'This one's really good,' Jin Ling and Huang Jingping were lying behind the computer, looking at the photos taken during this trip. There was also a thick blanket on the desk, which was a gift for her this time.
'The scenery in this place you went to is really quite good,'
'Don't worry, once the car website is up and running, there will be plenty of opportunities like this. I want to start a column on in-depth self-guided driving tours. If you like, you can experience all these scenic spots around the capital city, and there are still quite a few places worth seeing,'
'Are you giving me more work?'
'Of course not. This is an opportunity for you to relax,' Feng Yiping teased.
Huang Jingping changed the subject in time, "Sister Jin, watch the video. I'll tell you, it's really well shot," and she took out two discs and inserted them into the desktop computer's optical drive.
Feng Yiping blew her a silent kiss. Sure enough, you really understand me. This is what I've been waiting for, sitting here all this time.
Because it was a fixed shot, the image was very stable, but at the beginning, it was a bit noisy. When the morin khuur started playing and Feng Yiping sang, the sound immediately quieted down.
The more national, the more global, this is a good saying.
The sound of singing with distinctive grassland characteristics easily captured the hearts of the listeners, or rather, knocked on their hearts.
The simple filming style, the seemingly red bonfire, the scattered sparks, the expressions of the audience members who have hurriedly arrived and are quickly entranced, the unprofessional sound recording... the whole thing seems to have a unique flavour that is more genuine than those well-produced music videos with grand scenes and beautiful images.
Whether it is the people and objects in the camera, or the sound, none of it has been post-processed, it is truly authentic.
In fact, it is Feng Yiping himself. At first, it seems a little unnatural. The audience doesn't care if they are being filmed, and their reactions, whether they are surprised or intoxicated, are all genuine.
The sound is the same. In the background, there is not only the sound of the campfire burning, the wind, and the footsteps of the people running up behind the sound, but also the neighing of horses in the distance. All of this is completely recorded, without even noise filtering.
However, all of this, combined with Feng Yiping's own voice, which had not undergone professional vocal training, and the piano sound, which was not very accurate, were different from the sound effects that had been packaged and adjusted through various means. They were like unpolished jade and were even more captivating.
After watching it, Jin Ling, like the others present, didn't even clap her hands.
'What do you think? It's not bad, is it?' Huang Jingping touched her.
'Oh? Oh! It's not bad,' Jin Ling nodded and said.
Feng Yiping now had the opportunity to show off, revealing a dispirited look as if he had secretly practiced a few times, a bit overwhelmed by the world, and unable to find an opponent. 'Oh, sometimes it's quite worrying. I always feel that it's not good to be too outstanding, to be so outstanding in everything, and to leave no room for other people to live!'
He crossed his legs and leaned his head back against the sofa, 'A life of being too outstanding is really lonely as snow!'
Huang Jingping really liked his funny performances and thought that he was adorable in his current appearance. Smiling, she ran over and kissed him on the forehead, "You're the best!'
Jin Ling, however, felt that he was now in a state of extreme narcissism and despicable, shaking his head, "I was going to watch it again, but heck, forget it,'
'Admiration is just two words, and saying them doesn't matter,' Feng Yiping said with a smile after the performance.
Jin Ling didn't pick up on this at all, "Are you planning to just put it on the convenience store website and post links to it on various websites and forums? It will attract a lot of people to the website to learn about our promotions, but don't you think about the trouble that will come your way?'
'You don't need to tell me, I've already made arrangements," Feng Yiping didn't want to be in the spotlight because of this song.
Huang Jingping took out another disc and put it in. 'Sister, take a look at this one,' she said. This disc was identical to the previous one at first glance. Everything else was the same, except that only Feng Yiping's chin was visible, the rest of his face was outside the frame.
Jin Ling laughed when she saw it. 'That's weird! But okay, this will arouse people's curiosity even more. I'll have them put it on the website right away,'
'Remember to specify that the copyright belongs entirely to the singer,' Feng Yiping reminded her.
'Do you want to sell it?' Jin Ling gave him a disdainful look.
'Just to avoid trouble,'
'Sister, come over for dinner tonight. We've brought back lots of specialty products from the grasslands. Not to mention the half roast whole lamb,' Huang Jingping put her arms around Jin Ling's neck and invited her to dinner at their home.
Jin Ling swallowed a mouthful of saliva secretly, 'There are so many people at your house, I'd better not go,'
Grandpa, Mum and Dad have not yet left, especially Grandpa, who is visiting Feng Yiping's home in the capital for the first time. It is a rare occasion, so of course he will stay for a few days.
It is always a bit awkward eating with relatives you don't know well, but with roast whole lamb, hand-pulled pork, beef jerky, curdled milk tofu... Jin Ling is very hesitant.
'Don't worry, come on. I know you're a rich girl, but my grandparents and parents are always polite to you,' Feng Yiping said.
'Okay, I'll go over after work,' Jin Ling was not pretentious.
Watching the pair holding hands and walking out laughing, Jin Ling played it again, then unconsciously picked up the phone and dialed her father's number.
The director of the Provincial Planning Commission, who had just finished a meeting, took the phone handed to him by his secretary. He was a little surprised to see that it was his daughter calling. If he remembered correctly, she never called him at work for fear of disturbing him. Was something wrong? 'Ling, what's wrong?'
'Nothing, Dad, I'm fine. How about you? How's your health these days?'
...
In the office of the science and technology park, on a large table made of plywood, the final design plan drawings for the design office were laid out. The women, led by Xiao Cai, were not very satisfied. None of the designs they had created had been adopted.
However, they had to admit that the final design plan was really quite good and met the requirements of their design company.
Of course it did. How could it not?
Although they were not fortunate enough to work for those world-class companies, and they never visited them, there were many informative posts online about visits to the industrial parks of various companies, and Feng Yiping read a lot of them.
This is a preliminary draft designed by Feng Yiping based on his memory and drawing on the strengths of the office areas of various companies in the future IT industry, such as Microsoft, Apple, Google, Baidu, Tencent, etc., and then improved by Jiasheng Design Studio. To put it bluntly, as long as it is implemented according to the drawings, it will definitely be much stronger than the current office areas of the above-mentioned companies.
Looking at the design plan, the first name on the signature is Feng Yiping, followed by Jiasheng Design Studio. Xiao Cai was not happy. 'Why is it just your name? The roof design is not based on our plan? Why isn't our name on it?'
Yes, the other ideas were useless, but the roof was at least based on Xiao Cai and their plan, and it was designed to look like the stars in the sky.
'First of all, I did the overall plan, so I'm of course the first author. Besides,' Feng Yiping pointed to the second author, "don't you want to join Jiasheng Design Studio, an excellent, avant-garde, top-notch team with fruitful results and frequent masterpieces, and," he pointed to himself, 'with me as the lead designer?'