By the side, the musician nodded and signaled to a staff member.
The staff member went over to the console and played a pre-recorded song. It wasn’t Zhang Yuanqi’s voice, but another woman’s. Her singing was so-so. It was just a song sample, “When will the dear moon be clear and bright. With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the dear clear sky. In the heavens, on this dear night, I wonder, what season…” There were a few words added in between, and some of the words and phrases had been changed.
Fang Weihong introduced, “The song’s mainstream popularity characteristics are quite strong. With small modifications to the original lyrics and adding some chorus words, it still keeps the original’s feel to it.”
Zhang Yuanqi looked at Zhang Ye, “What do you think?”