Chapter 3 New Song Premiere
A sudden call for all employees to gather is usually not a good thing; it's either a company restructuring or a large-scale layoff.
Especially for a poorly managed glass processing plant that was losing money significantly, the workers' first reaction upon hearing the news was to go back and pack their bags, ready to leave at any time.
"Sigh, this factory was only acquired less than two months ago, and I haven't even gotten used to the equipment yet. It's already gone bankrupt... Xiao Jiang, you're the most quick-witted among us. Where are you planning to go next?"
Jiang Yu sighed and roughly wiped his neck with a towel: "Let's go to the next star. The Federation has recently implemented a policy to vigorously develop several remote tourist stars. I estimate there will be more construction work there."
Old Li gave him a thumbs up: "You're so smart."
At 10:30, all the workers sat in rows on the benches inside the factory on time. Just as everyone was waiting in a dejected atmosphere, a private cloud suddenly landed outside.
The Federation has a highly developed public transportation system, with cloud rail networks covering even the most remote planets. Only the wealthy own private aircraft.
The workers' faces immediately changed when they saw their boss suddenly become rich, only to find that he was closing the factory and laying off employees.
Someone spat and said, "Even if these big bosses make a fortune, they never give us ordinary employees a single extra penny."
"Hey, do you think there will be compensation this time the factory is being shut down?"
"How could that be? It was already good enough that they were able to settle the back wages yesterday. The factory has only been open for less than two months, and you're talking about compensation? Let alone manual laborers like us, even senior white-collar workers in big companies on the main planet wouldn't dare to dream of such a good thing."
A tall man emerged from the private cloud-like vehicle, his face so handsome that even the hard-working men around him could sense his extraordinary nature.
Jiang Yu frowned and thought for a while, but found that she couldn't recall the scene when she first met the boss.
[Beep, 5,000 yuan has been credited to your account]
Jiang Yu looked up in shock and saw the boss walking up to him: "Everyone has been waiting for so long and must be tired. Young man, could you please count the number of people and buy everyone a drink? You can keep the rest of the money for yourself."
There were only about a hundred workers in the factory, so Jiang Yu didn't dare to slack off. He immediately bought some snacks and cold drinks on the StarNet and distributed them to everyone after they arrived, keeping only a few dozen yuan for himself.
The man walked onto the stage, his practiced handshake of the microphone making the old factory seem like a thriving Fortune 100 company.
As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face. Holding the iced drinks given by the boss, the workers' irritable mood was instantly soothed. Even Jiang Yu, who had been in the business for many years, had to admire the boss's first-class level of interpersonal skills.
"Hello everyone, I am Fang Zhuo, the general manager of Giant Machinery. As you can see, our factory has been suffering continuous losses and has reached a critical juncture where it is facing transformation."
"The employment relationships of the people I'm about to mention will be transferred to the new company along with mine, and their salaries will be adjusted according to their positions; the rest of you, please go to the finance department to collect three months' salary as compensation."
Before Fang Zhuo was a large expanse of chaotic and complex numerical data. He quickly scanned it and picked out about a dozen employees with excellent intelligence and emotional intelligence.
To be fair, although his predecessor left behind a mess, he did save him a lot of trouble. At least all the employees' physical strength was quite outstanding among ordinary people.
He then changed the subject: "The new company will be operating in this factory for the time being. In a couple of days, someone will come to install a fresh air circulation system and new desks and chairs. Please believe me, I will definitely lead everyone to build a better company. We will break out of Planet 139, and one day we will be famous throughout the entire Star Federation."
Finally, he clenched his fist with one hand, slightly raised his arm, and made a short, forceful gesture.
The brief speech lasted less than five minutes. The workers in the audience were initially stunned by the huge compensation, but then a huge round of applause erupted from the crowd.
They had only worked there for two months, yet they were being laid off and received compensation equivalent to three months' wages. If other factory owners had become wealthy and then shut down their factories, these workers would definitely have rioted. But this money was like a windfall, instantly calming all their resentment.
As one of the lucky ones chosen, Jiang Yu stood up and clapped excitedly, her face flushed with excitement.
Despite the boss's grand ambitions, no one raised any questions.
Among those called out were low-level laborers like Jiang Yu, as well as inconspicuous purchasing staff in the factory office. At this moment, everyone was filled with a strong urge to do something.
With that kind of momentum and attitude, Jiang Yu truly believed that the boss would lead them out of this poor and remote industrial planet.
Yi Dian Dian was also captivated by the story: [Host, I even want to work for you!]
Fang Zhuo: [Aren't you now?]
Yi Dian Dian was momentarily confused: [Oh right... wait, something seems off.]
The worker riots that used to frequently occur on Planet 139 showed no signs of happening this time. Most workers happily received their compensation and left. The entire dismissal process was completed efficiently in just one hour, and the remaining employees were quickly given new learning assignments.
"What's your name?"
“Jiang Yu.” He immediately stood up. Although he had never been to university, the marketing and traffic generation introductory manual that his boss had given him was not difficult to understand, and he finished reading most of it in no time.
"Xiao Jiang, you are a good kid. I value you highly. I want to give you a special task."
“Our company will release a new single the day after tomorrow. You should contact the choreographers on the Yinxi platform now and send them the demo tomorrow night so they can choreograph a 20-second dance based on this song.”
