"My voice is a little uncomfortable, so I won't sing. After all, singing is not my major, my major is to write songs."

"Do you can't sing it, or don't know the musical score at all?"

He Wentao's joking eyes made Zhou Feng explode directly.

"What's the point of not knowing me? The stitches are all old things! Now the stitches are composed, who uses the stitches? Oh, I understand. You guessed that I don't know how to stitches, so I deliberately drew them, right? Hahaha... I can't afford money, I still have to pay for my face. It's really awesome!"

He Wentao was not angry and said lightly: "Lao Lu, please sing for everyone and listen to everyone's opinions."

"Okay, I'll sing. How high is the sky... The stars blink, the moon draws question marks, and the comet drags its long tail..."

Lu Zeping's voice is thick and not suitable for singing cheerful children's songs, but this does not affect everyone's judgment.

This lyrics are obviously exactly the same as the theme.

Before Lu Zeping finished singing, everyone's eyes looked at He Wentao.

Could it be that this song was really written by He Wentao?

It's definitely not Luzeping.

If he could write, he would have taken it out long ago.

After the song was sung, He Wentao asked with a smile: "How do you think this song is the theme song for our cartoon?"

"Mr. He, this is very suitable."

Wen Feiran hurriedly said.

Others nodded as well.

"Mr. He, did you really just write this?"

"Haha, it wasn't just written."

He Wentao smiled: "When I made this cartoon, I had some ideas. I happened to have a discussion with Lao Lu and made it out."

"impossible!"

The person who spoke was Zhou Feng.

He said angrily: "It can't be written by you! Yes, it must be written by you in advance. I understand. You must have bought someone else's one for a cheap price, and then deliberately..."

"And then deliberately disgusted you?"

He Wentao glanced at him and said sarcastically: "You really take yourself seriously. Young people, read more and learn more. They don't even recognize the slits, and they pretend to be experts?"

"I……"

Zhou Feng wanted to refute, but saw everyone looking at him with contempt, and he was immediately discouraged: "Hmph! Let's see!"

After leaving a harsh word, Zhou Feng left.

He Wentao immediately issued an order.

"Xiao Jiang, you are responsible for contacting the provincial choir to see if there is a suitable children's choir or the Children's Palace choir. Please negotiate the fees."

"Okay, Mr. He, I'll contact you now."

Jiang Qianqian made a guest appearance in the External Relations again.

"Manager Wen, you will make ten episodes as soon as possible on the premise of ensuring quality. After it is done, I will send them to the TV station. If there are not enough people, I will recruit people."

"No problem, within three days, you will definitely get ten episodes."

"Okay, I need anything to cooperate with me, just say it."

In the next three days, He Wentao started to attack the company and cooperated with Wen Feiran to speed up the progress.

Until noon on the third day, "Three Thousand Questions of Blue Cat Naughty" finally made up ten episodes.

That afternoon, Jiang Qianqian also prepared the theme song recording.

By the time I got off work in the evening, the theme song was already embedded in every episode.

A group of people gathered in front of the narrow screen of the computer and watched the first episode.

After the first episode was finished, He Wentao took the lead in applauding.

Then, there was warm applause in the office.

He Wentao's version of "Three Thousand Questions of the Blue Cat" is very different from the previous life version. At least, the picture is more exquisite, and there will be no pictures like stickers sticking on the background.

He Wentao would never do shoddy work.

"I'll treat you today, let's have a meal together to celebrate our first step!"

"Long live Mr. He!"

A burst of cheers rang in the office.

...

He Wentao was excited because he completed the established first plan.

In Chaozhou City, Qian Zhiming was also excited.

While excited, he felt deeply saddened.
To be continued...