It was June, and the outside of Morning Star Entertainment was still full of fans, who were looking forward to seeing their idols under the scorching sun.

Inside the company, the blazing sunlight was blocked by the blackout glass, and turned into soft colors that fell indoors. The cold air from the central air conditioner sprayed recklessly along the pipes, keeping the temperature indoors at around 20 degrees.

The door of the practice room was suddenly opened, and a man walked in. He was very tall, with black hair combed behind his head, deep eye sockets, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a high nose, and lips slightly pursed, making him look a little difficult to approach. He was wearing a neat and straight suit, and even in such hot weather, the top button was buttoned tightly, and the whole person exuded the coldness and abstinence of an upper-class elite.

Seeing him, the people who were laughing inside seemed to have stopped.

"Shen... Brother Shen."

Several trainees looked at each other uneasily and left the practice room stealthily, leaving only a young man with a delicate face. His name was Bai Weijia. Since signing a contract with Morningstar and debuting a year ago, his popularity has skyrocketed like a rocket, and now he is the new star that the company is promoting.

He pursed his lips: "Brother Shen."

Shen Huai glanced at the messy practice room and said in a cold voice: "I heard from your dance teacher that you haven't practiced well in the past three days?"

Hearing this question, Bai Weijia lowered his head guiltily, but defended himself unconvincedly: "I just won the Best Newcomer..."

"Just a Best Newcomer." Shen Huai didn't care, "Now, practice."

Bai Weijia bit his lip tightly, and at Shen Huai's urging, he reluctantly turned on the music, and then danced to the music. When the song ended, Bai Weijia's forehead was covered with sweat. He panted and wanted to turn off the music, but was stopped by Shen Huai.

"You're about to prepare a new album, and your breathing is still so bad. Do you want the audience to hear your panting when you go on stage?" Shen Huai paused, "Starting today, practice two extra hours every day until the new album is produced."

These words seemed to have hit the boy's sore spot, and he finally couldn't help but explode: "Are you crazy! Who the hell goes on stage with a mic now! Practice, practice, practice! You only know how to make me practice! Others get endorsements and variety shows when they become famous, but I still practice every day like before!"

He kicked the speaker hard, pointed at himself and shouted at Shen Huai: "I'm a popular person now!" Volume! Do you know what traffic means? As long as the fans see me on the stage, smile and wave to them, they will pay obediently! Do you understand? "

Shen Huai looked at him madly with cold eyes, and waited until he calmed down after panting, then said: "I hired a vocal teacher for you, who will be here soon. I have a meeting in the afternoon, so I'll leave first."

Bai Weijia stared at Shen Huai's back fiercely, feeling that all the hard work over the past year or so turned into resentment, rushing straight to his head. He blurted out: "You save some money! I'm about to change to a new agent! Who the hell has the patience to take classes!"

Shen Huai's fingers trembled and he stopped.

Bai Weijia's delicate and beautiful face seemed to be twisted by malice. She looked at his back and said happily, "What do you think that meeting will be about this afternoon? Sister Cassie said that as long as I go there, I can immediately sign the endorsement of MK, and she will also help me enter the fashion circle. What about you? What have you helped me with? You said before that you would arrange Fang Jiqing's songs for me. It's a lie!"

Fang Jiqing is a gold medal songwriter. Although his output is not high, as long as he releases a song, it will be a hit. However, most of the people he cooperates with are superstars, so no one can even think about it. In addition, this person has a bad temper and a bit of an artist's arrogance. Bai Weijia originally didn't hold any hope, but Shen Huai never boasted, so even though he had already discussed with Cassie about changing agents, he kept it to himself. Now he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Shen Huai turned around, Bai Weijia, who was cursing vigorously, seemed to be strangled by someone, but Shen Huai was not angry. He looked at Bai Weijia and asked softly: "So that's what you think?"

Bai Weijia said impatiently: "Yes, in this era, who still cares about strength! Traffic is king, you should have been eliminated long ago!"

Shen Huai chuckled, not knowing whether he was laughing at him or at himself.

The quarrel between the two soon alarmed the senior management. Shen Huai signed the contract indifferently, ignored the company's compensation, and turned to leave. At this time, the news had spread, and scrutiny and whispers came from all around.

"Did Weijia really change his agent?"