"We'll also find some smaller online influencers with over 100,000 followers and have them post their work with the hashtag #TheNewSong the day after tomorrow. They can be from the music or beauty categories. The fee will be 20% higher than their commercial quotes."
"The total budget for the first round of promotion is two million, which will be paid directly in the company's name. If you accidentally exceed the budget, just let me know."
Yinxi is the largest short video platform on Quanxing.com, where many retro old songs have been remixed and revived, becoming wildly popular. In this fast-paced era, this can be considered the most direct and effective way to promote a song.
Jiang Yu immediately understood what his boss wanted to do. He wrote down these requirements one by one on his personal computer and nodded emphatically: "Okay, Mr. Fang."
Dealing with people is one of his best skills, and Jiang Yu didn't feel any pressure from these tasks.
Moreover, he was selected by the boss from among hundreds of people to go to the new company, and was given a special new task after being selected from among the best. Now his chest is full of ambition, and he only wants to do his best to carry out the work assigned by the boss.
With one day left until the scheduled submission date, Fang Zhuo knocked on Qiao Ankuang's door again.
The place was even more slovenly than last time. Qiao Ankuang's hair was a bit oily, but his eyes were shining: "President Fang, you've come at the right time. Let me play you the demo first, and see if you like it?"
He opened the file named "Burning" on the desktop of his computer, and the catchy and rhythmic melody immediately filled the entire room.
According to the original description of "Brilliance", Qiao Ankuang should be good at writing grand epic music, and in his spare time he would also write some lively lyrical tunes. This song can be said to be completely unrelated to his previous works.
Fang Zhuo was very satisfied with this.
He listened to the song three times and couldn't find any problems with its sound. Fang Zhuo finally paused the song at the climax and said, "Teacher Qiao, I'm an amateur and don't know much about music arrangement. I'll just briefly share my thoughts."
"Could we add a few more strong drum beats here, and make the lyrics more accessible? I hope we can cut out about twenty seconds of the whole song as a complete and exciting segment."
Qiao Ankuang patted his chest and recited every compliment he could think of to President Fang. He took a sip of water and then promised, "Don't worry, President Fang, I've got it covered."
If we could go back five years, with his arrogance at the time, he might have subtly lashed out at the client. But after a long period of silence and self-doubt, the stream of time has gradually polished him into a simple, unadorned stone. Given the chance to resurface, Qiao Ankuang is willing to abandon his ridiculous artistic ambitions and even burn everything for it.
"Good songs don't discriminate against anyone. Mr. Fang, would you like to sing the official version yourself? To be honest, I'm still an amateur sound engineer. Even if you were reciting poetry, I could still salvage the situation."
Fang Zhuo moved almost imperceptibly to the side, politely declining the other party's overly enthusiastic invitation.
At 10 p.m. that night, Qiao Ankuang sent the final version he had recorded to his boss's personal terminal on time.
At 11 p.m., two top choreographers on the Yinxi platform received a 20-second audio clip. Even just a short clip was enough to catch their eye. They quickly produced a dance routine overnight and sent it to the client's personal terminal in the early morning.
The next morning at nine o'clock, the song "Burning" was released on the cloud music platform on time, with the cover featuring a simple stone encased in flames.
The staff of the cloud music platform review hundreds of songs a day. The reviewer casually clicked on the new song released by this inconspicuous music company. The lyrics were simple and a bit corny, and the arrangement was very catchy. He smiled and then couldn't help but wiggle his feet to the tune.
Out of curiosity, he searched the creator's name online and discovered that the person was a notorious song thief from a few years ago, and probably stole this song from somewhere as well.
He clicked his tongue and shook his head. What a pity, such an interesting song. If it really is plagiarism, he'll have to take it down himself.
The reviewer waited until night but no one came forward to accuse the plagiarism. During this time, "Burning" became popular on the Yinxi platform.
The choreography based on it became an instant hit upon its release, with nearly a hundred internet celebrities following suit and dancing to it within a single day. Music critics also took advantage of the hype to broadcast reviews of "Burning" for its strong artistry and superb originality.
Yinxi's popularity boosted its ranking on the NetEase Cloud Music platform. On the night of its release, it even surpassed many established singers' new songs, jumping into the top three of the NetEase Cloud Music daily chart.
Until late at night, public opinion did not reverse at all. On the contrary, the popularity was pushed higher and higher. It not only became a hot topic on the Yinxi platform, but also entered the top 30 of the Star Network's hot search.
"Burning" was a minor hit.
"President Fang, my song is a hit! Did you see it? My song is a hit..." Qiao Ankuang couldn't hide her excitement and took the liberty of calling Fang Zhuo. Her voice was trembling with emotion as she excitedly repeated the same sentence.
He was like a man on the verge of dying of thirst who finally saw water; he did not collapse in the darkness before sunrise, but finally held on until he saw his own light.
"How did he become famous? How did Qiao Ankuang's song become a hit? Explain to me what happened?" At the same time as this phone call, in a luxurious office on the main planet, a man was openly lashing out at a girl whose face was ashen.
"Didn't I tell you to keep a close eye on him? Investigate which agency signed such a notorious and disgraced artist, and which blind company released his song?!"
"No need to wait until tomorrow, let's get the smear articles up tonight and censor them now. I don't believe the audience doesn't remember."
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