Huayu 2002, I'm going to dominate the music scene!

The release of "Ye Huimei" was like a nuclear bomb that directly ignited the Chinese music scene.

If Song Mo's album was a bolt from the blue, reminding everyone that the market had begun to recover.

Jay Chou's album convinced all singers and industry professionals that the market was currently very hungry.

In an instant, the media went crazy, music critics went crazy, and fans went crazy.

Jay Chou has redefined Chinese pop music!

"Ye Huimei" is Jay Chou's masterpiece!

"From today onwards, everyone is chasing after Jay Chou."

The album received a constant stream of praise, and in its first week of release, it sold over 100,000 copies in Taiwan.

Sales figures in Hong Kong, Singapore, and Malaysia have also skyrocketed.

The number of official copies sold in mainland China exceeded 500,000 within a week.

Hong Kong and Taiwanese media seized the opportunity to hype the issue.

Apple Daily's headline reads: "Genuine Jay Chou Arrives, Piracy Begone! Jay Chou's Weekly Sales Crush Counterfeit Jay Chou!"

Taiwanese media also joined in. The United Daily News published a commentary titled "Northern and Southern Jay Chous are not as good as the real Jay Chou."

The article states: "Song Mo and Hu Yanbin's so-called million-sales figures are no match for Jay Chou. A true superstar needs no prefixes."

The Liberty Times, however, targeted Song Mo's concept of Chinese style: "Jay Chou's song 'Dong Feng Po' instantly overshadowed Song Mo, the so-called founder of Chinese style..."

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Song Mo arrived in Singapore.

The plane landed around 3 PM, and the air at Changi Airport was thick with the humidity and warmth typical of the tropics. Song Mo pushed his luggage cart out of the arrival hall and immediately spotted Xu Yuan. Xu Yuan had arrived a day earlier to pick him up.

"Let's go, Teacher Lin is waiting in the car." Xu Yuan took his suitcase, patted his shoulder, and said in a complicated tone.

Song Mo nodded and followed him outside. A black Mercedes was parked at the airport entrance, and the back window was rolled down halfway, revealing a gaunt face.

Lin Qiuli was wearing glasses, and her gaze came over from behind the lenses. She didn't show any expression, but simply nodded slightly.

"Get in the car," he said.

Song Mo opened the car door and got in, while Xu Yuan sat in the passenger seat.

The car drove out of the airport and onto the highway. Outside the window were Singapore's neat streets and lush trees. The car was quiet for a while before Lin Qiuli spoke. His voice was not loud, but it was very clear.

I listened to your album.

Song Mo turned to look at him, but Lin Qiuli didn't look at him; her gaze was fixed on the palm trees rushing past outside the car window.

"The arrangement of 'Jiangnan,' the combination of guzheng and piano is very creative." He paused, then finally turned to look at Song Mo, "To be honest, I didn't expect you to sell this many copies. Without the resources of headquarters, without the channels in Hong Kong and Taiwan, you relied entirely on yourself to make 1.2 million copies. It's not easy."

Song Mo sensed the complexity in his tone; it wasn't resentment, but rather a frankness that suggested he had underestimated Song Mo.

He smiled and said, "Teacher Lin, you flatter me. I'm still young and lucky."

Lin Qiuli glanced at him, her lips twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything more.

The car first went to Ocean Butterflies' headquarters in Singapore. It was different from what Song Mo had imagined; it was just an inconspicuous office building on a quiet street, with no eye-catching sign at the entrance.

There's no trace of the high-handed attitude of Singapore's leading figure in Chinese music.

When the group entered Ocean Butterflies headquarters, Lin Junjie was already waiting in the conference room.

He was wearing a white T-shirt with a light blue shirt over it, and a baseball cap pulled low over his shoulders.

Seeing Song Mo enter, he stood up and extended his hand. "Hello, I'm Lin Junjie."

Song Mo stepped forward and grasped his hand, smiling, "Song Mo, hello senior brother."

Lin Junjie paused for a moment, then smiled, a hint of embarrassment in his smile: "Don't call me senior brother, I'm not that much older than you."

"Being a year older is still being older," Song Mo said.

Lin Qiuli watched the two shake hands without saying a word. His gaze lingered on Lin Junjie's face for a moment, then shifted to Song Mo's face, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He took Lin Junjie as his disciple and personally handled his first album, utilizing all the resources of Ocean Butterflies headquarters. From production to promotion to distribution, every step was meticulously planned.

"Music Voyager" sold over 100,000 copies in Taiwan and also performed well in Singapore and Malaysia, which is quite an impressive achievement for a newcomer.

But Song Mo's album sold 120 million copies.

Without the resources of headquarters, without the channels of Hong Kong and Taiwan, and without the support of big-name producers, they relied entirely on writing their own songs, singing their own songs, and running around to various roadshows.

Lin Qiuli has been in the music industry for so many years, and he has seen geniuses and madmen, but he has never seen anyone like this who grows wildly as long as they are given some soil.

He had studied Song Mo's albums, carefully listening to the lyrics, music, arrangement, and production of every song. It must be admitted that he was a remarkably talented young man.

"Sit down." Lin Qiuli pointed to a chair and sat down first.

Several people sat down around the conference table. Xu Yuan took out the schedule and began to introduce the arrangements for the next few days, which included radio and television appearances, autograph sessions, and media interviews. The schedule was packed.

Lin Qiuli occasionally chimed in with a few questions, asking about some details, which Xu Yuan answered one by one.

Lin Junjie sat next to Song Mo, listening quietly, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the table.

After the meeting, Xu Yuan and Lin Qiu left to discuss the specific implementation details, leaving only Song Mo and Lin Junjie in the meeting room.

Lin Junjie took off his hat and placed it on the table, revealing slightly curly hair, a smooth forehead, and rounder eyes.

He turned to look at Song Mo and suddenly asked, "Do you write all your own songs?"

"Mm." Song Mo nodded.

"Both lyrics and music?"

"Yes, all of them."

Lin Junjie was silent for two seconds, then sighed: "Impressive. I can only compose music; I need help with the lyrics."

Song Mo smiled: "Senior brother, you are too modest. I have listened to your 'Music Traveler' and I like it very much."

Lin Junjie's eyes lit up: "You've heard of it?"

"Of course I've heard of it," Song Mo said. "I asked someone to buy it for me on the first day it was released."

At this point, Song Mo naturally couldn't say that he hadn't bought it; a white lie was still necessary.

Song Mo's trip to Singapore proceeded quickly. After careful consideration, Lin Qiuli and Xu Yuan decided to replicate Song Mo's playing style from the mainland.

On the one hand, he invited his seniors, such as A-Du, Kit Chan, and Lin Junjie, to support him.

On the other hand, it also allows him to conduct intensive offline roadshows.

As it turns out, this strategy has proven quite effective.

In one week, he traveled to various Chinese communities in Singapore and Malaysia, and the album sold over 50,000 copies in its first week.

This is a very good result for a newcomer. After all, Lin Junjie's sales in Singapore and Malaysia in the first week were only 50,000. It should be noted that Lin Junjie is a local, which gives him a natural advantage.

Moreover, he debuted through a local singing competition and already had a certain level of popularity.

Even with Ocean Butterflies' extensive promotion, they could only manage a draw with Song Mo.

However, this result did not make Song Mo too happy. The reason is simple: Jay Chou's performance of "Ye Huimei" was truly too incredible.