Entertainment: The microphones are here, why is everyone so silent?

Xu Hong couldn't help but throw cold water on reality: "Teacher Chen, you know, right? Brother Chen... he's about to retire from the music industry."

Chen Feng's eyes lit up even more, and he uttered a surprising statement: "Leaving the entertainment industry doesn't hinder learning!"

"I'm not here to ride his coattails; I'm here to learn what's going on in his head!"

"You may not fully realize it yet, but the music that Teacher Ye Chen is making now is enough to propel our Chinese music scene forward by a whole era!"

boom--

These words exploded like a small bomb in the reception room.

Xu Hong's mouth was slightly open.

Jiang Mengting's pupils dilated.

Even the waitress pouring tea slipped, and the teapot clinked against the rim of the cup.

Can Chinese music... transcend an era?

Ye Chen?!

The ratings are this high?!

They could understand Chen Feng's experienced insight.

But these exaggerated remarks today... they find it hard to believe that these words came from the mouth of this honest man!

"Teacher Chen Feng, you can't just say things like that!" Jiang Mengting said, worried that Chen Feng was praising Ye Chen to the point of ruining him, and her words were quite protective.

Ye Chen is still young; praising him too much won't do him any good.

"Praise?" Chen Feng gave a wry smile.

Then, he dropped an even more explosive piece of news!

"You guys really don't know? When Teacher Ye Chen sang 'Left Finger Pointing to the Moon' on 'Voice of Dreams,' Grandpa Zhou Guodong was the judge right next to me!"

"The old man was so excited that he almost broke his beard, saying that Ye Chen was 'on the right path, had a broad vision, and was destined to establish his own school of thought'!"

"At the time, I thought the old man was just too excited, until I heard his three new songs yesterday..."

He paused, his voice trembling with excitement: "Teacher Ye Chen truly has the potential to shape the future music trends in the Chinese entertainment industry!"

Xu Hong's heart pounded as he listened.

Zhou Guodong!

He is a universally recognized titan in the traditional musical instrument circle, and he doesn't praise others lightly!

Even he...

Jiang Mengting also fell silent.

She suddenly remembered the four million that Qin's Moon had readily agreed to!

It reminds me of the strange homepage recommendations on Cloud Music!

Thinking back to the "purification" of the online celebrity circle this morning...

All these incredible things seem to corroborate Chen Feng's exaggerated assertion.

Seeing that the two were wavering.

Chen Feng pressed his advantage, throwing out an even more explosive suggestion:

"Alright! Let's not talk about the apprenticeship outcome yet. First, sign me to Tinghua Island as an artist under the company. That way, it'll be perfectly legitimate for me to stay and learn!"

!!!

The reception room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Xu Hong and Jiang Mengting were completely petrified.

A veteran singer who has been famous for a long time and has refused all offers from companies, choosing to remain a freelancer!

In order to learn from Ye Chen, he took the initiative to ask to sign a contract?

Or will he sign with Tinghua Island, where Ye Chen is located?!

This is beyond admiration; it's practically a religion!

A few seconds later, Jiang Mengting was the first to come to her senses.

Her words were decisive: "Okay. Perfect timing, we just drafted a new contract for Ye Chen a couple of days ago."

"If he does take on apprentices in the future, or if there is a similar collaboration, Ye Chen will be able to enjoy a considerable share of the profits generated by his apprentices or collaborating artists."

Draft a new contract for Ye Chen?

Chen Feng's breath hitched.

He had vaguely heard that Ye Chen's contract with Tinghua Island was a rare "70% artist, 30% company" deal, a "kingly" clause in the industry.

Do we need to rewrite it now?

How generous must it be?!

He dared not think too much about it, but his understanding of Ye Chen's position in the company was elevated to a new level.

However, this is an internal matter of Tinghua Island, and he is still an outsider, so it is not convenient for him to inquire.

"Great!" Chen Feng stood up eagerly.

"Let's sign it quickly, and then take me to see Teacher Ye Chen! I can't wait!"

Xu Hong glanced at his watch, then helplessly poured cold water on the situation a second time: "Teacher Chen, I'm afraid it's not possible now."

"Brother Chen... is still in the recording studio arranging and recording a new song. He probably won't have time until very late."

"What?!" Chen Feng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets!

"Teacher Ye Chen...is recording a new song again?! And he even arranged it himself?!"

The shock in his voice was almost tangible.

I was repeatedly shocked by Ye Chen's works and style of doing things in one day!

This senior colleague felt that his cognitive system was undergoing a major earthquake!

Jiang Mengting and Xu Hong looked at him like this.

Suddenly, I felt a strange sense of balance.

Ha, we're not the only ones who think Ye Chen is outrageous!

Even professionals were stunned and completely bewildered!

Xu Hong felt much better now.

Mo Chou Ye Chen is too outrageous; even the seniors are dumbfounded!

……

Because of the complex arrangement of "Nocturne".

Today, except for lunchtime, Ye Chen stayed in the recording studio the whole time.

Time flew by, and it was already past four in the afternoon.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted!" Ye Chen rubbed his sore neck.

Today was filled with composing music, recording songs, and even sneezing occasionally...

The high-intensity work was quite torturous.

"Once you've had your fill of concerts, go free for us," Ye Chen murmured.

These words seem to be addressed to the "original self," and also to one's past self.

He was about to grab his things and leave early when he pushed open the door to his office.

He was stunned.

The office was practically a mini tea party.

The boss, Jiang Mengting, the music director, Xu Hong, and another person who surprised him slightly—Chen Feng, a judge on "The Voice of Dreams".

The three were sitting in a circle, chatting happily.

"Holy crap! Brother Chen, you're finally out of seclusion!" Xu Hong was the first to jump up, his face beaming with joy.

"What are you doing here...?" Ye Chen's gaze swept over the three of them.

Finally, the focus shifted to Chen Feng, who was clearly nervous and excited.

"Hey, it's all because your singing is so amazing!" Xu Hong quickly explained, his tone full of pride.

"Even Teacher Chen Feng wants to become your apprentice. He's already signed with Tinghua Island!"

Xu Hong was genuinely happy for Ye Chen.

Chen Feng immediately stood up, but he did not immediately mention becoming an apprentice.

Instead, he first sighed deeply, his tone heavy:

"Mr. Ye Chen, I apologize for bothering you. I have some things I've been holding back for a long time, but after listening to your song, I just have to say them."

He looked at Ye Mengting and Xu Hong, then back at Ye Chen: "What kind of music is flooding the market right now?"

With a heartfelt sincerity in his eyes: "It's Western music! It's Japanese and Korean infiltration! It's 'canned music' mass-produced on an assembly line! It's monotonous chord patterns, simple melodies that are only meant to be catchy but have no soul!"

"They are like fast food, which can only satisfy the appetite for a while, but cannot cultivate any real aesthetics or cultural heritage! They even forget the inheritance of our own music culture!"

"Our Chinese music shouldn't be just like this, it can't be just like this!"

Xu Hong looked rather uncomfortable upon hearing this.

In the past, Ye Chen's pop songs were also managed by him.

These words not only struck a chord with him, but also reflected his actual behavior.