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

The server crashed.

Sina Weibo's programmers, watching the skyrocketing traffic curve in the backend, cursed as they frantically typed code to increase capacity.

Within ten minutes of Liu Qianqian posting that update, the comment section was flooded with comments like a skyscraper.

On the trending topics list, the terms "Liu Yifei donates money" and "lone hero" have been on a meteoric rise, leaving those celebrities who are still pretending to be in a relationship in order to grab headlines completely behind.

Before the owners of major audio-visual stores could recover from the euphoria following the end of the college entrance examination, a second wave of turmoil arrived.

This time it's even more intense.

Previously, most of the people who came to buy CDs were students, and at most some fans who were attracted to the looks of the characters.

Now it's great, everyone from ninety-nine years old to toddlers has come.

There were even doctors who had just finished their night shift, wearing white coats and sporting dark circles under their eyes, who rushed into the store and asked for ten tickets, saying they wanted to take them back to refresh their colleagues in the department.

"It's gone! It's really gone!"

Old Zhang, the owner of the Xidan audio-visual store, had shouted himself hoarse. He was waving the last demo disc in his hand and was surrounded by a group of red-eyed middle-aged women. He looked weak, pitiful, and helpless.

"This is the only one I have! And I want to keep it for myself!"

"Stop talking nonsense! My son just came down from the fever clinic, and he says he wants to hear this! Are you going to sell it or not? If not, I'll tear your shop down!" An older woman with explosive fighting spirit slapped a hundred yuan on Old Zhang's forehead.

Old Zhang earned a hundred yuan with tears in his eyes. Looking at the shelves that were cleaner than his face, he wondered if he should frame Liu Qianqian's poster and offer incense to it morning and night.

This isn't a celebrity, this is a god of wealth! A living bodhisattva!

Even more outrageous is that this trend reached CCTV.

7 PM.

On countless television sets, the familiar blue background and the two stern-faced presenters suddenly interrupted with a news report.

Screen switch.

It was that black and white poster of "The Lone Warrior" paired with that stirring chorus.

Recently, young singer Liu Yifei released the single "The Lone Warrior" to pay tribute to frontline workers in the fight against the epidemic. The song has an inspiring melody and uplifting lyrics, showcasing the responsibility and commitment of contemporary youth...

Although it was only a short thirty seconds.

But that's the central bank!

It is an "official certification" recognized by the people of the whole country!

The situation completely changed after those thirty seconds.

What was originally just a charity event in the entertainment industry was instantly elevated to the level of "the spirit of the times".

Those haters who were previously making sarcastic remarks about Liu Qianqian putting on a show and trying to gain sympathy by playing the victim instantly shut up, deleted their posts and canceled their accounts overnight, fearing that the iron fist of justice would smash their heads through the internet.

Yu Le's move directly elevated Liu Qianqian from a "popular young actress" to a candidate for "high-quality artist who promotes the main theme".

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Across the strait, on the beautiful island of Taipei.

The rain outside the window was pattering softly, as if providing accompaniment for the restless man inside.

Yang Junrong walked the equivalent of a marathon in his office.

He was clutching the briefing that had just been faxed from the mainland, the paper crumpled and crumpled, like a wad of waste paper.

"This is insane...this world has gone mad..."

Yang Junrong slumped onto the sofa and threw the briefing onto the coffee table. It prominently displayed the words "Sold Out Nationwide" and "Reported by CCTV."

"A single! This is just a single!"

Yang Junrong scratched his already thin hair, looking utterly bewildered.

"Why did it become so popular?"

Sitting opposite him, Zhou Jielun remained calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.

He held a cup of bubble tea in his hand, the straw bitten flat, and he would slurp it every now and then.

With earphones in my ears, my head swayed slowly to the rhythm.

"Hey, Rong-ge, calm down."

Zhou Jielun took off one earphone, placed the milk tea on the table, and made a soft "thud" sound.

"I've listened to this song, and it's definitely got something special."

He gave a thumbs up, a signature crooked smile spreading across his face.

"Yu Le, that guy, is really something else."

"I don't want to hear his nonsense right now!" Yang Junrong sprang up from the sofa, pointing at the briefing on the table, spitting as he spoke. "I just want to know, what are we going to do? Should we still publish 'Ye Huimei'?"

To avoid direct confrontation, they had already postponed the album release by half a month.

I thought that once the college entrance exam fever was over, this wave of "Liu Yifei fever" would finally cool down, right?

The result was good.

Yu Le threw out a trump card, instantly sending the buzz soaring.

"How about we extend it for another half month?" Yang Junrong asked tentatively, his tone tinged with a hint of timidity, "Until this wave of hype dies down?"

"don't want."

Zhou Jielun refused decisively.

He picked up the drumsticks on the table and tapped them twice on his knees with great rhythm.

"If we delay any longer, it'll be too late. And..." He raised his head, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes, "Brother Rong, have you considered what if we keep hiding, and that pervert Yu Le writes another divine song?"

Yang Junrong was stunned, his mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

That's...it's actually quite possible!

That Yu Le is a crazy person who doesn't play by the rules.

Today I can write "The Lone Warrior" for Liu Yifei, and tomorrow I can write "The Chrysanthemum" or some other kind of story for her.

This guy's music library is like a bottomless pit; nobody knows what his next move will be.

"Besides, she only released a single."

Zhou Jielun stood up, turned his hat brim back, revealing a face that screamed "I'm the best in the world."

"I released an album. Ten songs beat hers by a single one. If I still don't dare to release it, am I still Zhou Jielun?"

That was a statement that exuded domineering confidence.

Seeing his artist acting all high and mighty, Yang Junrong felt a little less anxious.

Yes, although "The Lone Warrior" is powerful, it is still just a single.

However, their album "Ye Huimei" is also good, and since it is an album, the overall track and singles do not completely overlap.

In terms of endurance, depth, and fan base, the advantage lies with me!

"OK!"

Yang Junrong gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh hard.

"Okay, I'll do as you say! I won't hide anymore! Send it!!"