Peninsula: You've been chosen here for producing girl groups.

"Seventy thousand albums would rank among the top in China, our Xiao Shuo is really amazing~"

"Mom, you're just trying to flatter me to death. Even if the album sold 70,000 copies, it wouldn't rank in the top in China, let alone this is just the pre-sale data."

The domestic record industry is facing a double blow from free MP3s and piracy, and is also in a state of stagnation.

However, the market in mainland China, Taiwan, and Hong Kong is large enough.

The first generation of popular singers from talent shows, led by Li Yuchun, and established singers like Zhou Wanglin, often achieved sales of 300,000 to 500,000 units, greatly boosting the overall market.

"You're still a newcomer, you can't compare to those singers who have been in the industry for many years."

Wen Yu's gentle tone was tinged with pride: "As a newcomer, you've achieved so much, Mom allows you to be proud~"

"What if the actual sales don't meet the target?"

Wen Yu instantly ripped off her gentle mask: "You brat, is it wrong for me to make you proud? You're still arguing with me, huh?"

"Mom, please keep talking like this; it makes me feel comfortable."

"Han, Jianshe, get over here and control your son!"

The family bickered and argued, yet they were all very happy together.

A hint of relief appeared on Han Shuo's face.

In a timeline that will never happen again, he failed to debut multiple times, suffering not only himself but also his parents.

The two of them are often asked about their debut by neighbors and colleagues.

She was clearly just as uneasy inside, but she had to force a smile to comfort him.

Fortunately, none of this will happen again.

He will only become the pride of his parents, allowing them to stand tall and enjoy everyone's envy with equanimity.

"Mom, Dad, remember to watch the 'Qingdao News' tonight, there will be a surprise."

"Um?"

Wen Yu and Han Jianshe exchanged a glance, and at the same time, they both came up with a reasonable idea.

Excited heart, trembling hands.

Han Jianshe trembled all over, even more excited than if he had received a promotion and a raise: "Son, it was you who wanted to..."

"Snapped!"

Wen Yu slapped his thigh: "Stop talking! If you say it out loud, it won't be a surprise anymore!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Han Jianshe slapped himself: "It's my fault for getting too excited."

How could I not be excited?

His son is about to appear on the local TV station!

This was the first time in three generations of the Han family that someone had appeared on television.

"Hehehe."

He touched the corner of his mouth, unable to resist the urge to smoke a cigarette.

"Approximately when, and how long?"

"I'm not the director of Qingdao TV, but I heard it won't be less than a minute."

"One minute?!"

Han Jianshe's face turned bright red.

He tilted his head back slightly, and without even needing nicotine, he was already feeling a bit high.

"What do they usually say?"

"I'll basically introduce 'Farm,' my new album, and summarize its current popularity and pre-sale performance in South Korea."

At the press conference last Sunday, Qingdao TV also sent a team of reporters and editors.

However, Qingdao TV did not release the relevant news immediately. Instead, they waited until the pre-sale results were released before communicating with him further and determining the direction of the report.

Thinking about it, I can understand the other party's intentions.

The huge success of "Love Trap" signifies the smooth progress of Fanxing Entertainment's second business venture—the music sector—and demonstrates that Fanxing Culture Media is not just a fleeting phenomenon.

Unaware of this, Wen Yu, the mother, complained, "They're really slow."

"We can't blame them. They have their own reasons and are doing it for our own good. Mom, I have something else to tell you, but remember, don't tell anyone else."

Old Han understood the deeper meaning: "What do you mean? Is there something else going on?"

"Are you all seated firmly and holding on tight?"

"Xiao Shuo, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me already."

"My cousin told me today that the city may send people to inspect the company in a few days. You should take some time off to go and help receive them."

"Which level?"

"The top leader."

"The top leader? The mayor?!"

"Dad, don't get excited. It's not decided yet. Just listen for now. When there's definite news, your cousin will contact you."

Han Jianshe swallowed hard: "No, why?"

Qingdao is the leading economic center in Shandong Province, and its jurisdiction is home to enterprises of all levels.

Given its size, Fanxing Culture Media might be considered a rising star in the district, but it's nothing in the entire city.

"Dad, you're underestimating our company."

"First, we are an internet company, and our development trajectory is different from that of traditional companies. Sometimes, if we catch a trend, our performance and scale will soar."

"Secondly, our core businesses are games and music."

Currently, I have the game "Farm" and am developing a new mobile game. Musically, my Korean album has a promising future, and my domestic digital album will primarily launch online; its success is also highly anticipated.

"No need to say anything more, I understand."

There may be a million reasons why a leader doesn't like you, but when a leader likes you, there's often no special reason needed.

This wave is called "Simple in the Emperor's Heart".

This year is also an Olympic year, a crucial year for the country to showcase its economic development achievements to the world.

Both Fanxing Culture Media and their own son are quite positive representatives, so it's no surprise that they've caught the eye of the city leaders.

"That's about it, Dad. I'm not in the country, so I'll have to trouble you to handle things."

Han Jianshe, with an air of righteous indignation, declared, "Who else but me would do this?"

Wen Yu chuckled and said, "Look at you, you're only doing this because of my son."

Han Shuo wouldn't forget his mother's contribution: "Mom, you actually had your chance to shine too."

"I heard that their station is planning to have you appear on TV for a few episodes to share your experience in raising children. Remember to prepare in advance."

"Ah, what insights can there be? It's just like this, or that, isn't it? Don't they know how?"

Look at the pride that's overflowing from him.

Han Shuo continued, "Yes, they don't know how. Otherwise, why would my mom have to come out and teach them?"

Wen Yu smiled happily: "Did they mention a specific time?"

"Judging from my album and music show performance, I estimate it will be by the end of this month."

Wen Yu lowered her head and pondered the time.

今天是3月13日，儿子专辑的音源在3月24日发布，专辑在3月26日发售，打歌舞台的初放送在3月29日。

"If that's the case, then there are only ten days or so left! Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"Mom, you're a veteran teacher, shouldn't you be able to teach with ease?"

"How can these be the same?"

Wen Yu thought to herself that going on TV to record a program meant facing tens of thousands of viewers, so she had to prepare carefully to avoid any mistakes that would be scrutinized.

"Mom, write down what you want to say, and I'll review it for you."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

"Mom, if you're really nervous, how about I cancel it for you?"

"Don't push me away. It's just a small show. Do you think I'm going to be scared?"

"As expected of my mom."

Dad has to entertain leaders, Mom has to appear on TV shows, and he has to release an album; their whole family has a bright future.

"What are you doing over there? Why do I keep hearing girls laughing?"

"..."