Pan Qingchuan smiled indifferently and said: "We Qingyin have always paid attention to quality rather than quantity, and those who can come here are all passed on by word of mouth and believe in our quality." ”

The corporate publicity manager continued: "I just want a chorus of 100 people, and it should be able to be put on the promotional homepage on Friday, and if you can do it, we will do it here every year in the future." ”

It is true that Pan Qingchuan doesn't like the person in front of him, but he is about to pay a down payment on the house, and then he needs a lot of money to decorate the house.

This company is a listed company, and if there is such a single order every year, at least one will have a relatively stable income.

Pan Qingchuan accepted the challenge with confidence, yes, you can get the finished product early on Friday morning.

Xiao Duan immediately admired him, after all, this is a very difficult thing.

After recording the small chorus of these fifteen people, it was already more than one o'clock in the afternoon, and Pan Qingchuan also wanted to get the final payment early, so he only ate two bites of instant noodles and began to be busy with post-production.

And explained to a small paragraph, most people think that songs are nothing more than the sound of human voices and accompaniment, but judging the success of first-hand song production depends on whether the human voice and accompaniment are separate or integrated.

As for how to turn a small chorus of fifteen into a chorus of hundreds.

Pan Qingchuan told Xiao Duan that this is an advanced vocal mixing technique, and it can only be perfect if it is done well, and he adjusts the complex equipment very carefully.

Finally, the effect of the 100-member chorus echoed in Xiao Duan's ears.

Although the small paragraph was read very carefully, there were still some steps that had not been written down.

He felt that although his talent was not as good as Pan Qingchuan, he would definitely fly first and work hard to fly towards his dream.

Next, Pan Qingchuan began to adjust the audio recorded by Lin Lin again, she was very white and thin, with long curly hair, and her serious devotion when singing, suddenly jumped in Pan Qingchuan's mind.

He adjusts every pitch very carefully, even though he knows that many people come to him to record just to fulfill one of their dreams, not a professional requirement, but he still carefully adjusts every pitch.

Before he knew it, he had stayed up all night, and he got up and came to the terrace, and the sky was already white.

The sun gradually shines through the clouds, hitting a dazzling golden yellow.

He glanced at his phone, and it was already five o'clock in the morning.

There has been no phone call from home, he thinks maybe he forgot about it, he wanted to call back this point, but he was afraid that it would make his mother sleep.

At a quarter past six o'clock, the first bus came home from [Qingyin], and at this time Pan Qingchuan tuned the tone of another song.

He always feels tireless in what he loves.

He arrived at the station at 6:05, caught the first bus, and arrived home at 7 o'clock.

On weekdays, this point Liu Yu has already risen, and Pan Aiguo should also arrive home.

But when Pan Qingchuan opened the door, the house was quiet.

He went to his parents' bedroom to take a look, the bed was neatly packed, could he have gone out so early?

He was just about to call and ask, but when he heard the key ring, Liu Yu hurried back.

She went to the bedroom in too much hurry and ran into Pan Qingchuan.

Pan Qingchuan helped him and asked, "Mom, why are you in such a hurry?" ”

Liu Yu hurriedly calmed down and said, "It's okay...... I'll come back and find something. ”

Pan Qingchuan saw that his mother's eyes were red, obviously she had just cried, and she looked very haggard.

He asked, "What about my dad?" ”

With this question, Liu Yu's tears suddenly fell uncontrollably.

"Hey!" She sighed.

A bad premonition suddenly came to mind: "What's wrong Mom?" ”

Liu Yu hesitated for a moment and then said: "Your dad is sick!" ”

I had a fever yesterday, maybe a high fever, and asked, "Is it a high fever that doesn't go away?" Why don't you call me! ”

Liu Yu cried even harder.

"Your dad won't let me tell you!" She choked up.

Pan Qingchuan's eyes were also red, "We are a family, why hide it from me!" ”

Liu Yu still decided to go against Pan's patriotic ideas.

Tell Pan Qingchuan the truth: "Your father has liver cancer, and that tumor is already the size of a fist!" ”

Woowoowoo...... I couldn't stop crying.

Pan Qingchuan only felt like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, standing in place, numb on the top of his head, and black in front of his eyes.

He tried to take a big breath to calm himself down and comfort his mother: "It's okay Mom, now that medical care is so advanced, it will definitely be cured." ”

Liu Yu shook his head: "Your father said that he doesn't have medical insurance, and he has to spend his own money, and he doesn't want to be treated, so he will come home when the fever is gone." ”

Pan Qingchuan wrapped her arms around her mother's shoulders so hard that she didn't tremble so much.

Wen Sheng comforted: "Even if we don't have medical insurance, we have money to treat." My rich mom. ”

accompanied Liu Yu to find a few clothes for Pan Aiguo, and they went out to take a taxi to the hospital.

Originally, because Pan Qingchuan, who was groggy because he hadn't slept all night, he didn't feel sleepy at all at the moment.

On the way, my mother said that she received a call from a worker, saying that Pan Aiguo suddenly fainted, and she thought that she was too tired with a fever.

I went to the hospital to take a film and found out that the tumor on his liver was already the size of a fist.

Doctors say there may be hope for a liver transplant after surgery.

If treated conservatively, there may be a maximum survival time of two months.

Pan Aiguo is reluctant to spend money on treatment, let alone change his liver, not to mention whether he can find a successful match, even if he finds it, the cost of one or two million is not something that a low-level worker like him can afford.

Pan Qingchuan gave his parents 10,000 yuan every year to buy medical insurance, and only now did he know that they tricked him into buying it, but in fact, he saved up the money and wanted to use it for him in the future.

Pan Qingchuan was silent, clenching his teeth tightly, but tears fell like beads with broken threads.

He didn't want his mother to look sadder, so he turned his head to look out the window.

At this moment, it is the point of going to work, the hurried passers-by, and the congested traffic.

Although the mother was extremely sad, she still felt sorry for the ticking price list of the taxi.

Pan Qingchuan has always felt that he is living a very happy life, although he has been working with his parents everywhere when he was young, but no matter where he goes, he is always a family.

But at this moment, in his father's eyes, money is much more expensive than his own life.

I think of the scene when he said that he wanted to open this studio, and his father gave him all his savings.

But now, he wants to give up on himself because of money.

Fortunately, there are still 600,000 yuan on the bank card that he originally planned to pay for the down payment, a high-end piano in the studio, and a golden microphone.

And those equipment, it should be no problem to transfer out and make up six or seven hundred thousand.

With more than one million, Dad has hope of survival.

When he arrived at the hospital, he saw Pan Aiguo's chapped lips, and the whole person was haggard, but he smiled honestly and said: "Chuanzi, why are you here, I just have a fever, my father is a rough man, it's okay." ”