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

Taiwan, Taipei.

Alfa Records headquarters.

Yang Junrong slammed the data report that had just been faxed onto the table and pointed to the ridiculously tall bar chart.

"Jaylen, look at these statistics."

The man sitting opposite him had pulled his baseball cap down low, revealing only half of his cool profile.

He was twirling a drumstick in his hand and glanced at it casually.

"Hey, not bad."

Zhou Jielun mumbled something indistinctly, it was impossible to tell whether it was a compliment or a joke.

"This is not good! This is deadly!" Yang Junrong paced anxiously in his office.

"160,000 sales in a single week! And this is for a newcomer! And during the SARS outbreak! Liu Yifei is a data monster right now; anyone who runs into her is doomed!"

He stopped in his tracks, placed his hands on the table, and stared intently at his talented but stubborn little king of pop.

"Take Brother Rong's advice and postpone the release in mainland China by two weeks. Let's avoid this trouble and cut our losses."

"don't want."

Zhou Jielun answered crisply and decisively, his drumsticks spinning rapidly in his hand.

"You want me to avoid her?"

"My 'Ye Huimei' is absolutely amazing, okay? Why would I want to avoid it?"

He raised his head, his small eyes gleaming with absolute confidence.

That was the arrogance of a rising superstar in the Chinese music scene.

"In the Name of the Father, East Wind Breaks, Sunny Day... every single one of them is absolutely amazing. How could I possibly lose?"

Yang Junrong felt a headache.

Indeed, the quality of this album is frighteningly high.

Especially the song "In the Name of the Father," the arrangement and the lyrics are simply a masterpiece.

But the business world is like a battlefield; sometimes it's not just about hard power, but also about "momentum."

Liu Yifei is now riding high on the wave of celebration after the college entrance exam and the aura of being a "lucky charm," making her unstoppable.

If we go head-to-head at this point, winning is only natural, but losing... well, that would be a huge loss of face.

He knew all too well how venomous the media's tongue could be.

"The Heavenly King's Defeat: A Miserable Newcomer," "Has Zhou Yu's Talent Runs Dry?"... He could come up with a dozen of these kinds of titles with his eyes closed.

"Jaylen," Yang Junrong changed tactics, pulled up a chair and sat down, speaking earnestly, "it's not that I'm afraid of losing. It's...it's about giving him face."

"Face?" Zhou Jielun raised an eyebrow, slowing down his movements.

"Think about it, who wrote 'In the Name of the Father'?"

"Salted Fish Studio, Yu Le".

"Yeah, that's a song Yu Le gave you!" Yang Junrong slapped his thigh. "His daughter just released an album and is really popular right now. For you to rush in and challenge her, even using her song to attack her daughter... isn't that a bit unfair?"

Zhou Jielun stopped playing the drumsticks.

He tilted his head, his hat obscuring his expression, as if he were deep in thought.

That seems to make some sense.

Although he had never met Yu Le, he was truly stunned when the demo of "In the Name of the Father" was sent to him.

That gothic dark style, that imaginative arrangement structure, it's just his soulmate.

Heroes cherish heroes.

Going to snipe the daughter of a confidante is definitely not cool.

"All right."

Zhou Jielun threw the drumsticks on the table, leaned back, and resumed his carefree and nonchalant demeanor.

"Then let her have it."

He added, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Just to give Yu Le some face. Wow, this guy's songwriting is really amazing. I'd like to get to know him sometime."

Yang Junrong breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his few remaining strands of hair, which were on the verge of collapse, had been saved.

He immediately grabbed the phone: "Notify the distribution department that the release date of 'Ye Huimei' in mainland China is postponed by half a month!"

……

The crew of "You Are the Apple of My Eye"

"Cut! That's a wrap!!"

Ning Hao threw the megaphone onto the broken table, and his face, which had been chronically sleep-deprived, finally showed signs of life.

The scenes in this dilapidated tenement building are finally finished.

The entire crew worked like thieves, huddled in this old, dilapidated place with no air conditioning, no elevator, and even the toilets were often clogged, and somehow managed to create Ko Ching-teng's youth, a story brimming with hormones and the smell of toilet paper.

"Pack your things! Let's go! Mr. Yu is treating tonight, all-you-can-eat mutton hotpot!"

Ning Hao's shout was full of energy.

"Whoa—!!"

"The boss is so generous!"

The crew members, who had been lying motionless on the ground just moments before, instantly came back to life.

Some were carrying machines, others were packing up lights; their movements were so swift, it was as if they were about to rob a bank.

Yu Le sat amidst a tangled mess of electrical wires, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, letting the air blow into his collar without any regard for his image.

Hearing the cheers of these little brats, he was about to laugh and curse.

Then I noticed that alternating red and blue lights were shining in through the window, which had no curtains.

The entire film crew seemed to have been put on pause.

"Holy...holy shit?"

Ning Hao peeked down through the crack in the window, and his perpetually sleepy face instantly paled three shades.

"Mr. Yu... Mr. Yu! We're doomed! There are cops everywhere downstairs! At least five police cars!"

The palm-leaf fan in Yu Le's hand stopped in mid-air.

"What's the panic!"

He tossed the palm-leaf fan onto the folding chair, trying to appear calm.

Although he was also very uneasy.

These days, when making films, especially with makeshift production teams, there's always some "flexibility" in the procedures.

But isn't this a bit too much?

Five police cars?

Is this some kind of arrest for a wanted criminal or a crackdown on bandits?

"We haven't done anything illegal or disorderly, have we?" Yu Le looked at Ning Hao, her tone tinged with uncertainty. "Or did Hu Ge's streaking scene get reported for pornography by the Chaoyang district aunties?"

Hu Ge turned green with fright, clutching his belt tightly: "Teacher Yu! I was wearing underwear!"

"Is that disturbing the peace?"

Ning Hao swallowed hard: "It can't be that bad... I even delivered two boxes of eggs to the neighborhood committee ladies last night."

Footsteps could be heard entering the stairwell from downstairs.

Yu Le tucked the palm-leaf fan behind his back, straightened his collar, and stepped forward.

"A straight body casts a straight shadow. What's there to be afraid of!"

He walked up to Ning Hao and patted the future director's stiff shoulder heavily.

"Even if it's a crackdown on pornography and illegal publications, they'll arrest you, the director who made the decision. What does it have to do with me, a law-abiding investor?"

Ning Hao: "???"

Listen to this, is this even human language?

Is this the true face of capitalists?!

"Stay here, don't move around, don't run around."

Yu Le took a deep breath and composed her expression.

"I'm going to meet the police officer."