Go home...

What surprised Chen Mange herself was that when she thought of the word "home", the first thing she thought of was the Lu family.

Home is a destination, a harbor where the soul is anchored, and it is her last reliance after experiencing wind and rain.

Thoughts were removed from nostalgia. She thought for a while and sent a message: [Zi'an, I went to find a record with my classmates yesterday. She took me to the underground record library of the Conservatory of Music. I'll send you photos.]

There are many photos connected, and the light is dim.

Lu Zian slowly slashed, his eyes slightly deeper and his expression was solemn.

Seeing that Lu Zian didn't reply, he probably was looking at the photos.

Chen Mange continued: [This record library stores a large number of records collected by the Conservatory of Music, as well as some steel needle belts and opening master belts.]

As the photos slowly flipped over, Lu Zian was quite amazed at the rows of records.

[Among these records, the early 1920s, hand-carved records from the early 1920s; those in the later 1940s were basically the last batch of quick-revving records produced by Zhongsing, and there are many old records from the Soviet Union at that time. I roughly looked through them and these are all very valuable records.]

It can be said that the records in this room are almost a substantial display of the entire Chinese music history.

But such a memorable and collectible record is piled up on the shelves in a mess.

Due to uneven stress, the record will inevitably be bent and broken over time.

But if it is just bent and broken, it is still better, at least it can still listen.

More records are broken, and there is a piece of dregs inside the box, which is the most heartbreaking thing.

Lu Zian thought for a while before replying: [But this is only what you see.]

There have been so many records stored in the Conservatory of Music, but only part of them.

Perhaps, in places where they cannot see, there are more, the preservation environment is worse and the record is even more miserable.

Chen Mange, half lying on the bed, couldn't help but sit up slightly, with a stern expression.

Lu Zian's words were considered to be on the point, and this was exactly what she was most worried about.

[Zi'an, if I don't know all this, I may not feel anything, but when I have seen these, I can't sit still.]

Looking at this sentence, Lu Zian smiled slightly: [What do you want to do?]

[I want to invest some money and build a record library so that those records can be treated better and more properly.]

This is a long-term investment and it may not necessarily pay off.

[In addition, I also found out that Huaxia Records Beihai Company and Huaxia Records Yanghai Company have a large number of records that cannot be properly preserved, and many records are facing rust disasters...]

She analyzed one by one the significance of the records to the history of Chinese music and her regret for these records.

What Lu Zian saw was the efforts she made behind these superficial data.

She has really done research and is seriously thinking about the way out for these records.

Lu Zian thought about it and replied seriously: [Do what you want to do, don’t panic when encountering something, I have it.]

Chen Mange replied quickly: [There is no problem at the moment, I didn’t expect a definite way to save these records. By the way, the Beiya Records Company I contacted also sent me a short passage. It was Mr. Sun’s, I’ll send you to listen.]

The earliest existing file of great people's voices in China comes from Mr. Sun.

Lu Zian did not hesitate and directly clicked on the voice.

In the silence, Mr. Sun's speech with a strong Cantonese accent has traveled through a hundred years, echoing in the quiet room, becoming more and more shocking.

"You guys! We are all Chinese. We know that China has been the world's first-class power for thousands of years. Our civilization has made progress ahead of all countries... True Revolutionary Party sacrificed its country, came to achieve righteousness, and sacrificed its lives to save the country..."

Even though he was in a prosperous era, Lu Zian still felt passionate through this voice.

[The storage time of these records has reached its limit. Old records and master belts are deteriorating and deforming day by day... Mr. He said that my country's sound cultural relics are facing loss.]

In just one sentence, it is not difficult to see the sadness in Mr. He and Shen Mange's heart.

Lu Zian frowned slightly and tapped his fingers gently on the table. This was his little habit of thinking.

When Mr. Sun's voice stopped, he ticked again.

After a moment, he stretched his eyebrows and sent a message.

At this time, Chen Mange was ready to go to bed, and the word "good night" was still in the input column, but she was attracted by the message sent by Lu Zi'an.

[Linyuan: Since this is the case, why not transcribe them all through digital mode?]

Digital mode?

Chen Mange's sleepiness disappeared and probably had an idea, but he still asked: [What?]

[Just like you posted this recording of mine just now, you sorted out those records and entered them into a system to try to maintain the original sound quality. Of course, this is just my idea.]

After saying this, Chen Mange did not reply for a long time.

After Lu Zi'an finished writing this book, he packed up his things and prepared to go to bed.

As soon as he lay on the bed, Chen Mange replied to his WeChat: [!!! Zi'an! You are simply a genius!]

