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To prevent theft, the rough samples submitted were encrypted with internal company encryption software. Du Ang had to decrypt them before he could listen to them. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Talk △ Net w
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As he listened, Du Ang glanced at one of Fang Zhao's documents. His furrowed brows relaxed. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and a rare smile appeared on his face. "He sure knows how to use tricks."
Having mentored so many newcomers, Du Ang could tell if a song had potential, even if he didn't have the talent to compose. Even though the demo wasn't complete and the production was rough, he could tell the difference from a short snippet.
When the song was finished, it should do well. At least it wouldn't look too bad.
Du Ang was satisfied with the song Fang Zhao had submitted. His efforts to buy the kid another 10 days weren't in vain.
After listening to the demo, Du Ang texted Fang Zhao. "Drop by the office this afternoon. Record the song as soon as possible."
Even though advances in technology had greatly reduced production time, the sooner Du Ang could finish, the more reassuring he felt. Besides, this season's new talent contest was almost over. If he didn't hurry up and enter the competition, would he be eating sand in the wind?
After hanging up, Du Ang contacted operations. "Reserve a spot for the promotional event for the new song in three days."
After making appointments with producers and operations, Du Ang asked his assistant, "How many of the newly signed singers are free?"
"As for singers … We signed four graduates this year. Three are booked. There's only one left, but it seems like he's not in good shape lately," the assistant replied, hunching his neck.
"Not in good shape?" Du Ang frowned again. He hated to hear that. "Not in good shape" was too broad a definition.
"I think … he … broke up …" The assistant's voice trailed off when he saw Du Ang's expression darken.
Of course Du Ang wasn't in a good mood.
What kind of singers did they sign this year? They were just a few years old, and they were so desperate. He was here to mentor newcomers, not kids. Who the hell had time for a heart-to-heart talk?
"All of them. What a pain in the ass."
Competition in this industry is fierce. Who has the time to worry about your feelings? Do you think you're a superstar? You want comfort? Go cry to your own parents!
A newcomer had to endure even if he had to. Who didn't endure like this? No matter what happens, when I give you a chance, you have to crawl over even if you have to grit your teeth and crawl over. If you can't bear the pressure, then scram early!
"Get him here!" Du Ang's voice was laced with gunpowder.
"Yes, sir!" The assistant hurried out. He didn't dare stay behind to face Du Ang, who was starting to lose his temper again.
Du Ang's mouth had been firing like a cannon. His employees were all jittery. They didn't dare be careless in case they lit a fire and got blasted.
As soon as Fang Zhao got Du Ang's call, he took a cab and rushed over. It took more than half an hour to get from the block to the city center, and that was in an era of vastly improved transportation. Before the end of days, it would take an hour to get anywhere near the city center. If there was a traffic jam, it would be even more difficult. It was common to spend two to three hours traveling the same distance.
Silver Wing Media had a 150-story tower in the city center. It was nearly 800 meters tall, with a pair of giant silver wings hanging from the roof. In terms of height, the building wasn't outstanding. There were many buildings taller than the Silver Wing Tower, but it was one of Yanzhou's top three entertainment companies.
People bustled in and out of the building. No one paid attention to an insignificant figure like Fang Zhao. The VIPs had their own passageways. Fang Zhao had to use the regular employees' elevator.
Du Ang was on the 20th floor. When Fang Zhao arrived, Du Ang was in the middle of lecturing someone.
Across from Du Ang was a young man in his 20s. He didn't dare wipe the saliva off his face. He kept assuring Du Ang, "There won't be a next time. Never! I've been recuperating for three days. My voice is ready to sing! Really, I can sing for you if you don't believe me — "
"Shut up!"
Du Ang stopped Du Ang from trying to prove himself. He glanced at Fang Zhao from the corner of his eye. Fang Zhao seemed to be in good spirits. He wasn't as dispirited as he'd imagined. Du Ang's mood lifted a little.
"Alright, cut the crap. Get ready for recording. The rankings for the new talent competition are pretty much set. If you guys don't get in now, forget the top 50, don't even dream of making the top 100!" Generally speaking, newcomers from the Big Three wouldn't fall below the top 100 on the Yanzhou New Talent Rankings. After all, the Big Three had the resources and distribution channels. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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But if someone really did fall below the top 100, their contract would be terminated.
According to procedure, Fang Zhao had to submit the song he composed to the company, which would then select the singer. He signed the contract as a composer. According to the contract, unless there was a supplementary agreement, the songs he wrote had to be sung by the company's singers.
"Fang Zhao, you're only producing one song?" Du Ang asked.
"Yep, just one for now," Fang Zhao replied.
"It's been so long. Other people have two or three … Forget it. Let's finish this one first. Do you want to play it according to your own arrangement? "
"Yes."
"… Sure. Suit yourself. Even if you want to hire someone from the company, you won't find a good one," Du Ang muttered.
