Pan Qingchuan smiled indifferently and said, "We Qingyin have always paid attention to quality and not quantity. Those who can come here are word of mouth and believe in our quality."

Manager Qixuan continued: "I just want the chorus effect of a hundred people, and it must be put on the promotional homepage on Friday. If you can do it, we will do the chorus every year of our celebration here in the future."

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

This company is a listed company. If there is such an order every year, at least one income can be calculated at a relatively stable amount.

Pan Qingchuan was confident and accepted the challenge. Yes, you can get the finished product early on Friday morning.

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

After recording the chorus of these fifteen people, it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon. Pan Qingchuan also wanted to get the final payment early, so he only took a few bites of instant noodles and started to work on the post-production.

I also explained it to the short section that most people think that the song is nothing more than the sound of a human voice and the accompaniment, but whether the first-hand song is successful depends on whether the human voice and the accompaniment are separated or integrated.

As for how to turn the fifteen chorus into a chorus of a hundred people.

Pan Qingchuan told Xiao Duan that this is an advanced vocal mixing technique, and only after it is done well can it be perfect. He carefully adjusted the complex equipment.

Finally, the effect of the chorus of hundreds of people echoed in Xiaoduan's ears.

Although Xiaoduan was very serious, he still didn't write down some steps.

He felt that although his talent was not as good as Pan Qingchuan, he would definitely fly first and try his best 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 dedication when singing suddenly came to Pan Qingchuan's mind.

He carefully adjusted each pitch. Even though he knew that many people came to him to record the sound just to fulfill his dream and was not a professional requirement, he would still seriously adjust each pitch.

Before he knew it, he had been in a while for another night. He got up and came to the terrace. The sky was already white.

The sunlight gradually penetrated through the clouds and hit the dazzling golden color in front of you.

He glanced at his phone at five o'clock in the morning.

There has been no call from home. He thought it might have forgotten that he wanted to call back this point, but he was afraid that it would disturb his mother to sleep.

The first bus came home from [Qingyin] at 6:00. At this time, Pan Qingchuan tuned another song.

When it comes to things he loves, he always feels tireless.

He arrived at the station at 6:50 and caught the first bus. It was already seven o'clock when he got home.

On weekdays, Liu Yu has already risen, and Pan Aiguo should be home.

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

He went to his parents' bedroom to take a look. The beds were neatly tidy. Did he go out so early?

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

She went to the bedroom in a hurry and actually ran into Pan Qingchuan.

Pan Qingchuan helped him and asked, "Mom, why are you so anxious?"

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

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

He asked, "Where is my dad?"

After this question, Liu Yu's tears suddenly fell.

"Hey!" she sighed.

A bad premonition suddenly surged into my mind: "What's wrong with mom?"

Liu Yu hesitated for a moment and said, "Your dad is sick!"

I had a fever yesterday, maybe it was a high fever, and asked, "Is it a high fever not going away? Why don't you call me!"

Liu Yu cried even harder.

"Your dad won't let me tell you!" she said with a sob.

Pan Qingchuan's eyes also turned red, "We are a family, why should we hide it from me!"

Liu Yu still decided to go against Pan Aiguo's idea.

Tell Pan Qingchuan the truth: "Your father has liver cancer, and that tumor is as big as a fist!"

Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo...I can't help crying.

Pan Qingchuan felt like a bolt from the blue. He stood there, his head was numb and his eyes were black.

He tried to breathe heavily to calm himself down and comfort his mother: "Mom, now that the medical treatment is so developed, it will definitely be cured."

Liu Yu shook his head: "Your father said he did not have medical insurance and he would have to spend his own money. He didn't want to treat it anymore. He would come home if the fever subsided."

Pan Qingchuan used his arms to wrap his mother's shoulders, making her tremble not that much.

Wensheng comforted: "Even without medical insurance, we have money to treat. My rich mother."

After finding a few clothes that Liu Yu had brought to Pan Aiguo, they went out to take a taxi to the hospital.

Originally, Pan Qingchuan, who had not been sleeping all night, was not sleepy at all at this moment.

My mother said it on the way, and she received a call from her coworker saying that Pan Aiguo suddenly fainted. She thought she was too tired after she had a fever.

I went to the hospital to shoot the film and found out that the tumor in his liver was as big as a fist.

Doctors said that if a liver transplant is possible after the operation, there may be hope.

If conservatively treated, it may only have two months of survival time at most.

Pan Aiguo was reluctant to spend money on treatment. Besides, if he changed his liver, he would not talk about whether he could find a matching model successfully. Even if he found it, the cost of one or two million was not something that a low-level worker like him could afford.

Pan Qingchuan gives his parents 10,000 yuan every year to buy medical insurance. Only now does he realize that they have cheated him on buying it, but in fact they saved up the money and wanted to give it to him for future use.

Pan Qingchuan didn't say anything, gritting his teeth tightly, but tears fell like beads with broken threads.

He didn't want his mother to feel sad, so he turned his head and looked out the window.

At this moment, it was the time to go to work, the rush of passers-by and the congested traffic.

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

Pan Qingchuan always felt that he was very happy. Although he had been working with his parents when he was young, he was always together no matter where he went.

But at this moment, in the eyes of his father, money was much more expensive than his own life.

Thinking of the scene when he said he wanted to open this studio, his father gave him all his savings.

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

Fortunately, there was still 600,000 yuan on the bank card. He originally planned to pay the down payment, the high-end piano and gold microphone in the studio.

There are also those equipment, it should be fine to transfer it out to raise 600,000 or 700,000 yuan.

With more than one million, dad has hope of survival.
Chapter completed!