Actually, this idea is very simple, but it's just that the authorities are obsessed with it.

There was still class the next day, and Chen Mange didn't think about it in detail. He had been asleep for a long time with excitement.

Although she was very anxious, she still didn't ask for leave. After finishing her class, she directly contacted Mr. He from Beiyi Records.

After sorting out the general ideas last night and morning, Chen Mange completely described this idea to Mr. He.

Unexpectedly, Mr. He sighed.

"What's wrong?" Chen Mange was a little confused.

Mr. He smiled bitterly, his voice full of fatigue: "Ms. Chen, we have found a special company to understand this matter."

Why?

Chen Mange was a little confused: "I think this method is very good. Why didn't you take it? Is the transcription sound quality not meeting the requirements?"

"No, these can be reduced to the lowest level through technology..." Mr. He took a deep breath and was quite solemn: "I didn't want to talk about this in depth, but since Miss Chen asked, I won't hide it from you. Now, just the records in our company alone will be destroyed by 500,000 copies, all of which will be digitalized. We can't get this fee even if we do our best."

I feel a little embarrassed to say it, it is indeed insufficient funds.

After all, they all really love records and have the ability to do something for it. Who doesn’t want to work hard to do the best?

Seeing that Chen Mange didn't say anything, Mr. He smiled in a low voice and lit a cigarette: "I have contacted Yanghai Archives. They believe that if many records want to be digitized, they have to be repaired first. Regarding this repair, we have several problems. Record restoration work involves a wide range of issues. The first thing required is the ability of practitioners to appreciate the art of recording. This is not only a technical subject, but also an art subject. If you want to repair such a large number of records, one person and two people cannot complete it. What it requires is a team."

Moreover, the storage of these data-based record content is also a big problem.

They not only need a database to store them, but also a suitable venue for people to further appreciate the auditory delicacies left to them by these history.

One company does not have this strength, but several companies cannot reach an agreement.

Mr. He finally slowly knocked out the cigarette and smiled bitterly: "Ms. Chen, thank you very much for your attention to these old records. Really, you are not the first to discover this problem, but you are the first to sincerely find a way out for our records. Thank you very much."

"No need to thank you." Chen Mange took a deep breath and said slowly: "I'm sorry, Mr. He, can I ask, have you ever had a special document description about the establishment of this database?"

"Some." Mr. He was stunned: "Do you want it?"

“Yes, I need it.”

This little girl is quite tough.

Mr. He is not a person who never leaves the door. Although Chen Mange is not very famous, as Lu Zi'an's fiancée, she was very popular at the beginning. In addition, she is a student of Tsinghua University...

Tsinghua University has many talents! Anyway, it’s overwhelming. If she asks her to study, maybe these college students have different ideas?

Let’s take a life!

Mr. He spit out a smoke ring and smiled: "I will send it to you for my afternoon flight and related information today."

"Okay, thank you Mr. He." Chen Mange was worried that he would not give it to him, but he was a little surprised that he was so happy.

The secretary's actions were very fast. Although it was useless information, it was still well preserved.

The copy was sent to Chen Mange, but the handwriting was very clear and the browsing was not affected.

The thick stack not only provides a detailed explanation of the content of the record transcript, but also provides a special summary of some patents required for dataization.

In general, except for the database design that is a little behind, most of the others can be used directly.

Chen Mange watched it for a long time, and it was late that night. The next day, he even took these documents on the plane. He had not finished reading it until he returned to Changyan.

She doesn't know much about many professional terms, so she has to look at them while looking, which is even slower.

But after leaving the airport, she put away all the information.

I happily hugged and chatted with everyone, and gave a rough description of my college life.

Qu Duoduo was very yearning for: "That's Tsinghua!"

Zou Kai, who was standing beside him, looked depressed and his face was full of sleepiness.

Chen Mange also greeted him. It was rare to see him like this. He was very strange: "Zou Kai, what's wrong with you? Did you go to kill ghosts last night?"

"Ask her!" Zou Kai stared at Qu Duoduo with accusation.

Qu Duoduo was very calm: "Don't pay attention to him, he's nervous again."

"Haha? What's wrong, he's provoking you again?" Chen Mange was pulled forward by her, and she didn't forget to reach out to hold Lu Ma's arm.

"... Didn't I set the automatic reply of QQ to [Hmm, so what?]? As a result, Zou Kai didn't know what crazy he was last night, so he talked to my automatic reply all night!" Qu Duoduo looked dark: "And he came to ask me about my thoughts. I said too much and I was too lazy to see. Tsk, he was actually angry with me! It was obviously he stupid!"
Chapter completed!