Zhang Xiaopang immediately knelt down before Chen Feng, startling him. Chen Feng pulled him up and said speechlessly, "Are you out of your mind? It's just a difference in level, what's the big deal?"
Damn, I'm speechless. What do you mean it's just one level? That's a god! The number one true god in the entire Chinese music scene! There are only three people in the world with this honor.
Zhang Xiaopang was stunned. If he didn't know his boss was like this, he would have punched him long ago and added: "Serves you right for being so pretentious."
At that moment, a large group of handsome men and beautiful women rushed into his office, and congratulations were heard everywhere.
Lee Chung-sheng was the first to express his feelings: "Thinking back to the first time we met, it was only a little over two months ago. Your first song, 'My Deskmate,' shocked me. At that time, I knew that you were a dragon soaring in the sky. Xiao Chen, the future of the Chinese music scene will belong to you."
Wang Feng also spoke up: "Yes, boss, from now on we will all be making a living under your wing, so please take good care of us. Back then, your song 'My Deskmate' stole the trending searches that I spent tens of millions on. I even joined those people from Huayu Entertainment in boycotting you. Looking back now, it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree. I was too overestimating myself."
With tears in her eyes, Zhang Liangying said, "Chen Feng, thank you. I really don't know what to say, but from now on, I am willing to sign a lifetime contract with Fengyu."
"Waaah, boss, even though I didn't sing this time, I was still very touched."
Qin Xiaoyue burst into tears.
"Look at all these people, they're here to save you from your tears."
Chen Feng laughed and scolded, "Don't look at me like that. I'm just a god-level player. You can all reach that level with a little effort. It's really not a big deal."
Everyone was petrified; this is the legendary invisible showing off, the most deadly of all.
News of Chen Feng's deification spread quickly online, with countless netizens commenting and some even giving up firecrackers in excitement. In particular, fans of the tornado even unfurled banners.
In short, it's outrageous.
"A thousand words cannot express it all, but only four words: well-deserved, I, Fengshen, am Fengshen, the number one god in the music scene, hahaha!"
With an excited heart and trembling hands, I slowly typed, but I didn't know what to say. With tears streaming down my face, all I could say was: Congratulations!
"Wow, Xiao Chen is really amazing! We knew him well! Does anyone know him? Let's get him to release a few more hit songs for square dancing!"
"The Chinese music scene is really trembling now. I'm curious to see what those people led by Huayu are thinking and how they look now."
Around 10 o'clock, the Fengyu Building was surrounded by a crowd of people, many of whom were banging drums and holding up banners. These were all spontaneously organized by fans, numbering in the tens of thousands. It was terrifying.
Li Qingning accompanied Chen Feng as they appeared on the rooftop, waving to the crowd below, instantly causing a stir. Long lenses and cameras flashed incessantly, and eventually, the number of people grew to a dense, dark mass.
Crying and stampedes began to appear. Li Qingning decisively called for reinforcements, and soon thousands of armed police rushed to the scene to maintain order and disperse the crowd.
Chen Feng looked down at the gradually orderly crowd with lingering fear, held the girl's hand beside him, and felt the fragrance of lilies carried by the breeze.
"Thank you! If it weren't for you, I don't know how things would have ended today."
"Thank me? Is it just empty words?"
Li Qingning turned her head and looked at Chen Feng, asking a question.
"Well... how about I treat you to barbecue tonight?"
"Great! We've known each other for so long, but you've never treated me to a meal before."
At their level, or rather, at Li Qingning's level, things like giving money, flowers, cars, and baby supplies are too vulgar. Perhaps a roadside barbecue is better.
Holy crap!
Chen Feng was stunned when he heard this. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it really was true. Even the noodle shop last night was paid for by someone else. Thinking about it, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
At this moment, Huayu Building and Fengyu Building form a stark contrast: Fengyu Building is bustling with people, while Huayu Building is lifeless.
The senior executives, Hua Guozhong, and a group of shareholders had eyes as red as vampires. At this moment, they all looked at one person, Yang Zhi, who was trembling with his head down. He was the director who had made great contributions to Huayu and created a legend of 10 billion yuan in annual net profit in the music industry.
However, it was this person in charge of Huayu's music copyright who, due to a wrong decision, dragged Huayu into the abyss in just two months.
Now, a group of people are looking at the crowds of people across the street, their faces as if they've eaten shit. How long has it been? Just two months. As a leading Chinese entertainment company, Huayu's status in the music industry has plummeted, and it's even losing money. Can you believe it?
At this critical moment, the huge changes in the Chinese Language Association had already made them uneasy, but they never expected that it would stab them in the back so quickly.
"The Chinese Language Association is shameless. What about those veteran artists who have been in the industry for decades?"
"A young man who has only been in the industry for two months has been elevated to a pedestal; this will become a joke in the history of global music."
"If things continue like this, the music industry will be in trouble. We must think of a good solution."
"Stop being so sour, everyone. The most important thing now is the bet from last night. Let's all talk about it, what do we do now?"
Hua Guozhong's face turned ashen and his eyes were bloodshot. Although he wanted nothing more than to strangle Yang Zhi, he was also at fault because he had participated in and agreed to the previous incidents targeting Chen Feng.
"Now that things have come to this point, we have no choice but to negotiate; there is no other way."
One of the shareholders stepped forward and began to speak.
"Peace talks?"
Hua Guozhong's face was very unpleasant, but it wasn't the shareholders' suggestion of a negotiation that made him angry. Rather, it was because the other party, Feng Yu and Chen Feng, weren't idiots who would give up such a large entertainment company as Huayu to negotiate with him.
Furthermore, whether in business or on the battlefield, negotiations require strength, and right now, Huayu is at a disadvantage.
"Chairman, I think we shouldn't panic. Things haven't gotten to that point yet."
Yang Zhi was no longer as arrogant as before, and he spoke listlessly.
There was nothing he could do. Last night's rain and wind had exhausted his energy and spirit with Chen Feng's thirty divine songs. He was now barely clinging to life, simply because he didn't want to admit defeat so quickly.
"It hasn't reached that point yet? Ah, if it really gets to the point of no return, can you take responsibility?"
Hua Guozhong gave Yang Zhi a hard time and yelled at him, spitting in his face.
Yang Zhi dared not raise his head, but he remained stubborn.
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