SFS Chapter 148 Dance Music Replacement
Chapter 148 Dance Music Replacement
Inside, there was an exquisite dance costume. The gorgeous embroidery, the delicate tailoring, and the unique design style all made Jiang Songchu exclaim in amazement.
Jiang Songchu pointed to the clothes hanging on the hanger with disbelief, her voice full of surprise: "Sister Jinzi, is this my second dance outfit?"
Seeing Jiang Songchu's delighted expression, Jinzi felt a surge of pride. She smiled and asked, "Do you like it?"
"Ever since I heard you talk about your dance inspiration, I've gone to great lengths to get my hands on this outfit."
"I not only consulted a large number of ancient books and visited many craftsmen, but I finally managed to get a set of clothes that is both historically accurate and aesthetically pleasing."
"I hope to create the most perfect stage look for you."
Jiang Songchu was filled with excitement, her eyes sparkling. She stepped forward and gently stroked the exquisite fabric, as if feeling the millennia-old cultural heritage flowing within it.
"Sister Jin, you're amazing! I really love you!"
"This outfit is practically tailor-made for my dance!"
Upon seeing this, Jinzi was overjoyed beyond words.
Because she could tell that Jiang Songchu's performance was genuine, which was the greatest affirmation of her aesthetic sense and hard work.
“I will be traveling with you this time, and I will personally create your makeup.”
"I want to make sure that every detail of you on stage is perfect."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Songchu beamed with joy: "That would be perfect, Sister Jinzi. I have complete confidence in entrusting this to you."
At this moment, Chen Yun hurriedly walked in. She glanced at her watch and said anxiously, "Hurry up and pack your things. It's getting late, we need to get to the airport quickly."
Jinzi and Jiang Songchu exchanged a smile and hurried off to prepare.
Jiang Songchu carefully folded the exquisite dance costume and put it into her suitcase, then carefully checked the other items she needed to bring.
Jinzi was busy packing her makeup tools, arranging various cosmetics, brushes, mirrors and other items neatly to ensure they wouldn't be damaged during the trip.
After everything was ready, the group headed to the airport together.
That evening, the plane took off again on time, bringing the group to Ningzhou City.
Meanwhile, backstage at the recording of "Qi Wu Hua Zhang" at Landong TV Station in Ningzhou City, it was already almost 10 o'clock.
The entire backstage area was brightly lit, and many staff members had been busy for a long time, moving around in every corner. Some were checking the stage equipment, some were adjusting the lighting and sound, and others were communicating about details.
After ensuring that tomorrow's recording would go perfectly, director Xia He finally announced that everyone was off work.
He stood in the center of the stage, looked around, and said loudly, "Everyone has worked hard today. Now you can go home. Let's keep up the good work tomorrow! The recording is finished, and we'll be free soon!"
As soon as the words were spoken, each department cheered, as if a balloon had been released from pressure, and instantly relaxed, starting to pack up their things to leave work.
The audio editing team was also preparing to pack up and leave work.
Old Zhao sat in front of the computer, skillfully saving files and tidying up the desktop.
Seeing that he was still busy, a colleague asked, "Old Zhao, aren't you leaving yet?"
Old Zhao looked up, smiled, and replied, "I'll leave as soon as I'm ready. You can go back first."
My colleague nodded and said apologetically, "Then I'll head out now. My wife ordered me some late-night snacks, so I need to get home and enjoy them, haha."
With that, the other person picked up their bag and hurriedly left, not forgetting to turn back and call out, "Old Zhao! Remember to lock the door!"
Old Zhao smiled and waved, indicating that he could rest assured.
After watching his colleague leave, Lao Zhao's eyes darkened, and a calculating glint flashed in them.
He had worked at this TV station for many years and knew every corner of it like the back of his hand, knowing where the blind spots of the surveillance cameras were and where the safety exits were.
He casually turned off the lights and closed the door, picked up his briefcase, and left the office.
He then went out as usual to take the elevator downstairs, but there were too many people waiting for the elevator, and it was crowded and noisy.
Old Zhao seemed a little reluctant to squeeze in with them, so he greeted everyone and said, "I'll take the fire escape, you guys take the elevator first."
No one paid any attention, and they all nodded and continued to wait for the elevator.
Old Zhao turned and walked into the fire escape staircase. At that moment, he felt as if he had entered a completely different world. There were no surveillance cameras, only dim lights and echoing footsteps.
Once inside the fire escape staircase, he entered a blind spot for surveillance cameras, which became the best cover for his actions.
He went down one floor using the fire escape stairs.
This floor is mostly used as storage rooms for the programs on the previous floor, filled with various props and equipment, making it look somewhat cluttered.
But precisely because of this, there were hardly any people here, providing him with excellent concealment.
Old Zhao arrived at the stairwell, quickly took out the prepared hat, clothes, mask and sunglasses from his bag, and skillfully put them on.
After making sure his face was completely covered and there was no chance of anything going wrong, he pushed open the door to the fire escape and went out.
He easily found the fire escape staircase at the other end and went up it.
By this time, most of the backstage staff had left, with only a few still packing up.
Old Zhao carefully observed his surroundings, making sure no one was paying attention to him, before taking out a spare office key from his pocket and slipping into the office.
He quickly walked to his colleague's computer and skillfully turned it on.
Because they were very familiar with each other, Lao Zhao knew the other party's password habits well, so he easily unlocked the computer.
Then, he opened a folder and replaced the original file with the prepared audio file, his movements clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.
After the replacement was completed, he carefully deleted the operation log, as if nothing had ever happened.
He then carefully retraced his steps and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
At this point, apart from the culprits, no one knew that the dance music had been replaced.
The entire backstage area returned to silence, with only the occasional hum of equipment, seemingly telling the story of a busy day.
Unbeknownst to them, a meticulously planned conspiracy had been quietly laid.
The night passed without incident, and time slipped by quietly.
Jiang Songchu got up with renewed energy. After washing up, she sat at the dining table and ate her breakfast heartily.
After breakfast, the group headed to Landong TV Station again. The scenery outside the car window rushed past, and everyone was filled with tension and excitement.
Before long, everyone arrived at the television station.
Seemingly in preparation for the grand finale of "Dancing with the Stars", the front desk of Landong TV Station was decorated in a very grand manner.