How did I become famous?

Chapter 161 You've Been Eliminated (Supplement to Yesterday's Chapter)

"Rin, how many copies of your album have you sold?"

"I don't know, it's probably pretty good, I don't really care about that."

In the dormitory, the two people who had just finished showering were chatting.

Su Mulin's singing was playing on repeat from the stereo.

"Ah Lin, what was Fang Ge's reaction when he heard the last three songs? Did he call you?"

Zhang Xixi's gossipy nature kicked in.

This "advisor" suggested that she write her innermost thoughts into a song, and unexpectedly, Ah Lin actually did.

Now Brother Fang must already know.

Zhang Xixi was very curious about his reaction.

But this is precisely what troubles Su Mulin: "He hasn't shown any reaction at all, and I don't know what he's thinking."

Does Fang Bie really not know?

Or is he pretending to be stupid?

Su Mulin couldn't understand it either.

She cares more about this than album sales.

Fang Bie also doesn't care about sales figures.

"Old Fang! Miss's album is selling like hotcakes!"

Fang stopped writing, pursed his lips, and said, "Yeah, but I'm not giving you any money. Why are you so agitated?"

Liu Mang, puffing on his cigarette, grinned smugly: "This is what you call sharing the glory and the shame! I'll live and die with the company!"

Shouldn't it actually be called "The subject dies when his lord is disgraced"?

Or is it "the self-cultivation of a lackey"?

Liu Mang suddenly sighed: "Old Fang, you probably don't understand."

He envied Fang Bie, and even felt a little jealous.

Liu Mang had wasted several years, and his originally sharp edges had been smoothed out. He had become much more tactful in his dealings with others than he had a year ago.

Skinny Monkey is the same; that guy has almost forgotten his past vows and dreams.

Thankfully, he woke up.

But what about Fang Bie?

This person is truly destined for greatness.

He became an instant sensation after making movies, and his songs also became hits. He also had access to powerful investors, and the daughter of one of these investors was fond of him and listened to his every word.

He can do whatever he wants without any scruples, and doesn't need to care about the opinions of bigwigs in the industry.

"Old Fang, promise me you won't become the kind of person I hate the most. You must remember your true self."

Fang Bie was taken aback: "Okay then."

Although I didn't know what the fat man was talking about, I agreed anyway.

My true desire? My true desire is still to be a landlord!

Didn't it all end up being ruined by you, fat guy?

Seeing that he agreed, Liu Mang then asked the question that had been bothering him for several days: "Well, I have a question. Lao Fang, what was the deeper meaning behind your second Weibo post?"

Fang Bie: "I'm just helping to promote the album."

"real?"

"What else?"

"My manly intuition tells me you're hiding something from me."

"Idiot, a man's sixth sense is never accurate."

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Fang Bie was indeed struggling with a decision, but not with the young lady's album.

Instead, he was more concerned about Xu Qian's album sales.

After all, in his view, Xu Qian was a victim of Su Erge's hype, and he didn't want to see this young heartthrob become a victim.

Although he's just a young idol, and his songs and dances aren't great, he's still young and shouldn't become a victim of capital.

Fang Bie sighed upon seeing Xu Qian's album sales figures.

"Brother Wang, how much?"

"1.13 million digital albums and 7641 physical albums."

"That"

"Su Mulin's physical album has sold 970,000 copies. Not to mention in China, even in the United States, it will soon break platinum sales. The last time a million albums were sold in China was eight years ago by Lin Qingjie and Ye Lun. That year, both of their albums broke one million copies, which is also their highest record."

Xu Qian stared blankly at the computer screen in front of him.

He lost, and lost miserably.

"You should get some rest. I've already booked a room for you at a budget hotel, and I've even paid for a week's stay. Let's part amicably; consider this a reward for the past year." Manager Wang gave him a pitying look, then got up to leave.

Xu Qian suddenly looked up: "Brother Wang, you..."

"You've been fired from the company. I'm going to be in charge of the company's new three-person boy band. Also, the company has already had your villa frozen by the court; the price is almost the same as what you paid. The company doesn't need you to pay back the remaining few thousand dollars."

Brother Wang patted him on the shoulder and handed him a ticket: "This is the contact information of an old classmate of mine. You're still young and strong. Although you don't have much education, you can support yourself if you work hard. Keep it up."

Xu Qian stared blankly as he left, then looked down at the business card.

[Hiring hourly workers, skilled cement workers, electricians, and plumbers.]

Contact Person: Foreman Wang

Contact number: 137XXXXXXXX

This is a contractor's contact information.

Xu Qian wanted to curse, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He had no choice but to crumple the business card into a ball, smash it on the ground, and stomp on it twice.

The next moment, he took out his phone and called the big shots he had some connections with.

"Brother Li, I'm thinking of switching jobs. I don't know where you are. Hmm, no problem, we can work together again in the future."

"Mr. Wang, I heard you're planning to train rap-style singer-songwriters? I don't know about that. No problem, no problem, I'll wait for your call."

"Brother Sun, didn't you say you wanted to form a boy band last time we ate? What do you think of me? Is the group full? No problem, it's just that my contract expired, it's nothing."

"Mr. Yu, you..."

beep - beep - beep -

The other party hung up the phone as soon as they heard his voice.

"Damn it! Giving me attitude like that? I refuse to believe there's nowhere that can hire me!"

Xu Qian cursed angrily and raised his phone to smash it.

Then he suddenly stopped, his face turning bright red.

He then put away his phone and glanced at the crumpled business card on the ground.

"I refuse to believe that with my current top-tier popularity, I wouldn't have anywhere to go. That just doesn't make sense."

"How many copies did that singer from Teacher Fang's family sell for their debut album?"

"It's almost a million, what's wrong?"

