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

At the same time, Jaywalk Entertainment.

"Pfft—! Hahahaha!"

On the screen, Dilraba was laughing so hard she was shaking.

"Honey, Ye Chen's mouth... he's acting like a rooster crowing and pretending to be the morning god! That's so mean! Hahaha, he's taken all the bamboo shoots!"

"Don't just keep laughing. If you laugh, maybe the lyrics will mention you too." Yang Mi's words were curt.

She crossed her arms, her expression complex.

"Honey," Nazha said softly from the side, "if you behave properly, even ten thousand 'Rakshasa Mirage' poems can't do anything to you."

"That's right!" Dilraba wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes.

As if eager to stir up trouble, someone chimed in, "Different people have different opinions! Let's not take it personally."

"After all, there are a thousand Zhang Ruis among a thousand listeners! Hahahaha~"

Yang Mi: "..."

This isn't a song!

This is clearly a ruler, a mirror that reveals true nature!

It's measuring and illuminating every corner of this circle!

now.

Street corners, shops, campuses, beverage stores... all public places!

Even other entertainment companies!

More or less, everyone is listening to this song, "Rakshasa Mirage".

That unique melody and sharp, incisive lyrics are spreading at an astonishing speed!

Some people applauded, some felt it applied to them, and some broke out in a cold sweat!

Ye Chen's sword was already drawn, and its sword energy was so powerful that no one could dodge it!

……

A private studio in a certain location.

Yang Kun listened to "Rakshasa Mirage," especially the line "The brothel has always pretended to be elegant."

Enraged, he swept the coffee cup off the table!

This song made his blood pressure spike; he was absolutely furious!

In particular, his social media accounts suddenly saw a surge of comments expressing "feelings after listening to the song"!

Every word and phrase seemed to be a public execution of him, as reflected in the lyrics!

Writing songs to insult people is infuriating!

"Negative reviews! All negative reviews!" he roared at his assistant, his face contorted in rage!

"Delete them! Delete them all! Don't leave a single one!"

Another place, Yingzi's mansion.

Yingzi's face turned so dark it looked like it could drip water when she heard the song!

She wanted to jump into the screen!

I wanted to tear Ye Chen apart alive!

But this isn't the set of the show!

She couldn't very well ask the director to mute the microphone and completely shut Ye Chen up, could she?

But that's precisely why she felt even more uncomfortable!

This feeling of helplessness when you are insulted from afar but cannot fight back on the spot!

It made her feel like ants were crawling all over her body, and she was burning with anger but had nowhere to vent it.

"The rooster crows! The rooster crows..."

She chewed over and over those four words, her eyes filled with hatred.

These words were like a knife to his throat!

It hit her sore spot—the stain on her career where she was once questioned for being "unworthy of her position"!

That's even more infuriating than insulting her family!

"PR! Tell the PR team to shut down my comment section immediately!"

She screamed hysterically at her management team, her voice so shrill it cracked!

From this moment on...

In the entertainment industry, most people have started paying attention to Ye Chen!

Let's not even talk about those celebrity singers!

Isn't this song a scathing critique of all the behind-the-scenes capital, investors, and producers who engage in idol worship, treason, manipulation of online traffic, distortion of facts, bootlicking, and factionalism?

……

During a break from recording the "Voice of Dreams" program.

Backstage lounge.

Grandpa Zhou Guodong was still frowning and pondering how to clear Ye Chen's name.

At this time.

The song that director Wang Qiang was playing out loud.

It was "Rakshasa Mirage" that swept the internet like wildfire!

At first, Mr. Zhou just listened attentively, but the more he listened, the more solemn his expression became.

The lyrics and the melody are both cathartic and sorrowful.

The song then enters its interlude.

suddenly!

A high-pitched, bright, and extremely penetrating instrumental sound!

Without warning, it tore through the air and forcefully penetrated!

"Um?!!"

Grandpa Zhou Guodong sat up abruptly, completely stunned!

The main instrument in this interlude is actually a suona!

The suona was used in the interlude of a popular song!

And it was used so boldly, so domineeringly, and so brilliantly!

The sound of the suona resonated throughout the entire venue!

"Good heavens!" Old Master Zhou exclaimed, clutching his head in disbelief.

"Ye Chen not only uses songs to insult people, he's also going to use a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) to send these monsters and demons away?!"

"Hahahaha! That's amazing! Absolutely amazing!" Zhou Guodong was overjoyed!

A master who devoted his life to folk music, especially the suona.

He was all too aware of the instrument's awkward position in today's music scene.

Almost completely forgotten by popular music, young people are chasing after foreign electronic music and rhythms from Japan, South Korea, Europe and the United States.

Local music has absolutely no voice!

He once thought that he might never hear the suona in a song until he closed his eyes.

But Ye Chen, this young man, he not only used it!

And it was used so rebelliously, so cathartically, and so perfectly!

That suona blast was more than just an interlude!

It is clear that this satirical lament has been infused with the soul of the land!

It was a loud, indomitable clarion call!

"It was worth it...it was worth it!" Old Master Zhou's eyes even welled up with tears.

"To hear this fusion with my own ears, to hear the suona resounding in young people's songs... I feel that my life has not been in vain, that I have not waited in vain!"

This moment.

Grandpa Zhou felt that his life was complete!

Director Wang Qiang, who was standing next to him, was also deeply moved.

"That was awesome! That was so damn satisfying to yell at!"

Wang Qiang felt extremely happy!

These rotten apples should have been cursed to death long ago!

He hated Zhang Rui to death!

Bastards! That episode was all about Zhang Rui and Lin Wei, those two troublemakers, who managed to rig the whole thing and get rid of Ye Chen, this shining star!

Now look what happened! Everyone's condemning him! He deserved it!

……

Annam Academy of Fine Arts.

"Yip Shen is awesome! His critique of 'Rakshasa Mirage' was so satisfying!"

Hou Junchuan clenched his fist and jumped up from his chair in excitement!

It was as if he wanted to roar out all the pent-up emotions in his chest.

Yu Yang did not immediately agree; his brows furrowed.

"In Pu Songling's Rakshasa Kingdom, ugliness is considered beautiful... When I hear this, I always think of real Africa."

"Ma Ji went there, but the locals regarded him as a monster and he fled..."

"Could it be because his 'whiteness,' in a world where 'black is beautiful,' has become 'ugly,' stripped bare?"

These words are like a key.

This instantly opened another, more realistic and frustrating valve in Hou Junchuan's heart.

Listening to this song still brings a sense of exhilaration.

But a stronger surge of humiliation and anger suddenly welled up inside!

He thought of the "special" international students at his school.

Those people are really wicked!

She even wears perfume; you can smell it from way away!

It's almost suffocating!

But what's even more speechless is the treatment!

Chinese people are crammed into bunk beds in dormitories without air conditioning!

And those "special" students!

This lousy school actually gave them private rooms!

Single room!

It has an air conditioner, a refrigerator, a kitchen, and everything else!

Thinking about this, Hou Junchuan was speechless!

"A stupid school that worships foreign things and fawns over foreigners!" Hou Junchuan couldn't help but curse, his face turning ashen.