"Furthermore, I will definitely recommend your composition to Dean Jian," Jiu Yinghui smiled, "and let him personally arrange it for you."
As a Guzheng Heir, Dean Jian's reputation in Jiangyin was well established, to say the least.
In the recent six months, as Yan Lu's master arranger, he had far surpassed others in the art world.
Shuo Qingyu himself was not inept at arranging music, but not to mention that Dean Jian's skill level was above his, having the words "Dean Jian" on his work would also add a different value to it.
He returned home with the business card, beginning to ponder over this matter.
He had always been aware of the old theater's dean canvassing for a theme song, and had even had someone get a copy of the script "Blossoms on the Tree."
The Jiu family had been involved in theater for generations, with his grandmother being a Peking Opera Heir, holding significant weight in the art industry.
