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"Old Fang, didn't you have a backup plan?"

Seeing "Blue Lotus" firmly above "Ivory Mountain", Yan Ping felt extremely uncomfortable.

Didn't Lao Fang say earlier that he would invite millions of online celebrities to help promote it? Has it started yet?

Fang Tai rubbed his temples, his spirits even worse than Yan Ping's. "It was arranged a long time ago, but..."

"But what?!" Yan Ping demanded, urging Fang Tai to speak quickly, urging him not to keep them in suspense.

"These online celebrities did help us promote our products, after all, we paid them."

But they also helped promote Mr. Mask, and for free, because they wanted to ride the coattails of "The Blue Lotus"!

After Fang Tai finished speaking, Yan Ping almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

What is that?

These internet celebrities promoted him without him spending any money.

It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting!

"So there's nothing we can do? The company won't lend a hand?" Yan Ping was still unwilling to give up.

With no pop stars appearing, this is a rare opportunity. Besides, I've already spent so much money; am I really going to let it all go to waste?

Fang Tai did not answer the question; instead, he remained silent.

"Old Fang, don't be a mute at a time like this!" Yan Ping was furious. Why was he playing the mysterious card at a time like this?

Fang Tai didn't want to hurt Yan Ping, but since you're so eager to suffer, I'll just have to oblige.

"It's not that the company isn't helping you; on the contrary, even the director is trying to find a solution for you."

But a very real problem has arisen: Mr. Mask is releasing a new song this Saturday!

Yan Ping: ? ? ?

"Isn't 'Blue Lotus' only been out for a short time, and now you're going to release another song?"

Is this masked man so prolific?

"Damn, if you do the math, his song release rate is comparable to that of an entire entertainment company!"

Yan Ping suddenly realized this, and goosebumps rose on his skin. It was terrifying to think about!

Fang Tai shook his head. "Not only that, but the quality of his songs is also terrifying."

When quality and quantity are combined, even a top-tier singer might not be able to turn the tide.

So the director's idea is to first assess the quality of Mr. Mask's song this time.

If the quality is just average, it means Mr. Mask has almost run out of good songs. We can provide some resources to help promote "Ivory Mountain".

If the opponent's songs are still very strong, how can "Ivory Mountain" compete with seven or eight of their good songs?

It would be better to change strategies and focus on maintaining second place.

The director's view is very rational and aims to avoid unnecessary losses to the greatest extent possible.

Yan Ping slumped dejectedly on the sofa. He had missed this opportunity, and he didn't know when the next one would come.

Why is it so difficult to remove the word "substitute" when it's so close?

After thinking for a while, Yan Ping suddenly spoke up: "Old Fang, let's go to the Hive Bar!"

"Okay, let's go take a look!"

Not only Yan Ping, but even Fang Tai was curious about who this masked man, who had suddenly risen to prominence and caused headaches for many entertainment companies, really was...

...

"Fourth Master, let me hug you!" After sending the demos of the three songs to Zhao Kuang, Bei Chen finally had some free time.

He really liked this chubby orange cat.

"The world won't collapse so easily..."

The phone rang!

When Bei Chen took it, he saw that it was labeled "Mom".

He was somewhat dazed!

Yes, Bei Chen is not alone; he also has a mother, Liang Guyin, who is the president of the Pipa Association.

My father is the president of a piano association, Beiheshan.

However, the current Bei Chen is no longer the original owner, which makes him somewhat unsure how to get along with the original owner's parents.

After thinking it over, he answered the phone. Avoiding the problem wasn't the solution; he would have to face it sooner or later.

"Hey, Xiao Chen, the Mid-Autumn Festival is in a few days, do you want to go home for a visit?"

If you're really busy, that's fine, no problem!

Since the original owner's car accident, Liang Guyin has noticed that his personality has become increasingly withdrawn.

That's true; no one would have a good time in such a situation.

How could she, as a mother, be happy to see her son suffering?

So when two gloomy people meet, even their aura becomes melancholic.

To avoid the two of them living in this emotional state every day, the original owner escaped from the house and came to the Hive Bar.

As a result, Liang Guyin now doesn't dare to speak too forcefully.

Bei Chen thought Liang Guyin had come to inquire about the Beehive Bar, but he didn't expect her to want him to go home.

That's true, he hasn't returned even once since he transmigrated.

"I'll take a look then, and I'll go back when I have time!" Bei Chen's voice was a little hoarse.

"Okay, then let me know in advance when you're coming back, and I'll prepare more food!"

Bei Chen heard it clearly; the other person's voice was slightly choked, but they hid it very well.

Liang Guyin seemed afraid to bother Bei Chen any longer, and hung up after only a few words.

With a sigh, Bei Chen went to the window and looked at the scenery outside.

He could clearly sense Liang Guyin's concern.

This feeling is completely natural and genuine.

It pierces straight into your heart, bringing warmth and peace.

Blood ties are truly an indescribable feeling, one that cannot be severed.

Well, I'll just go back and make the trip...

...

September 7th, White Dew!

The arrival of White Dew basically ends the sweltering heat of summer, and the weather gradually turns cool, with dew condensing in the cold air.

The temperature difference between day and night is gradually widening, so some of the people who came to the Hive Bar had already put on light jackets, and would take them off when they felt hot.

Xu Xueqing is a fan of traditional Chinese style and has been a long-time member of the traditional Chinese style community.

I usually like to wear traditional Chinese clothing to take photos in ancient towns and alleys, and my favorite singer is undoubtedly Shu Jun.

Upon hearing that Mr. Mask was going to sing ancient-style songs, I got excited and came to Beehive Bar with like-minded friends from the ancient-style music circle.

They were stunned when they pushed open the door...