After he spoke at length, the other party finally understood what he meant and said that he needed to consult with higher-ups.
After all, Chen Feng's current popularity has increased Douyin's online audience by tens of millions, which is not comparable to that of a simple internet celebrity.
Finally, the other party replied: "Our executives said to give you one word: Get lost! What is Huayu? How dare they teach me to act with words?"
After the other end of the call hung up, Yang Zhi was stunned for a long time before he reacted.
"You bastard!"
With a roar, he smashed his phone to pieces, his face turning ashen and he looked terrifying.
He was Yang Zhi, the director of China's largest entertainment company, but even he felt powerless at this moment, because even Huayu was nothing compared to the hundreds of billions of dollars worth of information technology companies like WenziBengtiao.
Lin Yun looked at her beloved phone, now broken in two, and wanted to pick it up but dared not.
The thought of all the battle videos stored inside made his heart ache; after all, they represented his honor as a man.
After venting his anger, Yang Zhi started teaching Wang Haisheng how to do things.
"Go, contact the singers on the online hit song charts, and find a bunch of professional keyboard warriors to control the public opinion. I'm going to smear that little bastard to death."
The humiliation of being belittled by the words made him blame Chen Feng for everything.
Wang Feng slept soundly in Shangjing; he was still snoring even though it was almost ten o'clock.
In his dream, he saw his new album release go viral online, his new songs top eight charts in the Chinese music scene, and he became a true god in the Chinese music world.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he woke up from his drowsy state, stretched comfortably, and checked his phone; it was eleven o'clock.
He got up excitedly and full of energy to wash up, then made himself a cup of milk, ready to welcome the moment he had been dreaming of.
This time, it's finally my turn, Wang Feng, to make the headlines.
He felt heartbroken whenever he thought about the days when he was repeatedly criticized when he tried to make headlines. Fortunately, no one bothered him on this crucial day.
What does it mean that he could sleep until 11 o'clock? It means that nothing happened last night, and that Wang Feng finally got his way.
He shakily turned on his phone... Hmm?
Wang Feng thought he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes and saw that all the headlines were things like "amateur singer," "killing the music scene," and "making the audience cry."
It must be that I opened it incorrectly, or there's something wrong with the app.
Wang Feng refreshed his phone and opened several news apps and entertainment channels.
Then, he was completely devastated because he couldn't find a single word about his album release. He didn't see any news about himself until he dropped to 98th in the popularity rankings.
What exactly happened last night? Why are all the headlines online so sensational?
Shock, astonishment, utter horror...
Wang Feng was stunned for a long time before finally accepting reality. He hugged his phone, listened to "My Deskmate" and cried bitterly. "My headline!"
The internet is buzzing with excitement. The news that Chen Feng will be doing a live stream tonight and will be singing ten new songs has spread like wildfire. Countless netizens have even started setting up viewing venues in advance so they can watch better.
Douyin also paid close attention to this matter and increased its push notifications to promote it.
Chen Feng, who became an internet sensation with just one video, turned off his private messaging function and then shut down his phone because he received too many private messages from Douyin.
At this moment, having nothing to do, he got into a black car.
"Master, let's go, wherever we end up, I just want to wander around aimlessly, I have no destination."
The driver was listening to music through his headphones, completely absorbed, and only caught the last sentence.
What? A cemetery? He glanced at the masked guest behind him and thought it was a pity that his parents died so young.
So he stepped on the gas and headed towards the cemetery. There was only one cemetery in the vicinity of Chengdu-Chongqing City, so there was no need to ask.
At the entrance of Paradise Cemetery, Chen Feng stared blankly as the taxi drove away, not yet able to react.
Damn it, I told you to show me around, and you dragged me to a cemetery? And you even charged me an extra fifty yuan, saying it's unlucky?
"I must be crazy to go to a cemetery for no reason." Just thinking about the driver's concerned eyes and his words of condolence before he left, Chen Feng felt a surge of excitement.
"What kind of situation is this?" Looking at the four golden characters "Paradise Cemetery" at the entrance, Chen Feng shook his head. "Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. I've never been to a city cemetery before, so I'll just treat it as a preview."
It was midday, and apart from two eerie-looking old men guarding the entrance, there was no one else at the cemetery.
However, several high-end MPVs and luxury SUVs were parked on the open space next to them, surrounded by more than a dozen security guards in black suits.
Between the MVP and the SUV, a super-luxury sports car was parked, blue, worth at least 20 million, making Chen Feng drool.
This is some important person coming to the cemetery to pay respects to their ancestors. Judging from the demeanor of the bodyguards, they are obviously professionals.
At that time, the autumn leaves were turning yellow, falling leaves were fluttering, and a cool breeze was blowing. Thinking about life and the difference between heaven and earth, a unique feeling suddenly came to mind.
Entering the cemetery, there are rows of neat tombstones, each adorned with white flowers and black-and-white photographs. The air is quiet, and the autumn wind rustles the flowers, as if the departed souls are telling tales of another world.
Chen Feng wasn't afraid, because he had died once before, and besides, there's a saying: every deceased person you fear is someone else's longing.
Out of respect for the deceased, Chen Feng did not rush to look at the inscriptions and photos on the tombstones on both sides. He walked up the avenue, wanting to stand on the top of the mountain and enjoy the view.
As he approached the mountaintop, a beautiful figure suddenly caught his eye in the distance.
Chen Feng was surprised to find a girl in his empty cemetery.
From a distance, the girl in front of us was about 1.7 meters tall and rather slender. She was wearing a light green dress, which is part of the increasingly popular glamorous clothing series. The color gave her a refreshing feeling.
As the pale green ribbon fluttered, she placed a bunch of pale white lilacs in front of the only tombstone on the mountaintop. Beside her was a guitar, which looked quite valuable.
As Chen Feng approached, the girl's voice, talking to herself in front of the tombstone, began to drift over.
"I know you like pale purple lilacs, but I went to several flower shops today and they didn't have any purple ones. I'm so sorry, Xinyi!"
"It's been three years. Are you doing well over there? With your kindness and gentleness, I'm sure there are many people who love you in heaven. And there must be no illness in heaven, right?"
"Back then, you were most worried about those kids in the mountains. Now they're about to take the high school entrance exam. They miss you a lot, don't they?"
As the girl talked to herself, Chen Feng could clearly see her shoulders trembling and soft sobs coming from behind her.
From those few words, he seemed to have already glimpsed a touching story.
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