Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

"stop."

Yu Le moved her phone further away and casually picked at her ear.

"Old Li, if you keep wailing like that, I'll have to burn some paper money for you. We're all old foxes, why are you playing these ghost stories?"

Li Ming's wailing on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, like a duck being choked.

Yu Le's voice turned cold.

"Stop with the nonsense. Is the publicity problem your fault, or not? I'll just ask you one question: how are you planning to make up for this loss?"

Li Ming's palms were sweaty as he held the receiver.

My brain started working like crazy.

To be honest, after the failed marketing campaign, achieving sales of 13,000 units has already far exceeded Wheatfield's expectations.

Even if things go terribly later on, with this positive word-of-mouth, selling 100,000 copies is a sure thing.

Each EP is priced at 25 yuan, so 100,000 copies would generate 2.5 million yuan in revenue.

Aside from the extremely low production costs and the mere 300,000 yuan spent on marketing and distribution...

Even if they only take 40% from Wheatfield, they can still get 800,000! That's more than 500,000 in profit!

This is still a very low estimate under the circumstances of being completely outclassed by Xinghai. If the subsequent publicity and distribution go smoothly...

Li Ming suddenly shuddered.

This man is a true god of wealth.

If we offend people for such a small gain, what if they stop including Wheatfield in our projects when we have good songs in the future?

That's like picking up a sesame seed and losing a watermelon!

"Um...Mr. Yu."

Li Ming swallowed hard, his voice weak as if he had just run five kilometers.

"This time, it was indeed our Wheatfield's poor publicity that caused Xixi to suffer."

"How about this...?"

He gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and shouted out that number as if cutting off his own flesh to feed an eagle.

"Adjust the profit-sharing ratio by another 10%!"

"From now on, Wheatfield will only receive 30% of all proceeds from this EP! 70% will go to Salty Fish Entertainment!"

The moment he said those words, Li Ming felt his heart bleeding.

That's real gold and silver!

Giving up 10% means giving up nearly 200,000 based on the current market value!

But it's not an option to refuse.

It was definitely a problem with their own publicity. Who knows what Xinghai Entertainment did wrong? The album, which was supposed to be released on the 10th, was moved up.

If we anger Mr. Yu and he leaves, then those hit songs might end up in the hands of other companies...

Li Ming dared not think about it.

Forget it, consider the 200,000 as buying peace of mind. Spending money to cling to this golden thigh is a good deal!

A soft laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"Old Li, you're being too polite."

Yu Le's voice instantly became as gentle as a spring breeze, as if the aggressive vampire from before was not him at all.

"We're all brothers, talking about money will only hurt our feelings."

"But since you're so sincere, it would be disrespectful of you to refuse."

"Okay, we'll do it your way. Have Yang Nuo send over the supplementary agreement later."

"beep--"

The phone hangs up.

Li Ming slumped into his office chair, stared at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

Although it hurt, at least we managed to keep the God of Wealth at bay.

Worth it!

......

A five-star hotel near the headquarters of Xinghai Entertainment in Beijing.

Inside the presidential suite, the air was filled with a cloyingly luxurious scent.

Tang Hui, wrapped in a bathrobe, stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, swirling a half-glass of red wine in his hand, overlooking the bustling night view of Beijing.

The blanket on the bed was piled up, and a hand with bright red nail polish reached out, lazily lifting the large, wavy hair that was scattered on the pillow.

Xu Wei propped herself up, her silk pajamas slipping down to one shoulder, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin.

"President Tang..." Her voice was alluring and seductive, tinged with a hint of post-coital satisfaction. "I heard there's some clueless person releasing an album with us today?"

Tang Hui turned around, took a sip of red wine, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, the sales at Wheat Field are only a fraction of yours."

He walked to the bedside, handed the wine glass to Xu Wei, and casually brushed the tip of her pert nose.

Xu Wei took the wine glass, tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp. The red wine slid down the corner of her mouth and dripped onto her collarbone, adding a touch of allure.

Tang Hui sat back on the sofa, lit a cigar, exhaled thick smoke rings, and looked shrewd and confident.

"Don't worry, this year's Best Newcomer Award is definitely yours."

Xu Wei giggled, stepped barefoot on the carpet, and threw herself into Tang Hui's arms.

