Chapter 9 I'm Yu Yu

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A few minutes later.

The vice president, with a very serious expression, stood up and asked, "This song, is it?"

"Zhaixing's new work, 'Eliminating Sorrow'."

"Oh?" The vice president seemed somewhat surprised: "I know all four of our top songwriters in the Sunset Composition Department. Is this 'Star Picker' a newly recruited genius?"

"He is Li Zhaoyang."

"Who?" The vice president's eyes widened like saucers: "Zhaixing is Li Zhaoyang?"

"Yes." Song Yuqin smiled and said, "His first debut work is already so good. If he is nurtured in the future, he will become the fifth ace lyricist and composer of Sunset Glow. It may take a long time, but it is worth it, Vice President, isn't it?"

"But we shouldn't go against the tide. Right now is when the negative public opinion is at its worst. Xiaochou is such a high-quality product, we should choose to avoid it."

"No need. Use strength to shatter everything. Besides, Zhao Yang has a demon in his heart. If this demon is not removed, it may affect his future progress. Even if Zhao Shanshan wins the Best Singer award in July, so what? Once the demon is gone, it will have a surging effect on Zhao Yang."

The vice president was silent at first, then solemn, and then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, I really underestimated you, the department head. Alright, I'll talk to the board of directors. I'm off."

"I'll see you off."

"Wait."

After watching the vice president leave, Song Yuqin ran back to continue listening to "Xiao Chou". No wonder she liked it so much; it was not only of high quality but also very profound, and most importantly, it was easy to sing along to.

Many high-quality works have a very small audience because the threshold is too high and many people don't like to listen to them.

However, works that are of high quality and have a very wide audience are destined to become classics.

Let's see how it goes at 8 PM tonight.

...

Starway Music Company, also located in Shanghai, has a 40-story building.

In the department on the 35th floor.

Music Director's Office.

A greasy middle-aged man in his early forties sat in an office chair; a receding hairline and a beer belly were almost standard features of this type of man.

"Tianyi, you wanted to see me?" A petite woman, about 22 years old, walked in as the office door opened. She was dressed very elegantly.

The clothes she was wearing clearly cost a lot of money.

She is Zhao Shanshan, a female singer whom Starway Entertainment is currently investing heavily in promoting. Her fan base is already approaching ten million.

Now all that's missing is a perfect opportunity to win the title of Queen of Pop.

"Call me Director at the company." Chen Tianyi began to explain the important matters: "The champion of the July Silver Chart is already secured, but the second place is a song released by the Queen of Pop. The data is too close. The current public opinion is very favorable to our career, especially for you. So let's seize the last wave of popularity and hype it up again."

Hearing that there was going to be another publicity stunt, Zhao Shanshan perked up: "Director, what's your plan?"

Hype means that you can gain a lot of traffic in a short period of time.

In this internet age, the meaning of traffic is self-evident.

"Yu Yu syndrome." Chen Tianyi's lips curled up slightly, his expression lewd: "The last move is hype, throwing out all the cards. I've already sent people to take care of it, and I've even forged a Yu Yu syndrome result report for you. This is the only value that honest guy Li Zhaoyang has left."

After listening, Zhao Shanshan considered the feasibility for a moment, and two seconds later she smiled and said, "Director, you're so naughty, I like it so much."

After saying that, she threw herself into Chen Tianyi's arms. The two snuggled together, their eyes meeting, giving off a feeling of being in cahoots.

"Tianyi, we do this kind of thing in the office every day. If your wife knew, wouldn't she tear me apart?"

"Don't worry, even if that old hag finds out, she can't do anything to me."

"Tianyi, you promised to make me the most popular female singer in the country. I'm going to trample those high and mighty female singers under my feet."

...

Six o'clock in the evening.

Li Zhaoyang left work on time, intending to order takeout when he got home, but his supervisor called him as soon as he got to the first floor.

"Zhaoyang, is no one cooking at home? Let's eat together."

"I'll just order takeout."

"It's okay, I'm eating alone anyway."

"Then I'll wait for you downstairs."

Director's Reference Image

A few minutes later, a black van pulled up downstairs at Wanxia Company. After the window rolled down, the director's voice came through: "Zhaoyang, get in the car."

In the car, Song Yuqin actually had something she wanted to say to Zhaoyang, but she didn't know how to bring it up.

"Director, is there something you want to say?" Li Zhaoyang was very good at reading people's expressions.

“Zhaoyang, actually I have my own selfish reasons. From the perspective of the department head, I don’t agree with you using such a great song as Xiaochou to promote it in July. Others release it on the 1st, while we release it close to the 20th, which is a huge disadvantage. But from a personal point of view, I respect your choice. Don’t hold any grudges.”

“Director, I understand. If we can’t win any monthly championships before the end of the year, you won’t be able to keep your position.” Li Zhaoyang already had a very complete music development plan in mind.

How could such a good leader as the director bear to let the other person lose their job?

Xiaochou was merely a stepping stone for him to reach the top of this circle.

After a while, the two stopped talking and Song Yuqin had already made a reservation at the restaurant.

Little did they know that a major incident would occur just as they arrived at the restaurant entrance.

Director Zhang from the composition department called personally to report: "Director, something terrible has happened! Zhao Shanshan is causing trouble again!!"

"Tell me slowly, what happened?" Song Yuqin raised an eyebrow, especially when she heard the name Zhao Shanshan, her face was full of gloom.

"Go check out Xingtu's official website!" Upon hearing Xiao Zhang's words, Song Yuqin immediately hung up the phone and opened Xingtu's official website directly on her phone.

Once you enter, there's a pinned video at the top.

Another video?

Especially after seeing the title, Song Yuqin had a bad feeling.

Click to play the video.

The video is short, about two minutes long.

The background is a large bed where Zhao Shanshan looks listless, as if she hasn't eaten for three days. This is probably the effect of makeup.

She has also lost a lot of weight.

Someone was holding the moving camera, and after a short while, Zhao Shanshan spoke with a choked voice:

"Unfortunately, I have some bad news to tell our fans here... Waaah..."

"This song, which will be on the charts in July, might be the last one in my singing career..."

"Because I'm suffering from Yu Yu syndrome, and it's a very serious one. I live in the shadows all day long, and I can't eat or drink. Whenever I close my eyes, all I can see is that lewd smile of that guy surnamed Li, which is causing my sleep quality to get worse and worse, sob sob."

"The company had prepared an album for me, but I know that in my current situation, I am simply unable to record songs normally."

"I may never be able to bring you that sunny, cheerful persona again, sob sob sob."

"So I sincerely apologize to my fans here; it was my fault."

"As for whether I will release any new works in the future, it depends on the doctor's diagnosis."

That's basically the end of the story. The remaining ten or so seconds of video show Zhao Shanshan lying on the bed, looking utterly miserable.

The final shot also showed a report diagnosing Jade Syndrome.

This shot is only two seconds long and very blurry, precisely because they were afraid that such a falsified report would be easily exposed, so they had to save it for last.