50: Chapter 50 One person supported the pinnacle of an era

Keyboard Grey stopped his movements.

"As long as the four characters 'S.C.' appeared in the author column, I'll make all of them pop up."

The entire livestream room instantly fell silent.

All the netizens held their breath, staring fixedly at the black code window.

If Su Chen was just a Trainee responsible for XO's debut...

If he really just altered his own group's song credits out of jealousy...

Then his name would absolutely not appear in the songs of other artists.

As the Enter key was pressed, the code window began to scroll frantically.

Just two seconds later, the search results poured down.

Dense entries instantly filled the entire screen, and the data volume was so huge that it directly caused Lao Wang's high-spec livestream computer to lag for half a second.

Wang Wenjian opened his mouth wide, the mouthful of water he had just drunk almost spraying out.

The bullet comments came to a complete halt.

"Impossible, right..." Lao Wang's voice trembled.

Keyboard Grey didn't waste any words, directly classifying the list by timeline and enlarging the screen projection.

"The first group." Keyboard Grey clicked open a folder.

That was the name of a girl group.

SM Entertainment's top headliners, a nine-member girl group that was blazing hot across half the sky.

In the drop-down menu, three song titles were prominently listed.

"Into the New World".

"Gee".

"Genie".

These three songs were absolute blockbusters that swept across Asia and established the girl group's empress status.

Even Chinese passersby who didn't chase stars had definitely heard those brainwashing melodies in malls and supermarkets.

Lyricist: S.C.

Composer: S.C.

Swept entirely!

[Oh my god, these three songs were actually written by Su Chen???]

[Good lord, what on earth did I just see!!]

[I'm even starting to fucking doubt if this is real right now, this is just too all-rounded!]

[Beasts, South Korea is truly a bunch of beasts!!!]

[...]

Wang Wenjian frantically clutched his hair with both hands.

"Holy shit! The crab dance that even my mom hums a couple of lines of while doing housework, and now you're telling me this song was written by Su Chen?! A big tough guy who dances popping wrote such a sweet song?"

Let alone the netizens.

Wang Wenjian's mind was also completely broken at this moment.

These songs were actually written by a grown man, this is fucking fake!

"The second group." Keyboard Grey continued to click.

This time it was a boy group.

A thirteen-member group claimed to be the peak of South Korea's second-generation boy groups, which had once stirred up a fanatical storm across Asia.

The divine song "Sorry Sorry".

The title track of their third full-length album that swept major charts.

Arranger: S.C.

As soon as the second group of names was announced, the screen was filled with [???]

[What the hell???]

["Sorry Sorry" was also written by Su Chen??]

[Oh my lord! I can't breathe anymore!!]

[The massively popular songs from South Korea a few years ago, they were all fucking written by Su Chen???]

[Savage! Too fucking savage!!]

[...]

Lao Wang clutched his chest and leaned backward. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Back when the rubbing-hands dance swept the whole country, I was still shaking my legs along to it in the internet cafe every day. And turns out this was also written by Su Chen?!!"

SJ back then was wildly popular all over Asia, they were the top boy group of that year.

Several idol stars also came out of it, and these people's stage abilities could still hold their own even now.

Never would he have expected that these people's songs were actually written by Su Chen too?!!

"The third group." Keyboard Grey's voice had no ripples.

The peak five-member boy group focusing on vocal prowess and soul music.

A king-bomb golden hit that swept all major music source charts in South Korea.

"Mirotic".

In the livestream room.

Wang Wenjian's legs went soft.

His whole body slid down along the gaming chair, collapsing with a thud underneath the desk.

The scene in front of the screen completely fried Lao Wang's CPU.

If digging up the three title tracks of the XO group proved that Su Chen was a buried genius...

Then this current list of names proved that he wasn't human at all!

This was a god-making machine! A human-shaped money printer!

More than half of SM Entertainment's empire, the flourishing era of all South Korean boy and girl groups, were all pulled off by this twenty-something Chinese young man staying up late grinding alone in the basement!

Heavy bass electronic dance music, sweet electronic music, soulful R&B. Every style was nailed down to perfection.

Lao Wang crawled up from under the chair and roared frantically into the microphone.

"Stolen to the point of numbness! Those little bastards simply stole until they were numb! Where is this their Hallyu peak? This is clearly a retrospective exhibition of Su Chen's personal works!"

The internet completely exploded.

[Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!]

[All the cows in the village have been blown up into the sky by me! "Gee" was written by us Chinese? I even bought their merchandise posters back then!]

[Case solved, case solved. Turns out the Hallyu we chased like crazy back then was actually all domestic goods exported and then imported back!]

[Laughing my ass off. Yoo Young-jin issued a statement saying Su Chen was just a typist. Can a mere typist span across boy and girl groups and tamper with all your company's crown jewels?]

[Is this typist's typing speed possessed by an octopus? Are your company's upper management all blind? They haven't audited the accounts once in several years?]

[Treating him as a free black laborer to squeeze dry his last drop of blood, and then kicking him out the door. And he's fucking biting back saying he stole things! How fucking despicable!]

[Yoo Young-jin that old dog's face must have been slapped into a rising-dough bun! Still suing across borders? Come! If you dare come to China, I'll skin you alive!]

[This is the South Korean chaebol you guys have always defended! A bunch of damn thieves!]

Facing the full screen of berserk output, the few whitewashing comments from the paid internet trolls were instantly submerged.

Lao Wang looked at the full screen of divine songs, his eye sockets turning directly red: "Do you know how terrifying this is? A Chinese young man in his early twenties, all alone in a foreign land. During the day, he accompanied his teammates sweating profusely practicing dance, and at night he huddled in a drafty basement writing songs for more than half of their company's artists!"

"The degree to which capital eats everything clean and leaves nothing is scalp-numbing."

"They snatched away all his painstaking efforts, slapped Yoo Young-jin's name on them, and then swept him out the door!"

"Everyone look at the styles of these songs."

On the page was the audio track spectrum chart he generated using software.

"That statement said Su Chen was just a typist. That the songs were all written by Yoo Young-jin. It's simply the height of absurdity."

Keyboard Grey pointed at one of the girl group's slow lyrical songs.

"Ever since his debut, Yoo Young-jin has always followed the route of European and American heavy metal and authentic electronic dance music. His background is Western music theory."

The cursor moved to the second half of the audio track.

"If you separate the background audio track for the chorus and vocal parts of this song, hidden deep in the noise floor are extremely covert traditional Chinese plucked instrument Strumming techniques. That kind of oriental rhythm and sense of negative space written deep into the bones of Chinese people—what does Yoo Young-jin, a seasoned South Korean geezer with a head full of European and American electronic music, know about oriental string music!"

...

Outside Dali Ancient City.

A Buick commercial vehicle was driving in the night.

Yan Yu looked at the long playlist that had exploded on her phone.

She recalled that back at the Dali second-hand market, the back of the person who played a set of magical chords in just a few dozen seconds.

"No wonder... No wonder he wasn't willing to show his face, nor willing to touch a guitar again."

Yan Yu covered her mouth, tears streaming down between her fingers.

Having given everything, what was exchanged in the end was complete obliteration. Who could still have the courage to pick up a musical instrument again?

Brother Cai stepped on the accelerator, his gaze fixed dead on the road conditions ahead.

"We must find him. We have to tell him that there are people back home who understand him, and people who helped him claim back justice." Brother Cai gritted his teeth, and the vehicle speed increased once again.