I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

Xiao Chuchu frowned and asked, "Lu School? What is the Lu School music scene?"

Jiang Xinhai slowly said, "Due to the different times of opening, the styles and patterns of our Chinese music scene are divided into the mainland school and the Shanghai school."

"The term 'Shanghai School' refers to coastal cities and regions that opened up to the outside world early. They have extensive exchanges with the world of music, resulting in rich development, strong diversity, and a relatively avant-garde and progressive style, hence the name 'Shanghai School'."

"The early Four Heavenly Kings, Teresa Teng, Alan Tam, and Tsui Ta-yu, were all leading figures in the Shanghai music scene."

"The 'Lu faction' refers to the mainland entertainment industry, which has a broader market and opened up later."

"Yingzi, Gao Xiaobo, and Wang Feng are all representatives of the mainland entertainment industry."

"Everyone has their own advantages. By this 12-year mark, they have absorbed and integrated with each other, and have become deeply integrated."

When Wang Feng, who was on tenterhooks, was mentioned, he nodded in agreement and said:

“I used to be from an academic background, playing rock with bands like Grey Leopard and Baojia Street, mainly developing in mainland China, so I am definitely a mainland Chinese.”

Xiao Chuchu asked, "Is Daolang from the mainland faction or the sea faction?"

Jiang Xinhai shook his head vigorously and said, "He is neither from the mainland school nor the Shanghai school. He is a grassroots musician, without any particular school or affiliation."

Xiao Chuchu said, "This kind of division is quite novel. It's the first time I've heard of it. So, Ms. Jiang Xinhai, would you be considered part of the mainland faction or the Shanghai faction?"

Jiang Xinhai said, "Like Daolang, I am also from humble beginnings."

After hearing this, Xiao Chuchu, like everyone else, was stunned.

"This answer... is somewhat counterintuitive."

Jiang Xinhai took a sip of water and then said, "It's pointless to go into any more detail."

"Because of me and Zhichi, after 12 years, there will be no longer a distinction between the mainland faction and the Shanghai faction."

Chapter 137 Am I Your True Love?

Chen Ya put his arm around Jiang Xinhai's shoulder and walked towards the elevator.

He was frantically pressing the elevator buttons; even after the buttons were lit, his fingers kept poking at them, as if he wanted to smash the elevator to pieces.

"Just press it once," Jiang Xinhai whispered a reminder from the side.

“I know,” Chen Ya said, somewhat irritably. “Did you tell them about the progress of our album?”

"No, I'm not stupid."

Jiang Xinhai obediently said.

Chen Ya glanced at her.

Jiang Xinhai felt that his eyes seemed to say, "You are very obedient, but you are a fool."

Her face fell, and she immediately felt insulted.

With a "ding," the two stepped into the elevator, finally feeling a bit more relaxed.

“I underestimated the company’s bottom line,” Chen Ya said with a dark face. “They won’t give me anything, and they still want to surround me.”

Jiang Xinhai tilted his head and said, "There's actually something I don't understand."

"what?"

"Aren't you the one making money for the company? Would the company just sit back and blacklist its own employees instead of making money?"

Chen Ya shook his head and said, "This is what I told you, the deep waters of this industry."

"The factionalism, backstabbing, and cutthroat competition in the music industry are more serious than you can imagine. Sometimes, offending a big shot can wipe out your entire year's worth of work."

"They don't value talent. In their eyes, grassroots creators are a dime a dozen, like leeks, not scarce at all. As long as you have money, you can be pushed up and they'll say you're good or not."

"Therefore, they would rather blacklist one or two creators than offend a big shot. They are even less likely to offend someone like Yingzi who has achieved success and has a certain influence in the industry."

Jiang Xinhai was somewhat disheartened and said, "If that's the case, then there's no room for grassroots creators to survive?"

Chen Ya gestured with his hand to form a small, narrow circle and said, "There is room to survive, but not much. It's only this small. You can only earn this much food because others have left you a way to live."

Jiang Xinhai remained silent.

“This is not the final form yet,” Chen Ya said with a serious expression. “When this trend develops to its final form, it will be entirely capital-driven, and creativity and works will become completely unimportant.”

"By then, celebrities and idols will just be symbols, and their works will only be tools for making money. It doesn't matter who the public likes. As long as capital promotes someone, there will always be a large number of people who like them, and naturally, they can elevate that person to a height that doesn't belong to them."

"Even someone with absolutely no manners, someone who can't even speak clearly, can amass a huge following of mindless fans simply because they're good-looking, and countless pieces of cultural garbage can be churned out around them... That's when the music industry will reach its final form—"

"Although it's the music scene, there's no more music."

Although Chen Ya spoke with great conviction, Jiang Xinhai was completely bewildered.

She couldn't imagine such a world.

Songs are meant to be listened to.

How can anyone like a song that doesn't sound good?

She couldn't understand it.

Chen Ya put his hand on her shoulder.

"You and I are here to change this situation."

Jiang Xinhai's lips twitched for a moment: "Heh...heh. You're at it again."

The two walked out of the company; the sun was shining brightly outside.

"What do you mean, 'starting again'? I'm serious," Chen Ya said. "I want to produce high-quality works, make a lot of money, and slap those money-grubbing people in the face!"

Jiang Xinhai grabbed his arm and said, "Let's not go crazy yet. Let's think about what to eat later."

