Zhang Ze's words opened Fang Yang's eyes. He realized that in the eyes of Hong Kong people, award ceremonies had such meanings, which truly overturned Fang Yang's worldview.

However, Fang Yang thinks this is fine. Awards ceremonies are different from competitive sports. There is no need to fight to the death on stage, nor is it necessary to be as meticulous as CCTV galas to avoid any mishaps. It is a grand event for entertainers, and its original intention is to entertain the public.

"Yes, Teacher Zhang's words have seen through the true essence of entertainment, and that's certainly true. But aren't you going to compete for this trophy?"

“How could we not compete?” Zhang Ze looked at Fang Yang strangely. “President Fang, the market is only so big. If you don’t compete, how will you stand out? Even if the mainland market is bigger, there are even more people competing. Although you are a capitalist, don’t tell me you haven’t experienced the underhanded tactics of the capitalist world!”

Fang Yang nodded. The competition of capital is everywhere. It has gotten a little better in recent years, remaining within certain limits, unlike before when it was all bloody after it was torn apart. The growth of capital is a bloody killing road.

Seemingly knowing what Fang Yang was thinking, Zhang Ze said, "Now many things are on the right track, and the scope for manipulation behind the scenes has been greatly reduced. Everyone is acting within the rules. However, the nature of capital will never change. So I suggest that when you invest large sums of money, don't go it alone. It's good to bring in some assistants to help you relieve the pressure."

Fang Yang nodded and didn't say anything more. Zhang Ze's words contained some well-intentioned advice, but it was also possible that there was capital pushing behind the scenes. Yuewen Entertainment Media was still a sapling and couldn't withstand too much wind and waves. As of now, Fang Yang would not get involved in big-budget films unless they were on equal footing!

"Hey, you've been nominated for Best Composer, your chances of winning are pretty good!"

Suddenly, Zheng Xiuli nudged Fang Yang, causing him to turn his gaze to the big screen. The influence of the divine album was too great; no one dared to exclude Fang Yang. At least a nomination was a sure thing, not to mention the hit song "Blue and White Porcelain" which had come from behind and whose downloads of more than 200 million in the past month had set a ceiling for the music industry!

Fang Yang, the youngest of the six nominees for Best Composer, was introduced last. Qi Lu gave a detailed introduction to Fang Yang's achievements over the past year. Even the Hong Kong bigwigs who had previously paid no attention to the mainland music market couldn't help but gasp. This achievement was too impressive. Even the big and powerful Hong Kong companies couldn't help but be tempted!

Zhang Zejiu, who was active in China, knew a little about Fang Yang's record, but he couldn't say for sure. After all, he was too busy to pay attention to specific data. He only found out the details after Qi Lu told him.

"Mr. Fang, it has to be you! Earning over 20 billion yuan from a single album is an unprecedented achievement in our country. It's truly astonishing!"

"That's the love and support of your fans. You've been through that historical moment yourself!"

Zhang Ze did not object, but still sighed, "The mainland market is too big. We have all missed the best time. Now we want to enter the mainland market, but unfortunately we are a bit short of momentum. It's a bit of a regret to think about it."

Fang Yang patted Zhang Ze on the shoulder to comfort him. Just then, Yang Peng on stage shouted, "The winner of Best Composer is—Mr. Fang Yang! Congratulations everyone!"

Amid applause, Fang Yang rose and walked onto the stage. Yang Peng greeted him, saying, "Mr. Fang is truly talented. At such a young age, you have won the Best Composer award, making you the youngest composer in the history of our Golden Melody Awards. Do you have any words for us who will follow in your footsteps?"

Fang Yang took the microphone from Yang Peng and smiled, saying, "Build a solid foundation, then cherish life, observe life, and gather inspiration. Success always favors those who work hard!"

This time, Yang Peng didn't cause any trouble. After a brief interview with Fang Yang, someone came up to present Fang Yang with an award. It was the deputy director of Yangcheng TV. After shaking hands with Fang Yang, the director placed the trophy in Fang Yang's hand and encouraged him, saying, "I love listening to your songs. You are a very dedicated composer. I look forward to you going even further in the future!"

Fang Yang expressed his gratitude, then bowed to everyone around him before calmly stepping off the stage with the trophy in his hand. He felt that this was how an award should be received—simple yet effective.

Zheng Xiuli took Fang Yang's trophy, examined it carefully, and exclaimed in surprise, "How strange! This trophy is bigger than mine!"

Fang Yang glanced at the two trophies. "What's so strange about that? They're made of different materials. What's meaningful is that they're engraved with the time and your name. Everything else is irrelevant. Do you think you can sell them for money just because they're gold-plated?"

Zheng Xiuli rolled her eyes at Fang Yang and handed both trophies back to him, saying, "You can take yours, I'll just take mine."

Fang Yang accepted the trophies, holding one in each hand. He felt that the organizers were a bit unfair, as there wasn't a single table in front of or behind him, so there was nowhere to put the trophies down!

On stage, Yang Peng and Qi Lu were introducing the next award, "Now it's time to announce the Best Lyricist. Composing and writing lyrics have always been separate, but this year there's an oddball who does both, truly realizing the unity of lyrics and music. This person is... Let's first introduce the six nominees to everyone!"

A murmur rippled through the crowd. Some glanced at Fang Yang, but most listened to Qi Lu's introduction: "The first nominee is Mr. Cheng Han from Emperor Entertainment. In the past year, he has written lyrics for three hit songs, which are very popular with fans. Moreover, the total number of downloads has reached more than 100 million, which is also a significant breakthrough."

Following the light, a man in his fifties with a receding hairline, sitting in the fourth row behind, stood up and thanked everyone. Fang Yang asked Zhang Ze, "Is this from your company? Did he write lyrics for any of your songs back then?"

Zhang Ze nodded, "Yes, he did. He's our company's top lyricist. He wrote the lyrics for several of my hit songs."

Fang Yang nodded. "Doesn't your company have a Qu father?"

"Yes, but it's too difficult to get a song by Mr. Qu. I've been in the music industry for so many years and I've only gotten one song by Mr. Qu, which is also my proudest hit song. Unfortunately, the company's resources are tight, and Mr. Qu doesn't release songs easily. I'm afraid I can forget about getting any more songs by Mr. Qu!"

Fang Yang glanced at Zhang Ze and said, "You're only in your forties, the prime of your life. The company should be allocating a lot of resources to you right now, right?"

Zhang Ze shook his head. "I've reached my limit in singing, and it's hard to have a bright future. That's why the company asked me to shift my focus to film and television. Fortunately, I've produced a few well-received and commercially successful works over the years, so the company has given me a lot of resources. Plus, now that I'm moving to the mainland, the market has expanded a lot. Otherwise, I would have retired and gone home long ago."

Fang Yang glanced at Zhang Ze, thinking about the plight of middle-aged men. Fortunately, Zhang Ze had a decent appearance and solid acting skills, making him exactly the kind of middle-aged man that young girls love these days. He could easily get three or four roles a year.