Good arrangers had long since been drafted to support big-name stars. They wouldn't be left for newcomers. Rather than go to the sorcerer in charge of the arrangement department for a few weak arrangers, Du Ang might as well go along with Fang Zhao's wishes. Thinking of the demonic people of the music arrangement department, tsk, it stings my eyes. Every time I go there, it'll be more painful.
Du Ang didn't take a break after his lecture. He grabbed a glass of water and headed to the recording floor with Fang Zhao and Bei Zhi, who was also on probation. He wasn't looking forward to anything else. All he wanted was to push the last person out as soon as possible. That way, his job would be done. As for the results and whether they could seize the opportunity, that would be up to the interns themselves. All Du Ang could do as a manager was make sure everything was in order.
Fang Zhao watched Du Ang arrange a series of production procedures with a sense of novelty. He also experienced what it meant to lean on a big tree for shade.
That's why so many people wanted to join a big company in the fast-growing entertainment industry. Most of the time, just because you have talent doesn't mean that you will be successful. There were so many composers, and there were thousands of new songs uploaded every day. The ones that the public paid attention to and the companies vigorously promoted were definitely the seniors who had already made a name for themselves.
As for people like them who had no connections or background, the rookie season was a rare opportunity for them. If they missed it, it would be difficult for the company to spend a lot of effort to promote them. They might not even encounter a similar opportunity in their entire lives.
That's why the original owner of the body cared so much about the new talent contest, so much so that when he found out his work had been stolen, he killed himself in despair. He felt his dream had been stolen along with the three songs.
After three days of production, there would be an internal review to see if the song you were about to submit bore a lot of resemblance to other released songs. If there was more than a certain degree of similarity, the song would be listed as "pending." Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was plagiarism, or some other reason, but the company wouldn't allow it to be posted online.
The entertainment industry was booming. Many of the rules were different from what Fang Zhao had experienced before the apocalypse. But there was more order. Even though there was no way to be absolutely fair, the rules gave more people a chance.
"Enter tomorrow morning at 8 a.m."
Fang Zhao officially earned a ticket to the New Pioneers Chart of the music industry's new talent season when Du Ang set the release date. Although the new talent season was almost over, at least he made it in time.
Today was June 10. Ten days had passed since the final month of the new talent season. The rankings were still changing, but not by much. Every company had their eyes set on the top 10. There was no suspense about the first and second spots. The two virtual idols would dominate the top two spots. As for the third to tenth spots, things would get interesting.
Silver Wing Media's artists and staff were also paying attention. After all, a good result in the new talent season would please the company's boss. Small fry like them could relax a little. They might even get a raise.
"So far, our company has three in the top 10 this season."
"Wow, not bad. We used to have only one or two. This year's newcomers are impressive. "
How rare. Three of the top 10 were artists from their company. Silver Wing's employees were satisfied with the results. Silver Wing was one of the Big Three, but it had been weak in recent years. It had rarely produced anything noteworthy in the new talent season. But this year, at least, it was passable.
Some companies smaller than Silver Wing were also discussing the results.
"The Big Three have claimed all the top 10 spots in this season's new talent season."
The Big Three they were referring to were Yanzhou's top three entertainment companies, Silver Wing Media, Neon Culture, and Tongshan True Entertainment.
"Silver Wing is going strong this year. Three of them made it into the top 10. I hear they're going to make a big move."
"I heard that too. Silver Wing signed 10 new composers this year. Big move."
"Wow! Ten newcomers all at once? That's a big investment. "
"Ten? Why do I only see nine? "
"There are only nine Silver Wing artists in the top 50. Could it be that the last one isn't good enough?"
"Nope. I've searched the top 200. Nothing."
"Then the 10th must not have made it in. Although Silver Wing has weakened in recent years, it still has tricks up its sleeve. It's not like it can't even push its way into the top 100. The Big Three can't afford to lose face."
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"Boss, the top 10 is getting further and further behind. Do we still want to compete? " An entertainment company employee asked his boss. His company had also promoted newcomers this year, and one of them had even made it into the top 20.
Seeing that the top ten were pulling further and further away from those behind, the company's boss fixed his eyes on the last person in the top ten. He pointed at the tenth place of this season's rankings and said to his subordinate, "It's him. Let's work harder and pull him down!"
No. 10: "Flight," performed by Kong Xie, composed by Fang Sheng, Neon Culture, 1502461 downloads.
It couldn't be helped. The others in the top ten had already broken through the two million download mark, while the tenth place only had 1.5 million downloads. Although the eleventh place and above all had less than 1.3 million downloads, which was still a gap from those in front, everyone was ambitious and had their eyes on that piece of meat.
Although there was only a one-place difference between No. 10 and No. 11, there was a huge gap in status. There were still 20 days left in the season. If they worked harder, they might be able to push their own people up.
There were other people who had the same idea as this little boss. Seeing that there was not much change in the rankings and the distance between the top ten and the bottom ten was gradually widening, some people had already given up fighting for the top ten, while some companies with strong cards in their hands were thinking about the tenth place.
It was as if a group of cats were eyeing a fat mouse that was jumping around.
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