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Qi 'an Academy of Music.
The New Era was a six-year university system. This year, fifth-year students who were about to advance to sixth-year, whether they majored in composition or singing, were all paying attention to the rankings. They would also use the rankings to evaluate the strengths and weaknesses of the various entertainment companies to see which one was more capable.
Of the big three entertainment companies on the continent, Silver Wing Media was the weakest. Even if it had a glorious past, it was a thing of the past. Students with the means to do so would prioritize Neon Culture and Tongshan True Entertainment, especially Tongshan True Entertainment, which had been on the rise in recent years. Virtual idols were doing well, and there was a huge demand for composers and arrangers.
"This year, Silver Wing is doing well too. Three of them are in the top 10," a student said.
"The top ten are all occupied by the Big Three."
"This is how domineering Third Brother should be!" To the students, since they were the top three entertainment companies in Yanzhou, of course they should have the imposing manner of dominating the rankings. They also felt that it was natural.
"Hey! Among the top ten composers, five of them are from our school! Three Silver Wings, one at Mt. Tongshan True Entertainment and one at Neon Culture, "a student said excitedly.
"Eh? Three at Silver Wing? What about the fourth? I heard Silver Wing signed four people from our sixth-year composition department. Three of them made it into the top 10. Where is the fourth? I haven't seen anyone in the top 100, let alone the top ten. "
"Is that so? Let me see who else … Rong Zheng, Chu Guang, Sha Andu, no, Sha Andu signed with Tongshan True Entertainment, Press? "
"Preston signed with Neon Culture. He's on the list."
"Oh, if it's not him, then who else … Oh right, Fang Zhao! I don't see Fang Zhao! "
"I really didn't see him."
"Didn't they say that Fang Zhao was the first one to be signed? At that time, our mentor was quite optimistic about Fang Zhao and said that Fang Zhao had the potential to make it into the top 10 in his rookie season. "
The students searched carefully but still could not find any trace of Fang Zhao.
What happened?
It's already the end of the season, and he still hasn't entered the arena?
It wasn't just the students from the same school. As childhood friends, Zeng Huang and the others were also anxious. They were extremely angry. Seeing Fang Sheng sitting comfortably in the top 10 and showing off, they felt suffocated. They wanted nothing more than to rush out and tell the world that Fang Sheng had stolen that song! Stolen from Fang Zhao!
But without evidence, they could be sued for defamation. The law was harsh on defamation, and Neon Culture would surely defend Fang Sheng. Offending Neon Culture was a bad thing for small fry like them.
"What did Big Zhao decide? Was he really going to enter? It's already the tenth. " Zeng Huang's fiancée, Wan Yue, was also Fang Zhao's childhood friend. She was also keeping an eye on Fang Zhao's movements. However, they waited day after day, but there was still no news.
As he spoke, Zeng Huang heard a crisp "ding" sound from his bracelet.
Both of their eyes lit up when they saw the message displayed on the screen. "He's here!"
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Fang Sheng was riding the crest of success. He hadn't had a good night's sleep since entering the rookie competition. He was nervous at the beginning, not knowing how he would fare. Now, he was excited.
Looking at the number of downloads on the screen, he saw his bank account flush with cash.
The download fee was one yuan per song. If there were no other contracts, the revenue split was 3: 2: 5. The composer got 30 percent, the singer got 20 percent, and the record label got 50 percent. Due to the emergence of virtual idols, the value of the composer rose and the value of the singer dropped. In terms of status, small-time singers couldn't compare to composers, so their share was naturally smaller.
For this season's new talent contest, Fang Sheng released all three songs he had stolen. The first three songs were insurance, all on this season. The company had agreed. So, according to the contract, the three songs had a total of 3 million downloads. Fang Sheng would get a million dollars for himself. If he did well in the future and signed a higher contract, his share would increase, and he would earn even more.
Because of the three songs, he had been lifted out of poverty. How long had it been?
Looking at the results of the three songs, Fang Sheng didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. On the contrary, he was glad he had chosen this method. The three songs were so f * cking worth it.
When he'd first entered the company, the employees who greeted the newcomers had been cold. Now, when they saw him, they all smiled. The change in attitude meant his status had risen. In the future, he would receive more resources at Neon Culture and work with better singers. The words "unlimited money" flashed through his mind every day.
As for Fang Zhao?
Fang Sheng chuckled. He turned on the screen on his bracelet and checked the chart. It hadn't changed much.
"There's no hope for Fang Zhao."
At that moment.
"Ding!"
A notification jingle rang.
Fang Sheng had set up a lot of notifications. The jingle might have been a text message for him, or it might have been something else he wanted to keep an eye on. But for some reason, when Fang Sheng heard the jingle, his heart tightened.
He checked the time. It was 8 a.m. sharp.
Eight a.m. was when new songs were uploaded to the platform and approved for release.
Fang Sheng was suddenly afraid to check the notification.
He took a few deep breaths and clicked on it. Maybe it's something else, Fang Sheng thought.
But when he clicked on the notification and saw the screen, Fang Sheng's face paled.
The screen showed the new song of the composer he was following on the New Artist Chart: "Hehe, My Dear." Singer: Bei Zhi. Composer: Fang Zhao. Produced by Silver Wing Media.
Composer: Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao.
