For the celebrities on the list, at least, a March without any worries is an absolutely fortunate event worth celebrating with champagne.
In order to secure a decisive victory this time, Chen Shukai used many connections and even spent a lot of money to infiltrate the enemy's ranks, which is how he obtained the information that Fusheng did not intend to release a song in March.
Of course, he also asked Zhao Wenyao for advice on the phone. After learning that Fusheng had no plans to release a new song and was preparing for the trip to Lizhou, Chen Shukai was finally relieved.
However, it is always better to be safe than sorry. He still went to Xinzhou at the end of the month. It is said that he bowed every three steps and kowtowed every nine steps. He not only offered incense and made a wish, but also fasted and bathed, and sat in front of the Buddha for a day and a night before he could release the new song with peace of mind.
Sure enough, the new song immediately topped the charts upon its release!
Looking at the steadily rising download numbers, Chen Shukai breathed a sigh of relief, especially after learning that Fusheng was currently busy with the promotional work for "The Legend of 1900," he was finally completely at ease.
"Are you kidding me?"
Sun Min and Zhang Chengzhang stared at Zhao Wenyao in disbelief.
Zhao Wenyao's face was grim. Ten days had passed, and the artist's influence had not increased significantly; it was only increasing slowly and steadily each day.
Let's just leave the growth curve aside!
Logically, he could have risen to fame at this point, but his influence seemed to have hit a bottleneck and never reached its peak.
"With the news that broke recently thanks to 'The Legend of 1900,' you, as the second male lead, have successfully garnered a wave of attention. There's no reason why you shouldn't be promoted sooner."
Zhang Chengzhang frowned slightly.
Have you ever considered the possibility of your influence declining?
Sun Min suddenly said something.
Upon hearing this, both Zhao Wenyao and Zhang Chengzhang were taken aback. Then, as if they had realized something, their expressions gradually turned gloomy.
"Wen Yao, although you were invited to participate in the Spring Festival Gala this time, to be honest, you didn't perform particularly well on the star-studded stage of the Gala."
"In addition, you didn't release any work in March, which means you haven't received enough exposure for two consecutive months."
“Those fans who weren’t exactly die-hards to begin with will gradually turn to other artists because of your inaction.”
"For this reason, big data analysis shows that your influence is waning."
"Although 'The Legend of 1900' did generate some buzz for you, as long as the movie hasn't been released, that buzz will remain just a conceptual product and won't have much value."
Sun Min calmly analyzed: "With this ebb and flow, your influence has been unable to cross the critical point for a long time."
Zhao Wenyao frowned even more deeply: "I was careless this time. It seems that the experience of our predecessors cannot be completely relied upon."
"No, the problem isn't with you."
Zhang Chengzhang shook his head, his usual frivolousness gone, and said seriously, "This situation is due to changes in the overall environment, and also to Brother Fusheng."
After a moment's thought, a bitter smile appeared on Zhao Wenyao's lips.
With the unlocking of the Sixteen States Cultural Wall, the entire land of China has undoubtedly ushered in an unprecedented era.
Given this backdrop of rapid progress, one would expect the influence of top artists to grow even faster.
But the truth is quite the opposite.
In the past, the area was poor and remote, so as long as you had a little bit of a career, you could be proud and arrogant. But one day, a large group of fair-skinned college students suddenly appeared in the mountain valley. How could you expect the old bachelors in the village to continue to fawn over you for no reason?
Of course, it's not to say there isn't any, after all, there's no shortage of true love in this world.
"Before, people didn't have a choice, but now..."
Zhang Chengzhang didn't elaborate, but everyone understood the reasoning.
"Then there's my brother Fusheng."
"Alas, life can make or break you."
When Lin Rui was mentioned, the three of them had even more complicated expressions.
The three of them were still a little shaken. Luckily, they hadn't been foolish enough to go to Lizhou, or they would have definitely made a fool of themselves.
What should we do now?
Zhao Wenyao patted his forehead, muttering a headache.
If he is unable to rise to fame, then it will be difficult to promote "The Legend of 1900," let alone release it.
"I think we should have a serious talk with Brother Lin about this."
After pondering for a while, Zhang Chengzhang and Sun Min were both completely clueless.
"That's all we can do."
Zhao Wenyao sighed, went to the balcony, and made a phone call to Lin Rui.
Lin Rui was both amused and exasperated.
He truly didn't expect that something so certain could turn out to be so unpredictable.
"Leave this to me."
"Brother Zhao, could you come to Tianrui sometime?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenyao immediately beamed with joy: "Great, I'll fly over this afternoon."
Lin Rui, after ending the call, also had a moment of internal grumbling.
So much for securing a spot among the elite after the New Year, and this is it?!
Normally, he would just listen and let it go, but things are different now. If Zhao Wenyao is unable to become a celebrity, the publicity and distribution of "The Legend of 1900" will come to a standstill, not to mention discussing cooperation with overseas cinemas. Even the cooperation that has been agreed upon with cinemas in Lizhou and Sangzhou will be put on hold.
Although he only played the second male lead, Zhao Wenyao's role in the entire film was irreplaceable.
"Director Zhang, are you in Huazhou or Xiazhou?"
"They're currently filming the final episodes of 'Chinese Paladin' in Washington, D.C. What's going on?"
Whenever Zhang Qingsheng received a call from Lin Rui, he would get very excited, because it usually meant that work was coming!
"I prepared an impression song for 'The Legend of 1900', and now I'm going to shoot a music video for it. I've already found the actor, Zhao Wenyao."
"Okay, I'll go back now."
Impression Song?
After ending the call, Zhang Qingsheng asked the film crew to help him book a plane ticket while he fell into deep thought.
If it were to be an impression song, given Lin Rui's decisive and efficient nature, it would be impossible for it to have been delayed until today.
The only possibility is that something went wrong.
"Zhao Wenyao should star in the music video?"
"It seems the problem really is with him."
In fact, not only Zhang Qingsheng, but the entire senior management group of Tianrui has been talking about Zhao Wenyao from time to time recently.
Everyone was waiting for Zhao Wenyao to become a celebrity, and this guy lived up to expectations, his influence steadily increasing, keeping them waiting every day!
…
Early in the morning, Zhou Rongze searched the entire company for Lin Rui, asking everyone he met where Lin Rui had gone.
Behind him were Zhao Wenyao, Sun Min, and Zhang Chengzhang, who had rushed over overnight.
"No, Mr. Zhou, don't you have his phone number?"
Uncle Qiao has been extremely busy these past few days.
At the end of February, he was finally promoted to a top producer and is now busy writing songs for several A-list artists who have just signed with the company.
"I can't get through," Zhou Rongze said irritably.
"He should be in the recording studio. That kid only turns off his phone when he's recording a song."
Uncle Qiao blurted out almost reflexively.
Zhou Rongze was taken aback. Was there such a thing?
Of course, Lao Zhou didn't dwell on the matter. He immediately turned around and led Zhao Wenyao and his group to the recording studio.
As soon as I entered the recording studio, I saw Lin Rui standing in the recording booth, playing with his phone.
Before he could even step forward, Zhou Rongze felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He instinctively took out his phone, but before he could even look at it closely, he saw Zhao Wenyao, Sun Min, Zhang Chengzhang, and some staff members from the recording studio all doing similar things.
Having a vague idea of what was going on, Zhou Rongze looked closely.
Sure enough, Lin Rui posted on Weibo again.
I quickly clicked on it, and the first thing I saw was a line of text.
—Song: "Nocturne"
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