In an office at the headquarters of Huayu Company, Yang Zhi's face was as gloomy as a pig's liver.
"Fuck, you son of a bitch, what are you? You just became the overlord of Tainan because of your age. If you push me too far, I'll even blacklist you."
These words startled Wang Haiwen, the music producer standing next to him.
Damn it, how dare you say that? Can Li Zongsheng compare to Chen Feng? You think you can just ban him like that? He's a national first-class singer, after all. Are you getting too big for your britches?
"Hey director, don't scare me. Teacher Li isn't someone we can easily mess with. If something goes wrong, the higher-ups will skin us alive."
Yang Zhi was still angry and didn't say anything. He wasn't an idiot, otherwise how could he have reached the high position of music director at Huayu Entertainment? So, he continued to vent his anger on Chen Feng.
"Keep throwing money at me. I want to turn the entire internet into a fountain and smear that bastard Chen Feng to the core."
Inside the hotel, the agent looked worried as Li Zongsheng hung up the phone and asked, "What if Chen Feng really just did this for publicity and doesn't actually have ten songs?"
"Sigh... Chen Feng is young after all. I think he probably knows that someone is targeting him, which is why he acted impulsively and wanted to do this live broadcast. He just can't keep his composure."
Li Zongsheng sighed, looking at the overwhelming comments and messages on the internet about tonight's live broadcast. Even he knew that this matter had completely blown up.
The songs "Rumors" and "Chen Feng" are not original works, but plagiarized.
The internet is not a lawless zone, much less a playground for unscrupulous individuals seeking sensationalism.
Ten original new songs? No one in the global music scene dares to be so arrogant.
As expected, money talks. With Huayu's vast financial resources, the online discourse is overwhelmingly negative, with everyone smearing and insulting Chen Feng.
In addition, countless netizens were unaware of the facts and were completely misled.
At this moment, even more explosive news emerged: the singers on the Chinese online hit song charts stepped down and began criticizing the amateur singer Chen Feng.
Even Wang Longsu, one of the three giants of online singers, posted a message on his Weibo.
"It's good for young people to be confident, but success requires real ability."
Below is a list of comments from netizens.
"My goodness, Wang Ju, what do you mean by this? Are you even going to get involved in a fight between an ordinary person?"
"The implication is quite obvious, but Wang Ju, what is your status? Why are you arguing with a newcomer?"
"I support Wang Ju. These internet celebrities are shameless these days. Chen Feng clearly has a team behind him who promotes him."
The internet was abuzz with discussion and turmoil.
In summary, Chen Feng was merely hyping himself up; he didn't actually have ten new songs. In the end, even many of his supporters fell silent.
So far, Chen Feng has not come forward to clarify a single word.
In fact, Chen Feng saw the ever-changing trends of public opinion on the internet, and some comments even made him burst into laughter. Indeed, the comment section is where talented people emerge.
As for those who insult and slander him, he doesn't care at all. Before the storm comes, let the lightning be even more intense.
As time ticked by, it was 8 p.m.
Chen Feng turned on the live stream, sat calmly on the sofa, and slowly inserted the USB drive into the computer.
The USB drive contained ten songs that he had spent nearly a million yuan to hire a third-rate instrumental ensemble to record urgently today. All of them were recorded in one take. At that moment, almost everyone involved was on their knees in awe. They had never heard songs like those before; every single one was a divine piece.
Of course, he also equipped the hotel with a lot of musical instruments, such as a drum set, piano, guitar and so on.
Thirty seconds passed. Someone carefully observed the time. Chen Feng opened the live stream and entered the camera. Thirty seconds later, the number of viewers in the live stream room instantly surged from zero to over 100,000.
This is terrifying; it's almost comparable to top-tier internet celebrities on Douyin (TikTok), and the number is still increasing.
"Is this Chen Feng? He looks quite handsome."
"My God, he's so young? I thought he was a forty-year-old man. Otherwise, how could he write a song like 'My Deskmate'?"
"Are you an idiot? You really think he wrote it? Didn't you see Huayu say it's just a publicity stunt? The lyrics and music were written by someone else."
"I disagree with what the person upstairs said. You say they're just hyping up the lyrics and music, but are you deaf? What about their stage presence and singing skills at the concert? Especially their female voice. Try hyping something up yourself!"
The comment section of the live stream exploded with countless comments.
"Look, Teacher Li, the king of Tainan, has come in."
"My God! I saw Xu Song! He actually came in without a sound. He's one of the three giants of the internet!"
"Where is Xu Ju? I like him so much."
As the comments scrolled normally, the comment section suddenly became abnormal, and online trolls and keyboard warriors appeared.
They took the money and launched a large-scale attack.
"They actually started live streaming. They're shameless. Even when it comes to making money, there should be some bottom line."
"So young, not even twenty-five, right? Who would believe that he could write songs with the same artistic conception as 'My Deskmate' and 'So Young'?"
"You're just trying to get yourself killed! Shut down the live stream and get out of here!"
Chen Feng read the comments without any emotional fluctuation.
Meanwhile, in a villa in the most luxurious wealthy area of Chengdu-Chongqing, Li Qingning, dressed in white, was playing the piano. As the eldest daughter of the Chinese branch of one of the world's eight reclusive families, she should have no worries, but at this moment, she had some concerns.
As the melody from her memory played, lilacs slowly bloomed from her lips, and the image of meeting Chen Feng in the cemetery appeared in her mind.
She found it very strange that such a beautiful song could not be found online, which made her a little curious about the person who sang it.
But that's all. We were never from the same world, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, our paths will never cross again in this lifetime.
She got up, poured herself a glass of water, and as she walked through the living room, she saw her housekeeper typing away on her phone, her expression shifting between anger and joy.
"Aunt Wu, what are you doing?"
"ah!"
Wu Ma was startled, but her smile returned.
"Miss, you're not playing anymore? I didn't do anything, it's just that there's this guy who's really popular online these past few days, his rendition of 'My Deskmate' is so good."
"Tonight, when he went live, a lot of people were criticizing him for creating hype and trying to make money. He's such a handsome young man, and I'm so angry about all the comments online."
As she spoke, Wu Ma pushed the phone towards Li Qingning.
Li Qingning didn't care much about what happened online. Given her status, she only needed to ask for what she wanted, so she glanced at it casually and prepared to walk away.
But just that one glance, hmm?
"Wait a moment!"
She took Wu Ma's phone and looked at the face in the live stream. Wasn't this the guy she met at the cemetery today?
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