The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 706 - : 279 strong collaboration, master-level arrangement ()

Chapter 706: 279 strong collaboration, master-level arrangement (Chapter 3)

Ding Wenyang sighed, “It still has to be the chief disciple.”

Bai Lian held a cloak in her hand, not wearing it; seeing the car parked outside, she recently spent time in the piano room late into the evening, so she hardly went back to the dorm.

She didn’t go back today either.

In the driver’s seat, Jiang Fulai’s hands were crossed and resting on the steering wheel, the interior light casting deep and distinct features, always dressed in a cold, color-coordinated style.

Exquisite and lazy, meticulously handsome.

Bai Lian’s mood lifted considerably at the sight.

As she got into the car, Jiang Fulai casually tapped the steering wheel, a nearly imperceptible frown showing his dissatisfaction with the time she left the laboratory, “What’s keeping the freshmen so late?”

Even in his own laboratory, He Wen and the others were recently busy with a new project and had only just left.

“A project on extracting uranium from seawater,” Bai Lian said as she buckled her seatbelt, eyes downcast.

“They can refine that? Must cost a pretty penny. Can they even produce new materials,” Mister Jiang couldn’t help but scoff.

The laboratories provided to the freshmen by the school were all part of the experimental center; accustomed to top-tier laboratories, Jiang Fulai seldom found these facilities impressive – most of the projects seemed quite superficial.

Bai Lian gave him a deep, meaningful look.

“Of course, that’s them,” Jiang Fulai spoke calmly again, “Have you heard of hydrazine hydrate cellulose?”

Though Jiang Fulai didn’t research this area, he had attended some lectures and could offer a few suggestions. He started the car and headed off-campus, discussing the project topic with Bai Lian.

As the headlights switched on,

snowflakes began to flutter down from the sky suddenly and in large clumps.

Leaning against the car door, her finger lazily propping up her chin, Bai Lian watched the snowflakes drizzle down outside, her mind wandering slightly, “It’s snowing.”

Jiangjing was cold, and snow had started falling as early as December.

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Jiang Fulai drove Bai Lian to the parking lot of Shanhai Apartment; as the distance to building number five was short, she did not don her cloak.

The snowflakes spun gently, landing on her eyebrows and the top of her head.

After parking the car and turning off the engine, Jiang Fulai walked with her towards the building, their conversation shifting from hydrazine hydrate cellulose to the atmosphere in the laboratories.

“It’s not just about academic atmosphere,” Bai Lian said as she caught a falling snowflake with the cloak in her hand.

She leisurely described the Plasma Laboratory group to Jiang Fulai.

As he listened, Jiang Fulai brushed off a few undissolved snowflakes from her head, “There’s always some politics where there are people. Some research groups are like that, but most have a very good atmosphere. The Ma Institute’s group, for instance, is very decent.”

Seeing that Ji Heng’s courtyard lights were dimmed, Bai Lian didn’t bother to greet them; she climbed the stairs to the third floor with Jiang Fulai.

Recalling a sudden thought while listening to Jiang Fulai talk about the laboratory, she asked, “Is it true that no one dares to speak up in your lab?”

Given Jiang Fulai’s tendency to provoke with just a few words.

“It’s alright,” Jiang Fulai replied indifferently, “There are more who focus on the actual work, without too much cunning.”

Anyone slightly complex, like Gao Jiachen—even if from the Gao Family, he would not accept.

After sending Bai Lian home, Jiang Fulai returned to 302.

After thinking for a moment, he went to the study, turned on the phone, and made a video call.

On the other end, Academician Ma had just got home not long ago, “Investment or equipment?”

“No,” Jiang Fulai settled into his chair, his phoenix eyes narrowed, tone casual.

“Oh, goodbye,” Academician Ma reached out, about to hang up the video call.

Jiang Fulai leaned back, “I just sent her home, talked about the laboratory.”

Academician Ma’s mouth twitched at his “just sent her home,” but knowing Jiang Fulai was reaching out about Bai Lian, he didn’t disconnect, “What about it? What’s up with the lab?”

**

Director Jian’s music composition cycle was also longer than usual this time.

He had provided the main theme by Wednesday.

On Sunday noon, Bai Lian received a call from Director Jian while dining at 103.

At the table, Shen Qing and Tang Ming, Yang Lin, and others were present.

The table was laden with fish caught by Ji Heng, Lance, and Director Chen; Shen Qing and Director Chen were the main chefs, preparing fish head pots and a large plate of sauerkraut fish.

Holding her phone, Bai Lian stepped into the sunroom to take the call. There was no heating on the outside, but with glass all around and the glass doors of the hall open, it wasn’t particularly cold.

Standing before a potted plant, she watched as Ji Heng’s peony bloomed, “Director Jian.”

Director Jian had spent several days living in the recording studio, not getting enough sleep, yet he remained incredibly energized, “It’s done. The chorus isn’t very rich—I left some space. Let me play it for you first.”

The sound was still being burned onto a CD, so he directly played the demo of “Blossoms on the Tree” live for Bai Lian.

With the addition of military drums and saxophone, blending the sounds of the pipa and bamboo flute, the music oscillated between tension and relaxation. The few seconds of silence in the chorus were a masterful touch, catapulting the tension to its peak.

The next moment, the vigorous sounds of the Guzheng Matrix clashed boldly and fiercely.

Even Bai Lian was moved by the demo.

Two minutes later, Bai Lian finally spoke, “An astounding display of creativity.”

Truly the work of a master composer.

“I discussed it with Old Yin,” said Director Jian, “It’ll take an hour to burn the CD. Once it’s ready, I’ll deliver it to you.”

The quality of the CD burned in the recording studio was high, intended for use by the opera house. Director Jian had the CD directly burned.

Transferring via the internet could affect sound quality, and he would not tolerate any flaw in this song.

“Okay,” said Bai Lian as she hung up the call.

She looked down to see a new message on WeChat.

It was from Gao Shu: [Lianlian, there is a rehearsal of the first half of “Blossoms on the Tree” this afternoon. Do you have time to come and watch?]

Gao Shu knew Bai Lian was very interested in “Blossoms on the Tree.” This month there had been two rehearsals, and she had mentioned to Bai Lian about attending, but Bai Lian, because of her project and work with Academician Ma, hadn’t gone.

Bai Lian regarded Gao Shu’s message and leisurely replied with a word—

[OK]