Dragon Kingdom, Magic City.
The office building of the Chinese Music Writers Association.
Tang Gang, one of the eight representatives of the association, has a daily work schedule that is not particularly complicated, but is definitely not idle.
He has been busy these past two days and has already collected all the quotas submitted by all the music companies in Shanghai.
After receiving the list of nominees, Tang Gang immediately showed it to the vice president for review.
The vice president's office was filled with shouting and cursing.
"The US is really stupid. Why not just use the old system of five slots per region? Instead, they made it so that each music company takes up two slots. Damn it."
After finishing his tirade, the vice president crossed his legs and chuckled twice: "Little Tang, thank goodness you're here. I've seen you running around these past two days."
Tang Gang: "Vice President, please take a look at the list first."
The vice president nodded, picked up the list, and saw a dense array of names on it.
[Star Journey Music]: Lyrics and music credits: Ace Chen Shaoyan, Ace Left Ear.
[Creation Music]: Lyrics and music credits: Ace Zhang Zhenyuan, Ace Batong.
[Sunset Music]: Lyrics and music credits: Ace Chan Wan-ting, Ace Chan Tsu-an
[Zhiyin Music]: Lyricist and composer: Wangpai Linlinlin, Jinpai Guandongxi.
“Not bad, they are all well-known songwriters.” After a quick glance, the vice president put the list away: “Submit it according to this list.”
"Okay, Vice President." Tang Gang was already looking forward to the music exchange festival a week from now.
"By the way, Xiao Tang, I haven't been paying attention to Wanxia's situation for a while. Do you have any news about... Li Zhaoyang?"
"No." Tang Gang shook his head.
The vice president nodded: "Then you'd better be on your toes during this time. The exchange festival is just around the corner, and that will be the busiest time. Wanxia might take advantage of this lull to come up with a new stage name. If you find any unfamiliar stage names, check them first."
Tang Gang's eyes darted around, and after a few seconds he finally spoke up: "Vice President, I've heard some rumors that Li Zhaoyang has gone abroad to develop his career, but these are just rumors and can't be taken seriously."
Vice President: "We can't control their development abroad, we just need to keep an eye on things here. As for Wanxia's situation, if we don't crack down on them, they won't know where they went wrong. Also, give Wanxia a target, and make sure they get a top ten finish this time."
Tang Gang was stunned: "Top ten? Isn't that just deliberately making things difficult for people?"
Let alone getting Sunset to the top ten, it would be difficult for the entire music company in Shanghai to even compete for a top ten ranking.
If we're talking about all the music companies in the Chinese music scene, there should be one or two in the top ten.
Vice President: "I'm going to make things difficult for them. It would be a dereliction of duty for us not to tame this kind of music company."
Upon hearing this, Tang Gang smiled and said, "Okay, I'll assign them targets right away."
"Alright, go ahead, I still need to tidy up some documents."
...
Sunset Headquarters.
"Director, a minute ago, the Chinese Music Writers Association gave us a target."
The new acting head of the composition department is named Qin Shiya.
She was the assistant to the former director, and also the assistant to Supervisor Zhang. After Supervisor Shulan was transferred abroad, Director Song began to support her to rise to a higher position.
After observing for a period of time, Song Yuqin felt that she could remove the word "dai" from her name.
"What indicators?" Song Yuqin now has a bad feeling whenever she hears the words "Chinese Music Writers Association".
"This target is for our Sunset Glow to be among the top ten in this year's music exchange festival," Qin Shiya said.
"What's the reason?" Song Yuqin asked.
"There's no reason; that's just the target they set, without any notes." Qin Shiya also felt that the Chinese Music Writers Association had gone a bit too far this time.
Song Yuqin narrowed her eyes: "What makes them think that Wanting and Zuan can break into the top ten from so many aces?"
When all the contestants are top-tier, the only way to get into the top ten is to produce an exceptional performance.
To assign such a large target without warning, what else could it be but making things difficult for people?
"Director," Qin Shiya said in a low voice after making her a cup of coffee, "I think it's probably still because of Zhaoyang's matter. Otherwise, the Chinese Music Writers Association would have no reason to inexplicably impose an unachievable target on us."
"Hmph, is that so?" Song Yuqin picked up her coffee and took a sip, then recalled the two pieces of music that Xiao Zhang had sent her.
Zhao Yang has already made a name for himself abroad.
I reckon the association doesn't know yet.
"Don't worry about it, you go about your business."
"Huh? What if we don't meet the targets? Then the association will have a reason to target us."
Song Yuqin: "These are clearly targets designed to make things difficult. Even if you don't meet them, the association won't dare to do anything to Wanxia. At most, it'll just cause minor damage. Go and do your thing."
"good."
When the target was given to the headquarters of Wanxia, it spread throughout the entire company within half an hour.
On the artist department side.
Hua Nongying was eating throat lozenges to adjust her state and mood, and then continued to practice her new song.
And then I heard this news.
"No way, did Sunset offend the Writers' Association again? How come she got a top ten spot?"
Hua Nongying stood outside the supervisor's office, complaining, "Supervisor, we don't have a single day of peace."
Originally, a group of artists were being transferred abroad, which made Hua Nongying very excited. Even Ling'er was leaving, and she thought she could get a lot of resources in the future.
My joy was short-lived, as the news about this indicator dampened my spirits.
Seeing that the supervisor just nodded twice and walked out of the corridor, Hua Nongying had no choice but to go find An Lan.
As a result, An Lan was so engrossed that she didn't hear what she was saying.
"An Lan, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Zhao Anlan suddenly turned her head: "I'm going to the recording studio to practice. The exchange festival starts in a few days, and I need to fly to the United States a day or two in advance."
"Aren't you aware of the targets set by the Writers' Association?"
“I know.” Zhao Anlan has never paid much attention to these things: “These kinds of indicators are not something we should be considering. As singers, what we should be doing is polishing our works. The exchange festival is held every year and is a very grand event. We can’t be careless in the slightest.”
Hearing An Lan say this, Hua Nongying suddenly felt that it made sense: "That seems to make sense. This kind of thing should be considered by the leaders."
"Yes, I did a great job at the exchange festival. I've been getting so many offers since I got back home." Zhao Anlan said before stepping into the elevator.
Hua Nongying immediately put aside the issue of performance targets: "An Lan, do you think Bian Ling'er's popularity will plummet after she goes to the branch company? When she wants to return to China, she'll find herself a has-been singer. But we should thank Li Zhaoyang. If he hadn't gone abroad, none of this would have happened."
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P.S.: Lately, many people have been catching colds and getting sore throats, including me, so I'll only post two chapters today and take a break for another day. Four chapters tomorrow!
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