"President Tang is so kind~"

Spring is coming again inside the house.

Neither of them noticed that the once clear night sky outside the window had been clouded over.

As the old saying goes: Opening champagne at halftime is a sure way to get struck by lightning.

……

In Jiangcheng, a light drizzle was falling at that moment.

The Third Senior High School

Chen Yu, the homeroom teacher of Class 2, Grade 12, parked his dilapidated bicycle, which made noise everywhere except for the bell, in the bike shed and wiped the rain off his face.

He's only twenty-eight this year, but his hairline is already receding impatiently. In this battle called "college entrance examination," his hair has become one of the first soldiers to fall.

The office was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"Old Chen, have you heard? There are confirmed cases in the next city, and the school has announced that it will be under lockdown again."

Ms. Li, the teacher at the next table, sighed as she graded papers, "This year's students are really unlucky. SARS coincided with the college entrance exam, and their mentality is about to collapse."

Chen Yu didn't reply, but simply threw the wet umbrella in his hand into the corner.

Is your mentality collapsing?

It didn't just collapse, it shattered.

During evening self-study yesterday, he went for a walk around the classroom.

lifeless.

Even the most mischievous troublemakers were slumped over the table, lost in thought, the air thick with a suffocating oppression.

In this state, forget about getting into a top university; you'd be lucky to even pass the undergraduate entrance exam.

Frustrated, Chen Yu scratched his precariously thinning hair and pulled an unopened CD from his bag.

He bought this on a whim last night when he passed by a music store on his way home from get off work, wanting to listen to music to relieve stress.

I originally wanted to buy that "Rebirth" album, which is full of GG battles.

I glanced at the cover, and wow, it was an eyesore.

As a teacher, it would be inappropriate for him to buy this.

He was immediately drawn to another album in the corner.

The girl on the cover is wearing a clean white shirt, holding a guitar, and has a serene smile like the girl next door.

"Liu Yifei?"

Chen Yu muttered something.

He wasn't particularly interested in the entertainment industry, only vaguely remembering that this girl had played the spoiled young lady Bai Xiuzhu.

"Let's give it a listen, since we can't calm down anyway."

He stuffed the CD into the old-fashioned Walkman on his desk and put on his headphones.

Press the play button.

The first song is "Warmth".

The light guitar music began, and the girl's voice was sweet but not cloying, like a mint candy melting on the tongue.

Chen Yu's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

It does sound quite nice, and it's rather interesting.

The second song is called "A Little Happiness".

The song was a bit sad, and listening to it reminded him of the most beautiful girl in his department who he had a crush on back in college, making him feel a pang of sadness.

Cut the song.

The third song is titled "The First Dream".

The prelude begins.

The piano sound was steady and powerful, followed by the entry of bass and drums, instantly making the rhythm more substantial.

"If pride hadn't been coldly slapped down by the vast ocean of reality—"

"How could they possibly understand how much effort it takes to reach the distant horizon?"

"If dreams hadn't tumbled off a cliff—by a hair's breadth—"

"How could anyone know that those who are persistent possess invisible wings?"

Chen Yu's hand, which was holding the red pen, suddenly stopped.

This word...

"Keep your tears in your heart—and courage will bloom."

"In moments of weariness—you can close your eyes and smell a fragrance—"

"Like having slept soundly through the night until dawn—and then being able to walk along humming a song—with light, brisk steps—"

Chen Yu felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and a current shot up his spine to the top of his head.

What the hell!

This is practically a battle song tailor-made for these high school seniors!

In this extraordinary time of widespread anxiety and uncertainty, every word in these lyrics felt like a heavy hammer blow to his heart.

Never give up! Never back down!

Even if you fall off a cliff, you must grow invisible wings!

"The initial dream—will definitely be achieved—"

"Only when your true desires are fulfilled can you be said to have reached heaven."

At the moment of the climax, Chen Yu felt his eyes getting hot.

He abruptly ripped off his headphones, grabbed the CD case, and stood up to leave.

"Old Chen? Where are you going? The first period is English class!"

Teacher Li looked on in bewilderment as Chen Yu suddenly sprang up from his chair.

"To the broadcasting room!"

Chen Yu roared without turning his head.