At midnight.
The digital clock in the recording studio beeped to signal the time.
The cigarettes that were meant for the reconstruction of the model were brought back to the office as well. The awesome quartet had just started unpacking the cigarettes from their packs. Without the manpower from the morning and afternoon to help out, even the simple task of opening the packs to take the cigarettes out had taken them a long time to do. The more packs they opened, the more dispirited and tired they became.
Zhang Ye took a cig from the pile.
Sun Han lighted it for him then took one for himself as well.
At this time, Sun Han's phone rang. He answered the call and said, "Hello, Brother Chen….Has it been recorded already? Alright, alright. Thanks, you guys….OK…OK. I'll definitely treat everyone to a meal, definitely!"
Zhang Ye asked, "The background music is complete?"
