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

After seeing off another group of people who came to ask for songs, Yu Le felt that he had used up all the saliva he had ever used up in this lifetime.

He slumped in the boss's chair like a salted fish whose tendons had been pulled out, feeling that even moving a finger was a huge waste of energy.

"Stone."

Yu Le called out weakly.

The door to the recording studio next door opened a crack, and Chang Shilei poked half his head out, his thick-rimmed glasses reflecting the light.

"Lock the door. Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he'd say I'm not here."

Chang Shilei pushed up his glasses, gave an "OK" sign, and clicked the door shut.

The world is quiet now.

Yu Le propped his legs up on the desk, grabbed a newspaper and covered his face, preparing to take a nap.

However, while he wanted to lie down, the outside world was in an uproar.

The internet has a memory, and it is also incredibly powerful.

Just as news of "Jiangnan" and "Life is Like Summer Flowers" began to circulate, netizens who were already itching to get the information from the name "Xianyu Studio" started a thorough search.

On Tianya Forum, the famous exposé post "Unveiling the Secrets of Xianyu Studio" has been pushed to the top of the homepage.

Countless "Sherlock Holmes" are using magnifying glasses to search for clues in every corner of the internet.

Finally, someone struck gold.

[Case solved! Brothers! Big case solved!]

A bold, red reply suddenly appeared, instantly igniting the entire post.

Remember the clarification post from Liu Yifei's account a few months ago? The one that showed off the copyright certificate for "Invisible Wings"!

I checked the cache of that post! The copyright certificate clearly states the copyright holder as Yu Le!

[Furthermore! The caption for that post was: "Hello everyone, I'm Yu Le, the ghostwriter for 'Invisible Wings'."]

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Netizens followed the clues and dug up the "marriage certificate clarification post" that Yu Le had previously posted on his account to refute haters.

With all the clues connected, the truth is about to be revealed.

The owner of Salty Fish Studio is Yu Le.

All the hit songs from Salty Fish Studio were written and composed by Yu Le.

The newly crowned "national father-in-law" whose online signature reads "An ordinary but handsome guy whose dream is to be a salted fish" and who dotes on Liu Qianqian in real life is actually the mysterious producer with talent that's almost obsessive!

The forum was in an uproar.

[Holy crap? The boss is personally writing songs? Are capitalists this greedy these days?]

[This isn't a capitalist, this is a donkey from the production team come to life! One person supporting an entire workshop?!]

[I thought there was a creative team of dozens of people behind him, but it turns out Yu Le did it all by himself? What's wrong with his brain?]

[Can a man who can be both a father and a mother, earn money, write songs, and cook...does such a man really exist? Aunt Liu must have saved the galaxy in her past life!]

After the initial shock came a frenzy of onlookers.

A large number of netizens flocked to Sina Blog to search for the ID "Yu Le".

The page loads very slowly.

In this dial-up era, the massive traffic caused servers to cry out in despair.

Finally, the page loaded.

The profile picture is of a man wearing a simple white T-shirt, with messy hair and a "don't touch me" expression.

Number of followers: 2580.

It was so bleak it was almost pitiful.

The comments section instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.

[That's it? This is the legendary top producer? He doesn't even have as many fans as I do!]

Hahaha, that sleepy look on his face, he really is a salted fish.

Everyone, please leave now. She's just a cooking blogger who also writes songs on the side.

However, this teasing didn't last long.

Soon, sharp-eyed netizens clicked on the inconspicuous "Following List" and "Followers List".

The eyes in front of the screen were wide open, bigger than saucers.

First page of fan list:

David Tao (Certified: Famous singer and music producer).

Hu Yanbing (Certified: Singer).

Pu Shu (Certified: Wheatfield Music Signed Singer).

Li Ming (Certified: Production Director of Wheatfield Music).

Song Ke (verified as the founder of Wheatfield Music).

Lin Junjie (Certified: Singer).

Scroll down further.

Warner Music's official account.

Rock Records Planning Department.

Ocean Butterflies Music...

A series of gleaming gold-plated verified IDs were neatly arranged there.

There were no zombie fans, and no random extras just there to make up the numbers.

It was filled with industry bigwigs, popular singers, and top record company executives.

It seems like half of the entire Chinese music scene is having a meeting in this small account with just over two thousand followers.

The forum's sentiment suddenly shifted 180 degrees.

[I'm speechless... This isn't a fan list, it's a celebrity roster!]

[Impressive! High-caliber! Of the two thousand followers, over a thousand are established figures, and others are on their way to becoming ones!]

Is this the legendary scene of "conversing with learned scholars and having no uncultured people among one's acquaintances"?

[Where are you, the one who was just mocking someone for having few followers? Come out and show yourself! One of their followers is worth ten thousand of yours!]

This is what they call: "I may be out of the game, but my legend lives on."

……

Inside the Salted Fish Entertainment Company.

Yu Le logged into his blog account.

He hasn't logged in since posting his marriage certificate.

At this point, the account is logged in.

"Beep beep beep—!!!"

"Buzzing—!!!"

Instantly, a cacophony of notification sounds erupted, loud enough to rouse the dead back to life.

The screen has frozen into a slideshow.

The message pop-up in the lower right corner was flashing wildly at a speed invisible to the naked eye, overlapping and finally turning into a red blob.

The laptop emitted a tractor-like roar, and the fans spun as if they were about to take off.

"What the hell...?"

Yu Le muttered to himself as he reached for the mouse.

The mouse pointer froze for a full five seconds before finally moving with difficulty.

He clicked on the message icon that was bright red.

The private message list instantly filled the entire screen.

[Huayi Brothers - Wang Zhongjun: Mr. Yu, I've long admired your name. Would you be so kind as to invite me for a chat? It's about the film score...]

[Sony-Muhua: Mr. Yu, I apologize for bothering you, but we would like to extend an invitation to you...]

[Emperor Entertainment: Mr. Yu, are you interested in developing your career in Hong Kong? We have resources here...]

[Zhou Jielun (assistant): Hello, Teacher Yu. Jay Chou really liked your song and was wondering if we could commission a song together? Wow, that's great!]

……

Besides these legitimate requests for collaboration, there are many more unknown singers, agents, and even ordinary people with dreams of becoming stars.

[Teacher Yu! I've loved singing since I was little! Here's my photo and a demo, please listen! I'm willing to sign a contract of servitude!]

[Dad! Look at me! I'm more obedient than Liu Qianqian! I eat less and do more!]

Hey bro, need a charm/accessory? The kind that says "666" (a Chinese internet slang for "awesome")!

Information continues to pour in.

Dozens of new private messages arrive every second.

The computer screen finally couldn't withstand the overwhelming wealth and flickered twice with a "sizzle".

Blue screen.

A line of white code jumps across a blue background, as if mocking the machine's incompetence.

Yu Le: "..."