"You're a promising young talent! How many copies of your album did you sell back then?"

"One million three hundred and seventy thousand."

"You remember it so clearly?"

"That was the peak of my life, of course I know it. You've forgotten?"

"I forgot, but I remember very clearly, I had 347 more than you."

"You remember that so clearly. I wonder if that girl's album can break our record."

"It's hard to say, but the sales of the platinum version should be fine."

This is Lin Qingjie and Ye Lun having afternoon tea.

At their level of fame, they no longer need to make appearances to maintain their popularity.

Ye Lun is doing well; he just released an album, which sold over 800,000 copies, and it's practically a done deal for him to break platinum status.

But Lin Qingjie hasn't released an album in seven years.

Even if fans tease him every day, he doesn't care. His past album sales of over ten million copies have already proven everything.

Now all he wants to do is mentor the younger generation and not let the Chinese music scene decline.

After drinking tea for a while, Ye Lun brought up a new topic: "I heard that Xu Qian went around begging for help after being fired, but no one paid any attention to him?"

Lin Qingjie didn't care at all: "It's normal for young idols promoted by capital companies to be popular for a year and then be eliminated. Besides, the capital behind Teacher Fang is not bad either. Although he honestly sells records, if you cause trouble, they have no reason to tolerate you."

After a moment of silence, Ye Lun sighed, "It's just a pity about Xu Qian."

Lin Qingjie smiled dismissively: "Who enters this industry without a dream? The dazzling world is irresistible, and many people go astray. Back then, who among them didn't have talent? But why are you and me the ones who ultimately achieve success? It's because we didn't cherish it. Wasting talent and being punished by God is fair."

Ye Lun waved his hand: "Let's not talk about this. Didn't you want to mentor the younger generation? Want to add fuel to the fire?"

"You mean you want to help promote Teacher Fang's little girl?"

"That's right." Ye Lun winked provocatively. "What, afraid of becoming the old guard left behind?"

"What a joke, I just think it's unnecessary." Lin Qingjie curled his lip. "But since you put it that way, I'll add fuel to the fire."

He felt that with the lyrics and music written by Teacher Fang, anyone with decent singing skills could become a hit.

To put it simply, it's like a complete novice in table tennis participating in the Olympic men's team final with the national team.

Gold medals aren't something you can just win casually.

However, mentoring younger colleagues might help me gain favor with Teacher Fang.

Who knows, maybe Mr. Fang will decide to make a living in the music industry someday if he's in a good mood?

Lin Qingjie also had some knowledge of what was happening in the film and television industry.

Compared to that circle that ostracized Teacher Fang, the music circle here is practically welcoming us to the door!

After all, everything is subject to comparison.

Who knows, if Teacher Fang gets upset, he might just come to the music industry?

"Old Fang! Miss has sold two million copies of her album! She broke the record for the highest-selling single album in China! And it's exceeded hundreds of thousands! Not only that! Miss has also broken another record! She is now the youngest platinum record artist in Chinese history! And this platinum is calculated based on millions of copies sold in the US!"

"Hmm, hmm?" Fang Bie was taken aback and sat up from the recliner. "Is it that exaggerated?"

Holy crap! Su Erge, isn't that a bit too obvious?!

Can't we boost sales figures more discreetly?

It just broke one million copies a few days ago, and it has doubled in just a few days?

Liu Mang, on the contrary, thought his reaction was exaggerated: "What's so strange about that? Every single one of the ten songs you wrote is a classic. Although I'm a professional songwriter, I have to admit that I, Liu Mang, now call you, Fang Bie, the strongest! And it's not just me who thinks so; all my friends think so!"

Fang raised an eyebrow: "They haven't gone home yet?"

"No, I was just putting together a song for you."

"What songs can I sing with my skill level?"

"That's the challenge, Lao Fang! Writing songs that you can also perfectly execute is one of life's greatest joys!"

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Seeing Fang Bie's displeased expression, Liu Mang quickly changed the subject: "Actually, there's a reason for this sudden outburst. You know Lin Qingjie and Ye Lun, right? Those two kings from 'The Amateur Singer.' They both posted on Weibo urging fans to buy Miss's album, saying it's the most worthwhile album to buy in the last ten years! You know their fans, even though they're older, they have strong spending power. It's usually nothing, but now that two kings have spoken up, how can the fans not support them? These are two giants who accumulated tens of millions of diamond sales ten years ago!"

No wonder. Fang Bie suddenly frowned: "Why is it so noisy over there on the street?"

Liu Mang didn't care: "It's a development project. I heard someone bought all the shops on the opposite street and is now planning to renovate them into a series of chain stores. Right now, it's a huge construction site."

"Hmm." Fang Bie reached into his pocket, only to find it empty. "Fatty, I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes. What do you need?"

"Please bring a soft blue Yellow Crane Tower bag and a bottle of Coke. Coke, not Pepsi, thank you."

"Hmm." Fang Bie spread his hands.

Liu Mang was stunned: "What?"

"Trying to eat for free without paying?"

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Liu Mang tossed him a red bill: "You're so damn stingy!"

Fang rolled his eyes and slowly walked towards the small supermarket at the street corner.

This fat guy doesn't know anything!

Now I have to spend every penny wisely.

Making games is free?

And he didn't dare ask the young lady for his money.

Now, because he's broke, Fang Bie has downgraded his cigarettes from Furongwang to Hongtashan.

And it was only three cigarettes a day, I was practically forced to quit smoking!

As Fang Bie walked out of the supermarket, he frowned, noticing that someone was watching him from the construction site across the street.

Upon closer inspection, it was a dark-skinned young man wearing a safety helmet.

When he saw that I was looking at him, he quickly lowered his head.

Fang raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

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(End of this chapter)