I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

Xiao Chen put on his headphones, closed his eyes, and paused for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, his entire demeanor had changed.

"It's been a long day without you my friend…"

A clear, ethereal voice, with just the right amount of huskiness and melancholy, flowed from the speaker.

Just one sentence.

Hans, who was in the control room, suddenly stood up from his chair.

The dismissive expression on his face was replaced by shock.

What an amazing voice!

The performance that followed sent chills down his spine.

The gradual progression of emotions, the perfect transition between true and falsetto voices, and the penetrating power that seems to reach the depths of one's soul.

When the music ended, the entire control room fell silent.

Hans stared blankly at the boy on the other side of the glass wall, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

This song...

He would swear on his 30-year career.

Once this song is released, it will absolutely sweep all the music charts around the world!

Xiao Chen's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"How is it?"

Hans then realized what was happening and rushed to the walkie-talkie.

"Perfect!"

"Shaw! This is simply a masterpiece of God!"

What's the name of this song?

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow.

"See You Again".

Upon hearing the song's title, Hans's hair practically stood on end.

He originally thought that this one divine song alone was enough to prove Xiao Chen's extraordinary talent.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen then completely took control of the recording studio.

"For the next song, I need funk-style bass and drums, something a bit flashy, yeah, that's it..."

"Guitar, using a Telecaster, with a crisp tone and a slight overdrive..."

He was like a seasoned conductor, precisely orchestrating every note.

The second song, "Sugar," has a brisk rhythm and a catchy melody.

It has a magical quality that makes you want to sway along.

The third song is "Moves Like Jagger".

It takes the arrogance and sexiness of pop rock to the extreme.

One hit song after another was sung by Xiao Chen.

Hans and his team have become completely numb.

They looked at Xiao Chen as if he were a monster.

Pop, ballads, rock...

This young man's ability to master different musical styles is simply unbelievable.

What's even more terrifying is that these three songs, from the arrangement and singing to the harmony writing, are all different.

He was the one who led and completed almost all of them.

The efficiency is frighteningly high.

In less than half a day, three songs destined to go down in the history of pop music were recorded to a high standard.

When Xiao Chen walked out of the recording studio, Hans's gaze towards him had changed from initial disdain to fervent admiration.

He rushed forward and grabbed Xiao Chen's hand.

"Shaw! Stay! Stay in the US and make your mark!"

"I promise I'll make you the next Michael Jackson!"

Hans can guarantee that.

He had never seen such an all-around genius as Xiao Chen!

Xiao Chen subtly withdrew his hand and looked at Wang Jinhua, who was also in a state of shock.

"Aunt Hua."

He said.

Upload all.

There was no discussion, no questioning.

It is an order that cannot be questioned.

Wang Jinhua's heart began to pound.

She finally understood what Xiao Chen meant when he said he didn't have that chance anymore.

Faced with absolute power, all schemes and tricks are a joke.

Does his father want to use his connections and public opinion to blacklist him?

ridiculous.

Xiao Chen didn't bother to get entangled with him on the same level.

What he wants to do is to use his own work to overturn the entire chessboard.

Since Dad wants to blacklist Xiao Chen.

Let's give it a try.

Wang Jinhua nodded emphatically, her eyes burning with determination.

"Okay, I'll send it now!"

Without wasting any time, Wang Jinhua took out her laptop.

The progress bar has started loading.

1%...10%...50%...

Every tick of the number is like a countdown to the birth of a new era.

"Upload successful."

A simple prompt pops up on the computer screen.

Wang Jinhua, however, felt as if she had just detonated a nuclear bomb that was dropped on the world music scene.

Meanwhile, private luxury homes.

The old man was comfortably leaning back on the leather sofa, cigar smoke swirling around his plump face.

In front of him, several mainstream media reporters sat upright, their pens flying as they took notes.

"That Asian kid has absolutely no respect."

The old man exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone filled with condescending contempt.

"I just wanted to offer him a few words of advice as a senior colleague."

"Tell him how to behave in the United States."

"And then? He just threw me to the ground!"

He pointed to the still obvious bruises on his face and spoke with great emotion.

"Violence, savagery, that's in his bones."

"Easterners are barbarians."

"People like this don't deserve to make money on our land, much less to tarnish the Grammy stage."

The reporters nodded in agreement; they had already received hush money and naturally knew what to write.

Less than half an hour.

News articles filled with malicious speculation spread throughout Europe and America via the internet.

Shocking conflict erupts at the Grammys! Chinese musical prodigy assaults music industry godfather backstage!

Arrogance or Ignorance? Xiao Chen Challenges Hollywood Rules with His Fists!

Industry insiders are calling for a boycott of disgraced celebrity Xiao Chen!

Public opinion quickly escalated.

Countless uninformed netizens flooded Xiao Chen's social media accounts, leaving behind all sorts of vile curses.

The old man watched all this and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

He wanted to teach that arrogant brat a lesson.

In the United States, in Hollywood, his father's word could decide a person's life or death.

No matter how talented or beautiful you are.

Here, connections and capital are the only keys to success.

Dad's assistant carefully walked over with the laptop in his hand.

"Boss, that Xiao Chen... he's making a move."

The old man took the tablet, a victor's smile on his face.

"Oh?"

"He finally knows to beg for mercy?"

However, the smile on his face froze the next second.

What was displayed on the tablet was neither an apology letter nor a press release.

Instead, it's the homepage of SoundSphere, the largest music website in the United States.

A huge poster occupied the most prominent position.

The poster features Xiao Chen's face, so handsome it's outrageous.

His eyes were cold and aloof, as if he were looking down on all living beings.

The poster features three lines of song titles written in striking artistic lettering.

See You Again

Sugar

Moves Like Jagger

The old man frowned.

"What...is this thing?"

The assistant answered in a low voice.

"He released three new songs."

The old man scoffed, his face full of disdain.

"A new song?"

"He thinks he can divert attention by releasing a few lousy songs? How naive!"

"Give us more firepower! Let the online trolls keep hurling insults! I want him to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by his assistant's terrified voice.

"Boss...look at the rankings!"