43: The power of black fans and opponents cannot be underestimated!

“What? So high?” Jiang Haotian's mouth was slightly agape.

Yue Qingzhu was also a little surprised. Last night, Sun Han's song was clearly ranked first and even gave her a mental attack. She didn't expect to be overtaken by “one meat and one vegetable” now.

“First?” Tang Chen was slightly stunned. He clicked on the song's comment section and instantly understood the reason.

In the comment section, a group of people empathized with the music, another group discussed his scandals, and the two sides even seemed to be on the verge of arguing. In addition, Sun Han's fans also came to add some heat to this song.

“Driving on the elevated highway, the song data played “one meat and one vegetable”. Towards the end, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I pulled over to the shoulder, unable to control myself. My mom passed away from lung cancer in 2013 when I was 20. Now I'm over 30.”

“I specifically bought a membership to listen carefully and see how much of a hypocrite Chen Fangdang, that scumbag, really is.”

“Can we separate the work from the person? Some people in textbooks also had chaotic private lives.”

“Why is this song ranked higher than my Hanhan's?”

“To be fair, Chen Fang's singing is indeed better than a duck's squawking.”

Jiang Haotian laughed, staring at the highly upvoted comment from the paid member. “What? These anti-fans actually pay to listen? And Sun Han's fans, to argue that Sun Han's song is better, they all came to listen to “one meat and one vegetable”?”

Tang Chen held the mouse and smiled. “Because Chen Fang is famous. After all, he was still a top celebrity a month ago. A lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Furthermore, May Day just ended, and everyone either hasn't gone home or just separated from their families, so it's easy to empathize with the song.”

Tang Chen took out his phone, opened the mobile app, and searched for “one meat and one vegetable”. He saw a small tag below the song title: 10,000 people listening.

Tang Chen couldn't help but click his tongue.

On this single music platform, 11,000 people were currently listening to “one meat and one vegetable”, which was twice as many as the second-place song, making it a clear first.

Jiang Haotian straightened his back, putting the pen on the table back into the pen holder, and asked, “Boss, are you going to sign him?”

Tang Chen stroked his chin.

An agent usually has artists in multiple categories to balance resources and diversify risks.

He currently had Jiang Haotian, who was an actor and singer, and Yu Mengmeng, who was also an actress and occasionally participated in variety shows.

Logically speaking, he could sign a singer to balance resources and diversify risks.

But Chen Fang himself was a risk!

Tang Chen looked at the words “Chen Fang” on the screen with regret. “I really have a lot of resources suitable for him, but his scandals…”

Just as he was hesitating, Yue Qingzhu's voice came from behind him, “Scandals aren't necessarily true, and perhaps he can clarify them?”

“Qingzhu, do you know him?”

Yue Qingzhu's expression was calm, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking. “Who can say what's true and what's false? I just think he sings really well.”

Jiang Haotian finished packing his gear, put on his backpack, and leaned against the mixing console. “Boss, I followed his gossip, and there's no solid evidence.”

“Alright, no rush on this. We're leaving first,” Tang Chen stood up and looked at Yue Qingzhu. “Then you stay busy, we won't bother you.”

Yue Qingzhu nodded faintly.

Tang Chen had just pulled open the recording studio door when he almost bumped into a meticulously dressed woman in her thirties. “Sister Lu, can you walk slower?”

This person was Yue Qingzhu's agent, Liu Lu. Tang Chen's gaze swept over the middle-aged man dressed in an artistic style behind her, and his eyes lit up.

This was Qin Lang, a well-known songwriter in the industry, or simply put, a first-tier music producer. His works were known for their delicate emotions and unique melodies, and he had created many popular songs for numerous first-tier singers. He had won the Golden Melody Awards for Best Composer.

Tang Chen reached out to greet him. “Teacher Qin? I've heard much about you, it's a pleasure to meet you.”

Qin Lang shook his hand. “Hmm, hello.”

Seeing that they were busy recording a song, Tang Chen figured that Liu Lu had his contact information, so contacting her wouldn't be a problem. He didn't waste any more time. “You all go ahead, we'll have dinner together another day.”

After a few pleasantries, Liu Lu and the others walked into the recording studio.

Liu Lu stood beside Yue Qingzhu and asked, “Qingzhu, what do you think of Teacher Qin's song 'Worldly'?”

Yue Qingzhu pursed her lips. “The lyrics are good, but the melody is a bit too restrained.”

Qin Lang frowned slightly. “Teacher Yue, perhaps you practiced at home before. Try singing it in the recording studio.”

Yue Qingzhu hesitated for a moment, nodded, walked into the recording studio opposite the glass, put on her headphones, and started playing the accompaniment with the remote control.

...

Three minutes later, Qin Lang smiled and praised Yue Qingzhu as she walked out of the recording studio, “Very good!”

Yue Qingzhu shook her head slightly. “There's still a sense of restraint. Specifically, I feel the melody is too regular, and the melodic lines focus too much on harmonic balance. The vocal range is also quite limited. I hope there can be large leaps in pitch. The emotional expression is also relatively restrained. I hope to use techniques like vibrato and glissando to increase expressiveness.”

Qin Lang frowned slightly, examining the sheet music in his hand, appearing somewhat displeased.

Liu Lu advised, “Qingzhu, you also know that it's almost impossible for a singer to be 100% matched with a lyricist and composer. Even when a movie is looking for a theme song, they might not find suitable music. Your demands for emotional subtlety are so high, unless you write the lyrics and music yourself. This song is really good, and you haven't released a new song in a year. The most urgent matter is the Music Billboard in June. I know you're a bit anxious and even more of a perfectionist. But our most important task is to solve problems, not to get bogged down in details. If this continues, your dad…”

Liu Lu paused, “Will you consider it, please?”

Yue Qingzhu pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then looked at Liu Lu. “Let's skip this one. Thank you, Teacher Qin.”

“Alright then.” Liu Lu looked at Qin Lang. “Teacher Qin, I'm sorry, but our company has many other singers, so we can continue to collaborate.”

Qin Lang stood up, his expression complex. “Teacher Yue, the demands you've made recently are almost impossible for any composer or lyricist to meet. I understand your thoughts, but this is like an ordinary person going to a hair salon and never being satisfied with any haircut. Even if you can compose and write your own music, it doesn't necessarily mean it will fit the market. I also don't want to see you fade away. I suggest you reconsider.”

“Thank you, Teacher Qin.” Yue Qingzhu didn't say much more.

“Teacher Qin, I'll see you out.”

Liu Lu, Qin Lang, and the others left one after another.

The recording studio door slowly closed. Yue Qingzhu sat down, sinking into the chair.

She was almost 24 years and 4 months old, and she only had 8 months left before she would be forced back home.

Sigh... Yue Qingzhu sat in the chair, her hands resting on the mixing console. She leaned forward, hugging her arms tightly.