Chen Ya put his arm around Jiang Xinhai's shoulders and walked towards the elevator.

He pressed the elevator buttons frantically. Even after the buttons were lit up, his fingers kept poking at them, as if he wanted to poke the elevator to pieces.

"Just press it once." Jiang Xinhai reminded quietly beside him.

"I know." Chen Ya said a little irritably, "Have you told them about the progress of our album?"

"No, I'm not stupid."

Jiang Xinhai said obediently.

Chen Ya glanced at her.

Jiang Xinhai felt that his eyes seemed to say, "You are obedient, but you are a fool."

Her face fell and she suddenly felt insulted.

With a "ding" sound, the two walked into the elevator and finally felt a little relaxed.

"I underestimated the company's bottom line," Chen Ya said with a dark face, "They didn't give me anything and still wanted to block me."

Jiang Xinhai tilted his head and said, "There's one thing I don't understand."

"What?"

"Aren't you making money for the company? Would the company just sit there and wait for the profits to be made and ban its own people?"

Chen Ya shook his head and said, "This is what I told you, this circle is a complicated place.

"The cliques, undermining, and vicious competition in the music industry are worse than you might imagine. Sometimes, if you offend a big boss, he can make you lose all your work for the entire year.

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"They don't value talent. In their eyes, low-level creators are plentiful, like leeks, and are not scarce at all. As long as you have money, you can push them up and say you're good, or not.

"So, they would rather ban one or two creators than offend a big boss. They are even more reluctant to offend someone like Yingzi, who is successful and influential in the industry."

Jiang Xinhai felt a little discouraged after hearing this and said, "If that's the case, won't there be no room for grassroots creators to survive?"

Chen Ya gestured with his hand to form a small, narrow circle and said, "There is living space, but not much, just this much. You can only earn this little bit of food because others have left you a way to survive."

Jiang Xinhai was silent.

"This isn't the final form yet," Chen Ya said seriously. "Once this trend develops to its final form, it will be entirely about capital. Creativity and works will be completely unimportant."

"By that time, stars and idols will be just symbols, and their works will be just tools to make money. It won't matter who the people like. As long as capital supports someone, there will always be a large number of people who like them, and naturally they will be praised to a level that does not belong to them."

"Even if someone has no manners and can't even speak clearly, as long as they have good looks, they can harvest a large number of brainless fans, and countless cultural garbage will be concocted around this person... That is the ultimate form of the music scene—

“Although it’s a music scene, there’s no more music.”

Although Chen Ya spoke with confidence, Jiang Xinhai was completely confused.

She couldn't imagine a world like that.

Songs are meant to be listened to.

How can anyone like a bad song?

She couldn't understand.

Chen Ya put his hand on her shoulder.

"You and I are here to change this situation."

The corners of Jiang Xinhai's mouth twitched for a moment: "Hehe... Hehe. You started again."

The two walked out of the company and the sun was shining brightly outside.

"What am I starting again? I'm serious." Chen Ya said, "I just want to produce high-quality works, make a lot of money, and give those who only care about money a slap in the face!"

Jiang Xinhai grabbed his arm and said, "Let's not get mad for now. Let's think about what to eat later."

"You can eat anything you want... Why don't you think the same way as me? Get on the same page with me."

Jiang Xinhai yawned and said, "Aren't we finished yet?"

"ah?"

"Our album is over," Jiang Xinhai said. "The company won't support you and is trying to ban you. I refused to sign with the company, and the queen is targeting you by name. You still owe 2 million, and the whole world is against you and Daolang... How can we release our album?"

Chen Ya patted Jiang Xinhai's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, as long as Daolang's concert is a success, my funds will be recovered. Once I have the funds, we can release an album at our own expense, and then everything will be fine."

Jiang Xinhai shrugged: "I hope so. I was also planning on just forgetting it if I couldn't release the album."

"How can I let it go?" Chen Ya frowned. "I told you I'd make you the queen, and you will definitely become the queen. Otherwise, do you think I'm talking nonsense?"

Jiang Xinhai nodded seriously and said, "I don't think you're talking nonsense, so, is there anything else you want to say to me?"

"Is there anything else I want to tell you?"

"Have you forgotten?"

"Ah?" Chen Ya was confused.

"About the third time you said you liked me." Jiang Xinhai blinked and looked at his face.

"Ah? When?" Chen Ya was stunned.

"Just now in the reception room," Jiang Xinhai said, wanting to laugh, "When you pulled me away, you said I was your beloved."

"Oh, that," Chen Ya said, relieved, "that's just a metaphor."

"Metaphorically, right? So I'm not your beloved, and you're not talking, you're just farting, right?" Jiang Xinhai stared at him with his bright eyes.

"Well……"

"That is to say, you said it casually. I misunderstood." Jiang Xinhai played with his hair at the temples with his fingers.

"It's not random..."

"I said there will be no more than three times of punishment. I will take it seriously. You didn't take it to heart, did you?" Jiang Xinhai had a sweet smile on his face.

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