"I'm fine with eating anything... Why are you thinking so differently from me? Get on my wavelength."

Jiang Xinhai yawned and then said, "Aren't we already finished?"

"what?"

“Our album is finished,” Jiang Xinhai said. “The company won’t support us and is even blacklisting you. I refused to sign with the company, the diva has targeted us, you still owe 200 million, and the whole world is against you and Dao Lang… How are we supposed to release an album?”

Chen Ya patted Jiang Xinhai on the shoulder: "Don't worry, as long as Dao Lang's concert is successful, my funds will be recouped. With the funds, we can self-fund the album, and everything will be fine then."

Jiang Xinhai shrugged: "I hope so. I was thinking that if I can't release an album, then so be it."

"How could I let it go?" Chen Ya frowned. "I said I'd make you a superstar, and you definitely will. Otherwise, do you think I'm just talking nonsense?"

Jiang Xinhai nodded seriously and said, "I think you're not just talking nonsense, so is there anything else you want to say to me?"

"Is there anything else I want to say to you?"

Have you forgotten?

"Huh?" Chen Ya was completely confused.

"About the third time you said you liked me." Jiang Xinhai blinked, looking at his face.

"Huh? When?" Chen Ya was stunned.

“Just now in the meeting room,” Jiang Xinhai almost laughed, “when you pulled me away, you said I was your beloved.”

“Oh, that?” Chen Ya said with a sigh of relief. “That was just a metaphor.”

“A metaphor, right? So I’m not your beloved. You’re not talking, you’re just talking nonsense, aren’t you?” Jiang Xinhai stared at him with bright, clear eyes.

"Uh……"

"So you're saying it so casually? I misunderstood." Jiang Xinhai played with the hair at his temple with his fingers.

"It wasn't just random..."

"I said I wouldn't do it more than three times, and I'll take it seriously. You didn't take it to heart, did you?" Jiang Xinhai said with a sweet smile.

But that smile had an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"I was wrong," Chen Ya apologized decisively. "I didn't just say it casually."

"So, do you know how serious I am right now?"

"understood."

"Then please be serious. Stand up straight, don't slouch, and don't grin like that. I know you're being arrogant."

"No tsundere attitude..."

"So you really think I'm your 'true love'?"

"I have thought about that."

"'I've thought about it.' To be more specific, do you still think that way now?"

"I thought so until just now."

"Do you want to hear my answer?"

"What answer?... Oh, an answer? I want to."

In the sunlight, Jiang Xinhai noticed that Chen Ya's face was a little red.

She was a little smug; she'd finally seen that expression on his face.

"My answer is, I don't like you, so stop touching me." Jiang Xinhai suddenly turned hostile and his smile vanished.

"Eh?"

After saying that, Jiang Xinhai turned around and skipped away.

She turned around: "What are you standing there for? Come here!"

Chen Ya finally snapped out of his daze from her earlier charm and followed her over.

"You were being arrogant just now, weren't you?"

“It’s not being arrogant,” Jiang Xinhai turned around and corrected, “it’s being coquettish.”

……

A month later, Dao Lang's concert finally began at the Hong Kong Coliseum.

Chen Ya had already obtained two tickets through connections, and Jiang Xinhai took two days off to fly to Xiangdu with Chen Ya to see Dao Lang's concert.

Chapter 138 I Slept with Jiang Xinhai (Thanks to White Mouse for accidentally becoming the Alliance Leader)

Ever since he couldn't help but act coquettishly towards Chen Ya last time, Jiang Xinhai has been afraid to look Chen Ya in the eye when he speaks.

This situation was particularly serious during singing practice, so serious that Chen Ya noticed something, but he seemed too embarrassed to point it out.

While chatting with his cousin, who had a rich romantic history, Jiang Xinhai casually asked:

If you always want to act cute and flirtatious with a boy, try to make him blush, and feel overjoyed when he gives in to you, is there something wrong with that feeling?

My cousin said, "What's the problem? There's absolutely no problem. What problems could there be in a relationship?"

Then she asked Xinhai, "Whose little one have you fallen for?"

Jiang Xinhai dared not say.

However, she no longer dared to tease Chen Ya so recklessly.

She hasn't decided how she feels yet.

She didn't even dare to act cute again. She was afraid Chen Ya would suddenly take the initiative. If he did, she wouldn't know how to respond.

The consequence of this was that after Chen Ya said "I like you" for the third time, their relationship made no progress. They even started to avoid each other, becoming polite and respectful to each other like close friends and family, and even deferring to each other when going to the toilet.

This made Jiang Xinhai want to get even closer to him.

It felt like cat claws were scratching at my heart.

The day before Dao Lang's concert, the two packed their things at 3 a.m. and set off to fly to Xiangdu. They boarded the plane at 6:30 a.m. The tickets cost a little over three thousand yuan, paid for by Jiang Xinhai, of course.

Once on the plane, after checking the ticket and finding the correct seat, Chen Ya realized that he was sitting in a window seat.

Jiang Xinhai couldn't resist acting cute again, and Chen Ya quickly gave her his seat. When the plane took off, Jiang Xinhai kept her eyes tightly closed, not daring to look outside at all.

She hesitated for a moment, her face ashen, then leaned close to Chen Ya's ear and asked:

"The airplane wings keep shaking, could they suddenly break off?"

"No." Chen Ya closed his eyes slightly.