He didn't pay attention to the title. The words "Fang Zhao" stung Fang Sheng's eyes, but he stared at the name for a minute as if torturing himself. Then, with a stiff finger, he clicked on the listen option. After that, Fang Sheng didn't step out of his room. Inside, it was dead silent.
When Fang Sheng was called to the company that afternoon, someone tried to get close to him, but Fang Sheng's face was like a ghost's. It was scary.
"What's gotten into him?" the staff discussed in private.
"I don't know. He did well in the new talent contest. All three of his songs made it into the top 100. One of them even made it into the top 10."
A Neon Culture employee glanced at the chart and said, "I was so scared I thought he'd lose his No. 10 spot. Isn't that a good bet?"
No one knew what Fang Sheng was feeling. Even though he didn't have much talent in composing, he knew how to listen. He could tell what songs would become popular and what wouldn't. After all, his tastes were the same as the general public's. Because of this, he knew what kind of changes Fang Zhao's song could bring. If Fang Zhao had been alone, it would have been fine. He wouldn't have been a threat. But behind Fang Zhao was Silver Wing Media, one of the Big Three.
As long as Silver Wing opened up the promotional channels reserved for newcomers, Fang Zhao would make a name for himself.
Twenty days wasn't a long time, but it wasn't short either.
How?
How could it be?
How could Fang Zhao produce that amount of time in just a few days?
He must have hidden it. That had to be it.
Fang Zhao had been guarding against him.
Fang Sheng recalled the look Fang Zhao had given him when he'd gone to the black street to move. Back then, Fang Sheng had sensed a murderous intent lurking in the depths of the sea. Now, the murderous intent had appeared, right in front of him.
It was June, and the temperature in Yanzhou was not low. But Fang Sheng felt cold all over, as if he'd been dragged out of an icehouse.
Silver Wing Media was one of Yanzhou's Big Three. Even though it had weakened in recent years, its promotional channels were still unmatched by many smaller companies. After a new song was uploaded, it was promoted through channels reserved for newcomers.
Qi 'an Academy of Music's internal chat platform.
"It's here! Silver Wing is promoting a new song by a newcomer. The composer is Fang Zhao. "
"Hurry up and download it. We're all in the same school. Let's do our best to support them."
"Brothers and sisters from the composition department, let's go support Brother Fang Zhao!"
"Already downloaded!"
"Already downloaded + 1!"
"Even though I'm a musical instrument major, I'll do my part too."
Many people didn't listen to the song, but they joined in with the crowd to support their new seniors. This wasn't exclusive to Fang Zhao. It was a privilege enjoyed by every batch of outstanding graduates.
There were also some who had no intention of supporting Fang Zhao. They didn't know Fang Zhao and were supporting other newcomers. But they couldn't help but be curious about Fang Zhao. What kind of work had this late entrant at the end of the season submitted?
If Silver Wing dared to let Fang Zhao in at this time and compete on the leaderboards, it couldn't have been some shoddy work. Otherwise, even if Fang Zhao wanted to, Silver Wing couldn't afford to lose face.
In a dormitory at a higher education institution in Qi 'an, a third-year student had no classes in the morning. He slept in and yawned. Then he got up and logged on the Internet to see what news there was today.
Out of habit, he opened a music app he often listened to, "Understand Your Music," and clicked on the automatically recommended songs for the day.
The recommendations were based on the style of music he liked to listen to in the past. If he heard a song he liked, he would bookmark it first. Only when he really liked it would he spend money to download it.
He put on his headphones and listened to music while browsing the day's messy entertainment news.
There wasn't anything interesting. The music he heard didn't leave much of an impression. It wasn't bad, but he didn't like it either. Maybe one or two songs weren't bad, but after listening to them, it was over and he wouldn't think about them anymore. After listening to all the recommended songs for the day, if you asked him what he thought of the songs he listened to, he wouldn't be able to say anything.
It had been like this many times in the past, so people who weren't in the music industry mostly listened to their own preferences. They listened to the songs they had downloaded from their collections and occasionally listened to the recommended songs, new or old, every day.
But just as he was yawning and casually browsing through the news, he suddenly heard a strange laughter, which turned his yawn into a sneeze. His body quivered, and even the sleepy one who hadn't left was scared out of his wits. He sat there in a daze, as if he was stunned.
After maintaining his posture for about 20 seconds, the student finally moved. He lifted his finger and flipped through the pages on the screen. He switched from the entertainment news to the music app and found the name of the song he was listening to.
When he saw the name of the song, the student's gaze paused.
"Hehe, dear? What kind of name is that … "
The student looked at the song on the list that had a unique style. He complained while his hands didn't stop moving. After listening to it once, he decisively clicked to listen again.
After listening to it again, he listened to it again.
He listened to it again.
He listened to it again …
"Ding!"
"You have reached the limit for today's listening." A notification popped up on the screen.
Reached the limit for today's listening?!
He had already listened to it five times?
So fast?!
He suddenly realized that he had listened to the song five times. He didn't do anything else but listen to the song. How could he listen to a song five times with full concentration!?
Download!
It was only one yuan. He felt that he could play this song on repeat for the entire afternoon, especially for the two extra hypnotic classes in the afternoon. Maybe he would be woken up by the "hehe" in his headphones when he was about to fall asleep.
After downloading it, the student rushed to the school's website to promote the song.
Handsome Guy's Song: "I was woken up by a song today! Go to the listening page through the portal below. "
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