Everyone collapsed to the ground, and Mu Chun even slapped his thigh until it turned red.
"What a beautiful line, flowing back to the seabed of the sky; what a beautiful line, flowing back to our first encounter."
Everyone else was stunned, their scalps tingling, especially the final humming, that mixed "ah ah ah" sound, it brought out their very souls.
"What kind of divine song is this?"
Assistant director Chang Yang nearly went insane; they had never seen a song like this before in this era.
“I’m a little scared now. Before, I wanted to find a song that was worthy of ‘Autumn Fish’, but now I realize that ‘Autumn Fish’ is no longer worthy of it.”
Mu Chun is acting crazy.
"Tell me everything about this song right now, hurry up!"
The intern directly opened the official website of Fengyu on his phone and shoved it in the director's face.
Mu Chun looked over.
The fourteenth single in the Wind Whisper series, titled "Big Fish," with lyrics and music by Chen Feng, and performed by Zhou Sheng and Guo Rong.
"Wind...wind whispers?"
"Yes, only Chen Feng, who is rumored to be able to dominate the music scene, could write such a divine song. I was a fool back then, blinded by greed, to go to Huayu."
Mu Chun stamped his feet and beat his chest, regretting his actions.
"Director, look, look! Fengyu has positioned this song as a film and television project! My God, the song title is 'Big Fish,' it's such a perfect match."
"Wow, it's actually my songwriter, Fengshen! I've been too busy tonight and haven't had time to listen to his songs. But I don't care anymore, I want to listen to music and stop asking me to work."
Some employees went on strike.
Mu Chun had no time to care about any of that; all he could see was the song "Big Fish."
"Contact Fengyu immediately... no, I'll go myself, I'll go right now, even if I have to kneel down, I'll get this song."
Mu Chun acted immediately, getting up and walking outside.
"Assistant director, you should come too. I feel like the director has been traumatized and is already out of his mind."
"No...he's very lucid, I can understand him."
After finishing his speech, assistant director Chang Yang also walked out.
Their company is located on the outskirts of Chengdu and Chongqing. To get to the Fengyu Building on the Second Ring Road, it takes more than an hour by car.
After getting on the bus, Mu Chun made Chang Yang listen to "Big Fish" on repeat. The more he listened, the more addicted he became, and the more vivid the images became.
At that moment, in a hotel, Lin Yun jumped out of bed.
"Damn it, are you even human? Are you even human?"
His face was filled with terror and disbelief. The ethereal voice of the big fish echoed from the computer, making him utterly terrified.
At this point, not only him, but all the singers, composers, and entertainment company executives who had suppressed Chen Feng were afraid.
This Chen Feng is not even a human being.
Their faces stung with pain; how ruthless they were to mock others for not having a certain level, and now how severely they were punished in return.
Looking at the hundreds of millions of positive reviews online, the terrifying number of plays, the hundreds of millions of views on the Wind Whisper official website tonight, and the quality of each song that they could only dream of, the melody, the lyrics.
This kind of person doesn't care about rank at all; he has transcended the three realms.
"Chen Feng, why are you so powerful? Why? You really deserve to die!"
Lin Yun was filled with overwhelming hatred, as well as grievance and pain.
He hated Chen Feng for disrupting all his wonderful plans at the concert; he hated his appearance for making all the glory and honor that should have belonged to him disappear; he hated that he had even climbed over Zhao Yashuang's body; he hated everything about him, and even resented his popularity and traffic.
Tonight, Lin Yun suffered an unprecedented blow, and the song "Wind Whisper" was only half released.
With nowhere to vent his frustration, he could only turn to look at the trembling Zhao Yashuang, which had become an unspoken rule between the two of them.
Another crazy scene unfolded as the two engaged in a fierce battle, filling the room with mournful, plaintive voices, both rough and delicate.
Online, netizens are numb to the comments, numb to the shock, their faces are stiff.
"My God, my scalp is tingling tonight! Wind God, are you trying to kill me?"
"This song, 'Big Fish,' is sung so well by Zhou Sheng and Guo Rong. Their voices are so pure and ethereal."
"I'm speechless. That final, really loud chorus almost made me pee. It was so amazing. I have to become a fan of both of them."
"Chen Feng, are you a celestial music god descended to earth to save the Chinese music scene? These songs are simply divine music."
In all these years, when has the Chinese music scene ever been so explosive?
At this moment, in Beijing, in courtyard houses, groups of old men are also listening to Chen Feng's songs.
After listening to Big Fish, Qi Baishi nodded and said, "This brat, this song is not bad, but I just don't like it."
"The lyrics are really good, but I still don't like them."
Bai Yizhong was also there, and he was indignant as well.
"He won't take the right path, but insists on taking the crooked one. Poetry, calligraphy, and painting can all leave a lasting legacy, but he refuses to do those and insists on going to be an opera singer. Damn it, if he weren't my grandson-in-law, I would have slapped him to death long ago."
"Smack!"
"Father, why did you hit me?"
Li Jingchang stared at Li Siye with a bewildered expression.
"I want to fight, what are you going to do about it?"
A group of old men listened to music while verbally abusing Chen Feng mercilessly.
Not only in Beijing, but also across the country, around the world, among people from all walks of life, including overseas Chinese, singers, and producers, nearly 800 million people were listening to Chen Feng's single at the same time. Unbeknownst to him, he set a record for the number of listeners that set a precedent for mankind.
In the Huayu Building, Yang Zhi smashed everything in his office. The chairman just called and told him to stop all suppression of Chen Feng from now on.
Hehe, stop the suppression.
He even laughed. At this point, he had to suppress them if he wanted to. Unbeknownst to them, they had almost dominated the entire music scene.
Meanwhile, the clever singers have flocked to Fengyu, and there will be even more after tonight.
A newcomer who had never sung before gained over a million fans with just one song by Chen Feng – that's the kind of popularity a top-tier singer has!
But was he willing to accept it? Of course Yang Zhi was not. The Anti-Wind Alliance group also included hundreds of singers, composers, lyricists, and entertainment company owners, all of whom were severely affected by Chen Feng's appearance.
"Chen Feng can't be suppressed anymore. After tonight, his fame and popularity will reach unimaginable heights. He can't be brought down by playing with public opinion online."
"This person is already generating a lot of buzz, so let's avoid him for now."
"But we can't make any money anymore, and those lowly working-class people have developed an appreciation for beauty and simply don't want to listen to our songs."
"Isn't all of this Chen Feng's fault? If he hadn't raised the bar for Chinese songs so much, how would those working-class people know how to listen to music? In the past, they would just find the simple tunes pleasant to listen to, but now they have to listen to the melody, read the lyrics, and even evaluate the singing skills."
"Sigh... In the past, I could earn at least several million yuan by releasing a new song every month. Ordinary people could just spend a dollar and enjoy listening to it. But now... I only earn 30,000 yuan from ten songs."
"Don't even mention it. Now, even my songs are no longer bought by major music platforms. They used to fetch tens of millions."
Liu Huan looked at the comments and posts in the group chat; he was the overlord, after all.
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