The next morning.
Upon waking up in his bedroom, Li Zhaoyang's first action wasn't to get out of bed, but to open the system panel and check his reputation.
After seeing the shift in public opinion yesterday, he was able to take a shower and go to sleep in peace.
The current public opinion can be summed up in one sentence: What does Li Zhaoyang's mistake have to do with Zhaixing?
Now that a night has passed, your reputation should have accumulated to a certain level.
Name: Li Zhaoyang
Age: 22
[Occupation]: Songwriter (has never received any honorary titles)
[Reputation]: 68,800
[Item]: None
"Isn't it calculated based on sales volume?"
Looking at Xiaochou's sales figures, Li Zhaoyang saw that there had been 890,000 paying users in just one night, but how come the reputation was only so little?
At this rate, it will take at least several months to accumulate 5 million reputation points.
However, that's not the right way to calculate it... He accumulated nearly 100,000 reputation points in one night, and he should be able to obtain evidence of the crime in about a month, yes, that's right.
The fierce look on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by a warm and gentle smile.
After composing myself, I brushed my teeth and went out for breakfast before heading to the office.
Half an hour later.
When Li Zhaoyang arrived at the Sunset Composition Department to clock in for work, he found the office area bustling with activity.
Many of the discussions revolve around topics related to reaching for the stars.
"Old Huang, tell me honestly, is 'Zhaixing' your stage name?" a colleague asked.
Huang Weizhou, a top-notch lyricist and composer, decisively shook his head: "This song, 'Sorrow,' is of a certain standard and has great depth. It's suitable for repeated listening. How could I possibly have that level of skill?"
"Even you, an ace writer, can't write 'Sorrow'? But that's your style. Could it be Wan Ting?" Many colleagues in the office were puzzled and wanted to know who Zhai Xing was.
Sitting in the break room having breakfast, Chen Wanting was wearing white stockings and center-parted jeans, with her hair tied in a high ponytail. Hearing her colleagues talking about her, she smiled helplessly: "Who would have guessed who 'Zhaixing' is? Who's been recording songs these past two days?"
"With so many people recording songs these past two days, how could anyone possibly guess?" Huang Weizhou approached the door of the rest area.
"Who is the singer of 'Sorrow'?" Chen Wanting asked with a smile after taking a bite of bread.
"Lin Xianguang, I've looked up his information, he's a minor singer."
"That settles it then. Didn't any of the colleagues who worked overtime see Lin Xianguang with someone in the recording area?" Chen Wanting glanced over and saw Zhaoyang, who had already clocked in for work. She smiled, but at the same time, she couldn't believe it.
"Who is it? Wan Ting, stop being so mysterious." Chen Zu'an, who was carrying a cup of goji berry tea, was also a little annoyed. Why not just tell me the name directly instead of guessing?
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, but Zhaixing is Zhaoyang, who was just transferred from our department.” Chen Wanting finished her soy milk in one gulp.
"Zhaixing is Zhaoyang?" Huang Weizhou's pupils widened, first in surprise, then he joked, "Wanting, don't joke with us. This song, Xiaochou, is top-notch even among top songwriters. Anyone who could create it is definitely no less than a top composer. Hurry up, stop beating around the bush... It's not you, is it?"
Chen Wanting shrugged. "See, you don't believe me even if I tell you. Why don't you just go to Zhaoyang's office and check if his official website account is Zhaixing?"
Before Li Zhaoyang even returned to his office, he saw that senior Chen Wanting had been standing behind him at some point, whispering in his ear, "Little brother Zhaoyang, you're really strong. You were born to be a lyricist and composer. You reached your peak right from the start."
"Sister Wanting." Li Zhaoyang felt the fragrance coming from her nose and subconsciously took two steps back.
They're so close, that part is almost rubbing against me.
"Oh, is little Zhaoyang so shy?"
When Chen Wanting finished speaking, she noticed that the director had also arrived.
"Are you all so free?" Song Yuqin was wearing a smart work uniform and bright red lipstick today.
"Director, is Zhaixing Wanting?" Huang Weizhou simply ran up to the director and asked.
"Why would you ask that? Zhaixing is Zhaoyang. Weren't you guys there when we were recording the song? Oh right, we had already finished get off work by then."
Today, Song Yuqin exudes a dignified and elegant air, and seems to be in a very good mood.
"Director." Manager Zhang walked over with a stack of documents and data: "This is the data you asked me to compile regarding the increase in Xiaochou's stock price over the past few hours. Compared to last night's data, it has surged by at least 89%."
"How could it have surged so much?" Song Yuqin knew today would see a data peak, but she didn't expect it to surge by nearly 100%.
Does that mean the number of paying users has already reached 2 million?
Manager Zhang's face was full of smiles: "That big shot Qu Shen from Nasen Group commented on Xiao Chou using his official website account. This comment went up to the top three on Feibo's hot search, attracting a large number of people to watch. Now the public opinion against Wanxia has disappeared, and only some comments are left criticizing Zhaoyang."
"The music master himself is giving his critique?" Song Yuqin placed her slender hands on Xiao Zhang's shoulders and shook them. "And it's still in the top three trending topics?"
"Hey, Director, stop shaking me! You're going to shake all my hair off, hiccup~" Xiao Zhang was dizzy from being shaken by the director.
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