They surrounded me right after the breakup.

As time went on, Mao Buyi's new song caused a huge stir in the industry.

The discussion has spread from music platforms to social media platforms like Weibo.

The creator of the lyrics, Jiang Han, and the TV series "Fantasy Romance" both trended on social media.

For a time, they were incredibly popular.

The new singer's debut song, coupled with the songwriter's first public appearance, made him a dark horse in the entertainment industry, something that hadn't been seen in a long time.

This is not only the result of Xingyue Media's capital operation, but also the best proof of the song's inherent strength.

Fang Chongwen sat in his office, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

Mao Buyi was initially someone he stayed with at the company, simply attracted by his unique voice and creative talent.

However, Fang Chongwen himself did not have high hopes, expecting to only reach the level of an ordinary singer.

If it weren't for Jiang Han's strong promotion, Xingyue Media wouldn't have been able to allocate such a huge promotional budget.

Looking at the ever-changing popularity of the songs and the level of discussion surrounding them, he couldn't help but admire the new chairman's unique vision.

After all, in this era where traffic is king, it takes a lot of courage to decide to promote a newcomer with average looks.

"President Fang, the recording schedule for Tomorrow's Star has been set." Tingting ran over to report on the progress of the talent show.

Fang Chongwen nodded: "How's Mao Mao's original song preparation going?"

"The lyrics and music are all done, and we're now working on further refinements."

"Oh? That's pretty fast!" Fang Chongwen was slightly surprised.

Tingting said proudly, "Chairman Jiang gave him some pointers and helped him get inspiration, which is why he was able to complete the task relatively smoothly."

Jianghan again?

Does he have an inexhaustible talent?

Fang Chongwen stood up: "Let's go! Let's listen!"

He followed Tingting to Recording Studio No. 1.

As the chairman's handpicked new generation singer, Mao Buyi's work revolves around the entire music division.

The recording studio became his exclusive workspace.

Mao Buyi himself lived up to expectations. He knew that opportunities were hard to come by, and many musicians would never meet a mentor like Jiang Han in their entire lives.

He is not tall and not handsome; he can only repay the kindness of those who have recognized his talent by working hard in his creative endeavors.

"Mao Mao, how's the preparation going?" Fang Chongwen asked with a smile, his eyes full of appreciation for the young man.

"Hello, Mr. Fang! I'm practicing my singing techniques because I'm worried about getting nervous on stage."

Mao Buyi replied shyly, acknowledging that his weakness lay in his personality, particularly his inability to relax in crowded situations.

Fang Chongwen patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.

"Come on, sing me a song, 'Sorrow', right?"

"Yes, Mr. Fang."

Upon hearing this, Mao Buyi sat down on a high stool and casually picked up the wooden guitar beside him.

After a few simple notes were played as an introduction, he began to sing softly in his rich voice.

"When you step into this place of joy, carrying all your dreams and aspirations, with faces of all colors and makeup, no one will remember what you look like."

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"One cup to the rising sun, one cup to the moonlight, awakening my longing and softening the cold window."

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"One cup to my hometown, one cup to the distant land, may my kindness guide my growth."

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"One glass to tomorrow, one glass to the past."

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"One cup to freedom, one cup to death."

When the music ended, Fang Chongwen stared blankly at the boy in front of him, who seemed to be glowing.

Without piling up fancy words, it uses the most ordinary imagery to construct a complete microcosm of life.

Eight cups of wine, each offered to the rising sun, the moonlight, the hometown, the distant place, tomorrow, the past, freedom, and death.

Each cup aims to evoke different levels of emotion.

The entire poem is meticulously crafted with parallel structures, and its artistic conception gradually elevates.

"You wrote this?" Fang Chongwen asked in surprise.

Mao Buyi pursed his lips, not taking all the credit for himself.

"I composed the music, but the lyrics were mainly thanks to Brother Jiang Han, especially the toasting part, which he helped with."

really…

Composing a piece of music requires inspiration and professional music theory knowledge, while lyrics test the author's cultural literacy and cultural background even more.

The lyrics of "Sorrow" don't sound like they were written by a young person. Without a certain amount of life experience, it would be impossible to write with that kind of vicissitude and insight that transcends age.

At this moment, Fang Chongwen firmly believed that Mao Buyi would become a sensation throughout the country.

The Chinese entertainment industry has suffered from idol stars for too long! It's time for the Chinese music scene to return to the essence of music.

As a veteran in the music industry, he has seen many singers become arrogant after becoming famous, so he couldn't help but give them a heads-up.

"Xiao Mao, you must calm down! Your work is the foundation for our standing in this industry."

"Don't be fooled by the praise you receive online now; if you lose your popularity one day, they'll be the ones criticizing you."

Mao Buyi scratched his head: "I'm just an unknown nobody, who would praise me?"

Tingting noticed Fang Chongwen's lack of understanding and quickly explained.

"President Fang, he stays in the company all day long, he doesn't read the news or pay attention to gossip, he focuses on writing and singing songs."

Fang Chongwen suddenly realized that Mao Buyi didn't even know his new song had suddenly appeared on the music charts.

This spirit of dedication is truly commendable!

"Alright, you can continue with your work. If you need anything, just let me know."

Mao Buyi paused, then hesitantly began, "President Fang, I...I have a request..."

Tell me about it!

"If I'm lucky enough to make it to the second round of the talent show, could I invite Brother Jiang Han to come and help me sing?"

Ah this...

Fang Chongwen was speechless for a moment; the other party's request was clearly beyond his expectations.

If Mao Buyi asks for personnel support or company promotion, he will definitely agree within his authority.

But inviting the chairman to perform directly? Fang Chongwen couldn't make that decision.

"That depends on what Chairman Jiang thinks. I'll ask him for you later."

"Okay, please!"

Mao Buyi put down his guitar and bowed deeply.

He wanted to express his gratitude to Jianghan in the simplest way.

On the other hand, the impact of the viral sensation "Forget Time" is still unfolding.

Ji Bochang sat in a dark bedroom, staring at the computer screen with a ferocious expression.

He hadn't moved an inch for three hours straight, sitting at the table the entire time.

"Trashy song, just pointless whining!"

"Where did this chubby kid come from? He thinks he can be a star looking like that?"

"Jiang Han's lyrics are utter garbage, and the melody is completely unremarkable!"

Ji Bochang flooded the comments section of the Weibo super topic with replies, single-handedly confronting the power of Xingyue Media's capital.

He was almost moved by his own persistence.

The comments and replies have exploded; every message I post is bombarded with countless messages from fans.

"Little Blackie, I'll create your Feng!"

"You idiot, if you're so capable, you write it yourself! Stop yelling at your dad!"

"Keep talking, or I'll get someone to expose you!"

What Ji Bochang didn't know was that among those who were opposing him were Shen Qingning and Lin Yaoyao.

Two real-life sworn enemies coincidentally unite online.

After listening to Jiang Han's new song, they kept a close eye on the online updates.

Amidst cheers, someone was suddenly seen spewing filth and biting people everywhere.

So they seized the opportunity to berate Ji Bochang relentlessly.

"Sister, you have such a powerful way of cursing! I love it!"

"Oh, you flatter me! Do you like this song too?"

"Mmm, it sounds amazing! Jiang Han is so talented!"

"Wow, it turns out I'm not the only one who's paying attention to songwriters. Gold always shines."

"We really click. If we ever have the chance to meet, we must have a good chat."

Shen Qingning and Lin Yaoyao chatted happily in private messages.

No one would have guessed that the person opposite them was their best friend, with whom they always bickered.

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