You're about to retire from the entertainment industry, yet your concerts are still so popular?

Five or six minutes later.

Ye Chen pushed the manuscript paper filled with lyrics and music in front of Murong Shujin.

The crowd, gathered in a circle, were filled with shock!

Despite their mental preparation, they were still amazed by the melody of the musical staff!

Teng Ge'er pointed to the sheet music and urged, "Miss Murong, why don't you try sight-singing it?"

Murong Shujin picked up the sheet music in a daze and slowly began to sing it:

"They betrayed my love and forced me to leave."

When I finally learned the truth, tears streamed down my face.

"...???"

After singing those two lines, Murong Shujin froze on the spot.

Her expression shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to an indescribable complexity.

The simple melody and down-to-earth lyrics made her feel uneasy.

"This song..." She opened her mouth, then after a long pause managed to utter two words, "So corny."

As soon as she said that, she felt like slapping herself.

Why is it that when it comes to crucial moments, my emotional intelligence is as low as a husky's?

Ye Chen didn't take it to heart at all, but smiled faintly and said, "That's right, being tacky to the extreme is also a kind of fashion."

Ye Chen said this without any psychological burden.

Anyway, if some viewers complain that the song is corny, then it's the senior's problem.

What does it have to do with me, a composer, that you sing in a rustic way?

With that thought in mind, Ye Chen added, "Besides, what you want is widespread popularity. Let me tell you a secret, the more corny the song, the more it will spread throughout the streets and alleys."

Seeing Ye Chen's confident demeanor, the others in the room believed him without question.

"Um, Mr. Ye Chen," Zhang Yiming looked at the sheet music, slightly embarrassed, "the style of this song... is so different from your performances in Hangzhou, isn't it?"

Yu Menglong looked troubled. After a little hesitation, she said, "Yes, I can trust you about its popularity. But the song's rustic feel might really make Teacher Murong lose his fans of traditional Chinese style songs."

Murong Shujin immediately shook her head, trying to help Ye Chen out of the predicament: "Right now, as long as the song can quickly become a hit, I don't care if I lose fans."

She gave a wry smile as she spoke.

But in his eyes, there was a stubborn ruthlessness.

What she's thinking about now is to regain her popularity. And then, while she's at the peak of her fame, she wants to bring the opera that her parents and teachers taught her back to young people.

There was a moment of silence in the room, no one understanding what she was up to.

"Junior brother, no matter what, all the proceeds from this song are yours."

Murong Shujin took out a card from her bag and solemnly pushed it onto Ye Chen's desk: "In addition, I will give another 100,000 as a fee for inviting him to write the song."

Ye Chen didn't even look at it, casually pushing the card back with his finger:

"Do we, fellow students, need to say such things? You can take the song and sing it as you like. I don't care about the money."

"But--"

"Since Ye Chen has said so, don't let his good intentions go to waste," Jiang Mengting interrupted with a half-smile. "Besides, our two companies will soon complete the merger, and we'll be one family from now on. Why distinguish between 'yours' and 'mine'?"

Unable to resist their persuasion, Murong Shujin opened her mouth.

Finally, she lowered her eyes and said softly, "Alright then, thank you, President Jiang, thank you, junior brother."

She verbally agreed, but in her heart she had already made up her mind!

Once the song becomes popular, we'll find the right opportunity and secretly transfer all the earnings to our junior apprentice!

"Senior sister, come to the company to see me tomorrow." Ye Chen stood up, stretched, and said, "I'll personally guide you on the arrangement and accompaniment, and record the new song while I'm at it."

"What about me?" Teng Ge'er jumped up from the sofa in a panic!

He looked at Ye Chen with anticipation: "Brother Ye Chen, I'm really craving your song 'Da La Beng Ba'!"

"Cover song copyright, right? I've always remembered that." Ye Chen turned around and smiled.

"How about this, I'll not only give you the cover rights, but I'll also adapt a 'Grassland Flavor' version for you, Uncle Teng."

"The taste of the grasslands?!" Tengge'er's breath hitched, and his eyes widened like copper bells.

Ye Chen poured himself a cup of throat-soothing tea, sat back down at the table, picked up a pen, and began sketching on the musical staff:

"Based on the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle), electronic drums, and then some embellishments of traditional grassland folk songs..."

Ten minutes later.

Ye Chen handed the revised score to Teng Ge'er.

Ye Chen made adjustments to the melody, instrument arrangement, and singing style.

Teng Ge'er began to sight-sing the music as soon as he got the sheet music.

The song begins with a long, booming roar: "Long, long ago! A dragon suddenly appeared!"

"...

"Dara! Bengba! Bande! Bedi! Budo! Biruon!—"

Halfway through the song, he slapped his thigh and burst into laughter: "Hehe, this is hilarious! So hilarious! You can sing this song like this?!"

When he sang it, the slightly torn, angry tone felt particularly smooth to him!

This fun and novel experience delighted Grandpa Teng, making him extremely happy.

The people in the room looked at each other in disbelief, then froze in shock.

As expected of the Teng family style, it's rugged and powerful!

"A well-established, highly difficult song... can be modified like this?!" Zhang Yiming's jaw almost smashed through the table!

Murong Shujin gritted her teeth and swallowed hard: "From an epic entertainment song to a heroic grassland tune?! Junior Brother has completely given this song a new soul!"

"The arrangement has been completely changed, the singing style has been completely changed, and even the chord progressions have changed!" Yu Menglong leaned over to stare at the sheet music.

His eyes widened in disbelief: "It actually... looks completely natural?!"

Jiang Mengting looked at the group of veteran singers who were stunned by the shock and shook her head helplessly.

She grabbed Zhang Yiming and Yu Menglong by the back of their collars: "Alright, stop standing there, come with me to sign the contract."

She walked to the door, then turned back and glared at Ye Chen: "You, take good care of your voice. You're going to be a guest singer at Jin Haiji's concert in a couple of days, so don't try to hit any high notes, it'll damage your voice!"

Ye Chen gave an OK sign and smiled innocently.

After giving her instructions, Jiang Mengting took Zhang Yiming and Yu Menglong to sign contracts, officially making them artists of Shengtang.

……

At this moment.

A proctology hospital.

Dr. Wu Yifan lay on the anal and rectal operating table, looking pained: "Dr. Wang, the incision in my butt hurts."

Dr. Wang tried hard to suppress his smile: "That's right, we usually call it the exit. When you call it the entrance, it will definitely hurt."

Wu Yifan's face turned green: "Dr. Wang, it really hurts when I poop!"

Dr. Wang asked, "How many days have you been in pain? Have you had any rectal bleeding?"

"There's blood on the paper and in the toilet," Wu Yifan answered truthfully.

Have you had constipation or diarrhea recently?

"No, none of them."

Did you feed it yesterday?

Wu Yifan: "..."

"Dr. Wang, is my condition serious? Do I need surgery?"

"No need for now. If it's just pooping, it'll be fine in a week."

"But why did mine crack?"

Dr. Wang lowered the corners of his mouth and said, "It might be a bit big."

"But I never had a crack when I was constipated and my stool was hard and thick, did I?"

Dr. Wang couldn't suppress a smirk: "Sigh~ Poop doesn't run back and forth!"

Wu Yifan gritted his teeth, yet was on the verge of tears!

Sister Li's excessive love is irresistible! Those free little fans are much more fun!

Ye Chen! Ye Chen, it's all your fault!

Your venue has to be behind mine!!!