nashuaworldcup Chapter 174 That night, Lin Zhou's name resounded throughout the Chinese music scene.
Chapter 174 That night, Lin Zhou's name resounded throughout the Chinese music scene.
Before the first rays of dawn could awaken the sleeping city, the data backends of major music platforms had already been completely destroyed by a storm called "Lin Zhou".
That was a devastating massacre.
Penguin Music, NetEase Cloud Music, Coolcat... As long as you open any music app, the charts that appear before your eyes seem to have been copied and pasted.
First place: Exaggeration
Second place: "Never Left"
Third place: Big Fish
……
From rock to pop, from traditional Chinese style to bel canto, the top ten was like a private vegetable garden monopolized by Lin Zhou, leaving no room for other singers to even sprout a single leek. Those popular young idols and viral short video songs that usually dominate the charts were all squeezed out of the top ten, trembling in a corner, looking utterly dejected.
"Is this data... bugged?"
A well-known music critic stared at the screen, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and posted a Weibo message with trembling hands.
"I've reviewed thousands of songs in my life, seen overnight sensations, and witnessed chart manipulation. But someone who single-handedly takes on the entire Chinese music scene and utterly crushes everyone else... I'd call that a miracle!"
Not only did the data explode, but the entire industry's mentality collapsed.
The veteran artists of the national team originally looked down on this kind of variety show.
But when they put on their reading glasses and listened to the heart-wrenching song "Exaggeration," they all fell silent.
"The younger generation is truly formidable."
A highly respected singer posted these four words on his WeChat Moments, accompanied by a picture of Lin Zhou, a hunched-over clown wearing a mask.
"This isn't singing, it's screaming with their lives on the line. It seems like it's really time for us old bones to retire."
The younger generation of singers have even regarded Lin Zhou as a spiritual totem.
In the practice room of a popular boy band, the leader pointed at Lin Zhou on the screen and yelled at the members at the top of his lungs:
"See that?! This is the level we should be aiming for! Stop thinking all day about how to apply eyeliner and how to create on-screen couples! Use that time to practice your singing! Otherwise, you won't even be worthy of carrying other people's shoes in the future!"
……
Where there is joy, there is also sorrow.
And it's the kind of worry that makes you want to die.
The top floor of the Royal Dynasty Entertainment headquarters building in Beijing's CBD.
The atmosphere here is even more oppressive than the smog outside.
Zhao Jianguo sat behind the priceless huanghuali wood desk, his face as black as if he had just crawled out of a coal pile. He stared intently at the iPad in front of him, the screen displaying lines of alarming red text—Lin Zhou Dominates the Rankings, Lin Zhou Becomes a God, Lin Zhou…
Every "Lin Zhou" is like a resounding slap across his old face.
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
The innocent iPad was smashed to the ground by Zhao Jianguo, its screen shattering into countless pieces, just like his shattered state of mind at that moment.
"Useless! All of you are useless!"
He suddenly stood up, and because of the force, the boss's chair behind him was overturned.
"What happened to all the newcomers we spent so much money promoting? That guy called the 'Electronic Music Prince,' wasn't he supposed to dominate the Chinese music scene? How come he didn't even make the top 50?"
"And that 'Red Lotus Saintess'! The national team's goddess! How come she can't even sing as well as that gigolo who can only cook? Was it a disgrace that I spent so much money to hire her?"
In the office, several senior executives hunched their shoulders, barely daring to breathe.
Who would dare to provoke trouble at this time?
Isn't that just courting death?
"President Zhao..." the publicity director began, his voice trembling, "This...this really isn't our artists' fault. It's just that Lin Zhou...he's too unpredictable!"
"Strange?"
Zhao Jianguo laughed in anger, grabbed the ashtray on the table and wanted to smash it, but then he remembered that it was a brand new table and held back.
Is it really that hard to admit that someone is excellent? Huh?
"I don't think it's him who's evil, it's you bunch of good-for-nothings who are utterly incompetent! Get out! All of you, get out!"
The executives were overjoyed and scrambled to escape this powder keg that could explode at any moment.
Zhao Jianguo slumped back into his chair, looking at the bustling night view outside the window, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness wash over him.
He's been a big shot in the entertainment industry all his life, what kind of troublemakers hasn't he seen?
But Lin Zhou was like a stubborn, hard rock that he couldn't move no matter how hard he kicked, and instead always managed to break his foot.
"Lin Zhou..."
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the name, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.
"Don't think you're all set just because you won a singing competition. The entertainment industry is a deep and murky place. We'll see!"
……
The master bedroom of the Lin family villa.
Compared to the raging waves outside, it was so quiet here that only the slight hum of the air conditioner could be heard.
Lin Zhou had just finished showering and was wearing the silk pajamas Su Qingge had bought for him; his hair was still wet and dripping.
He casually picked up his phone from the bedside table, and the screen lit up, almost crashing the computer due to the dense list of unread messages.
99+ WeChat messages, 99+ missed calls, and countless text messages.
When I opened it, all I saw were congratulatory messages, flattering messages, and even a few requests for money from elementary school classmates I hadn't contacted in ages.
"Ugh, so noisy."
Lin Zhou frowned, too lazy to even glance at the contents, and simply put his phone on silent mode before tossing it to the foot of the bed.
For him, being a singing king or dominating the charts is all meaningless.
The most important task now is to appease my wife who is removing her makeup in the bathroom.
After all, his "confess and you'll get away with it for now" in the car had left him with a chill down his spine, but Su Qingge's look that seemed to say "we'll have a good talk when we get home" still sent shivers down his spine.
"Click".
The bathroom door opened.
Su Qingge walked out wrapped in a bathrobe. Although she had removed her makeup, the blush on her face caused by excitement and agitation made her look even more beautiful and charming.
"Honey, why is your phone constantly vibrating?"
She asked while drying her hair.
"Never mind it."
Lin Zhou walked over and took the towel from her hand very naturally, gently wiping her wet hair.
"They're all insignificant people; none of them are as important as serving my wife."
Su Qingge smiled, turned around and hugged his waist, pressing her face against his warm chest.
"loquacious."
"However... considering how well you performed tonight, I'll reluctantly allow you to serve me for the rest of my life."
That night, as the wind and clouds surged outside the window, Lin Zhou's name resounded throughout the entire Chinese music scene.
In this small world, there is only warmth and tranquility.
Until the next morning.
As the first rays of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, Lin Zhou was awakened by a frantic, almost unsettling knocking on the door.
Who is it?
He groggily turned over, glanced at Su Qingge who was still fast asleep, and got out of bed to open the door with some impatience.
As soon as the door opened, Sister Hong's face, distorted by excessive excitement, was thrust right in front of him.
"Lin Zhou! Something terrible has happened!"
"What's the big deal? Did the sky fall?" Lin Zhou rubbed his eyes, looking grumpy from just waking up.
"It's worse than the sky falling down!"
Sister Hong waved the thick stack of A4 paper in her hand, her voice so loud it could lift the roof off.
"I can't get through to your phone. TV station directors and top brand executives have been calling me non-stop!"
"Mango TV, Tomato TV, Blueberry TV... they've all sent me astronomical offers! Several international luxury brands are even saying they'll give you whatever endorsement fee you want if you just agree!"
"Lin Zhou, we're going to be rich! We're going to be rich!"
Lin Zhou yawned as he looked at Sister Hong, who seemed to want to worship him. His eyes showed no surprise, but rather a hint of disdain for being disturbed from his peaceful dream.
"this one?"
He scratched his messy hair and turned to close the door.
"It's been pushed back, all of it has been pushed back."
"I need to go back and catch up on my sleep."