"Of course it's true? Who doesn't know Brother Shen's nickname of the newcomer curse? Didn't Xu Anqi become famous after leaving Morning Star?"

"But if Brother Shen hadn't dug him out and made him famous, how could he be where he is today? He kicked the guy out right after he showed up. He's so ungrateful!"

"You're not ungrateful. Why wouldn't you change when you have a chance to become famous?"

"..."

Shen Huai pretended not to hear anything and got into the elevator.

——Shen

Huai went down to the garage and sat in his car. A deep sense of fatigue surged between his brows. He took off his glasses and pinched his eyebrows, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at a document on the co-pilot seat.

This is an authorization letter for the copyright of lyrics and music. Fang Jiqing's name is clearly written in the column of Party A.

Shen Huai stared at the contract. At this moment, WeChat rang. The person who sent the message was Shen Huai's boss, Ming Wei, the director of the Artist Management Department.

- That's how the entertainment industry is. Don't think too much. You've worked hard this year. I'll give you a week off. Go out and relax.

Shen Huai chuckled and replied with a "thank you". Then he threw his phone aside, started the car and left.

The car drove all the way to the airport. He bought a ticket for the nearest flight, which landed in Xinghe City.

When Shen Huai arrived in Xinghe City, he saw that the airport was bustling with people. He then realized that Lu Yang's former residence was open to the public recently, attracting rock fans and media from all over the world.

Lu Yang is a legendary rock star in Chinese history. Although he died early due to an accident, his name is an indelible monument in the history of Chinese music.

In the era when rock was still a niche, Lu Yang's three rock records were all platinum records. Not only did he set records, but he also single-handedly set off the rock fever in China, which has been thriving ever since. In 2017, the American Columbus Awards inducted Lu Yang into the Rock Hall of Fame, making him the first Asian face to enter the Rock Hall of Fame.

Although Shen Huai was not a fan of Lu Yang, he still couldn't resist his curiosity and bought a ticket to visit.

As soon as he entered, he regretted it. He had underestimated the Chinese people's nature of watching excitement. The place was so crowded that only heads could be seen.

Upon entering, there was a collection of Lu Yang's posters over the years, followed by his songs released throughout his life, his handwriting and relics. There was also a 3D projection concert in the small theater next to it.

The man on the stage was tall, bronze-colored skin, and his facial features were deep and three-dimensional. He looked very masculine. He held the guitar and screamed. The music seemed to shake people's hearts. The people below the stage were completely caught by his breath. They couldn't look away at all and could only surrender to his singing. With

such stage dominance, it was no wonder that the magazines at the time called him a "rock tyrant."

Shen Huai stood in the crowd, infected by the atmosphere, and felt his heart surge. The depression that had been there for some time seemed to be swept away.

After learning about Lu Yang's life, Shen Huai couldn't help but be in awe of such a person. He originally wanted to take a detailed look, but there were too many people, and he was swept forward by the crowd.

The staff stood on a high place and shouted at the top of their lungs: "... This is the guitar that Lu Yang used in his last concert before his death... Don't squeeze it!... Everyone, step back! Don't touch it!"

Shen Huai was pushed by someone and fell directly towards the guitar. Amid the screams of the staff, he forcibly controlled his body to turn in a different direction and slammed into a pillar beside him.

Then he was hit by a sharp pain and lost consciousness immediately.

The scene suddenly fell into chaos. After a long time, Shen Huai finally woke up from the severe dizziness. The noise flooded into his ears like a flood, and the anxious faces of the staff gradually became clear: "Sir, how are you? Are you okay?"

Shen Huai adjusted his glasses, then waved his hand, rejected the other party's suggestion to send him to the hospital, and found a secluded corner to rest for a while.

He was hit too hard just now. Although he woke up now, his head was still dizzy. He closed his eyes to rest, and heard a sneer from the side.

"That guitar is not a treasure. It's stupid to hurt yourself like this for a dead object?"

Shen Huai was a little helpless and replied: "Although the guitar is not a treasure, it is very precious. I don't want to damage it."

After he finished speaking, there was silence in his ears. Shen Huai felt a little strange. He opened his eyes and saw a shocked man standing in front of him.

"Can you hear me?"

Shen Huai was also shocked.

After all, he just reviewed the other person's life in the form of two-dimensional and three-dimensional.

"Lu... Lu Yang?"