Chapter 258: The Fate Of Offending A Scholar
Among the old folks in the Music Association, Ye Shengyu is the most fashionable one and also the one who likes surfing the web the most.
When commenting on Yu Wei’s song before, he was always the first to participate. At the Music Awards Ceremony on-site, he was also the most flamboyantly dressed veteran artist.
This time was no exception. Ye Shengyu noticed the two new songs on the Trending Search right away.
“Singing and Smiling,” this song with its cheerful melody and positive meaning is very suitable for spreading among the youth group.
For the association, it can be fully presented in children’s specials or popular music concerts, and it can also be encouraged to be widely sung in art training and campus literary performances, making it part of aesthetic education.
Even in various condolence performances, this song can still convey friendship with its pure singing, bringing joy and encouragement to the grassroots masses.
Whether in terms of artistic inheritance or application, this song has high quality and is very suitable for promotion by the association.
“Tomorrow Will Be Better” is equally important to them. This song has even greater significance and can be arranged for many grand occasions.
Celebrating anniversaries, charity fundraisers, welcoming the new year—all are very suitable for using this song as the finale to demonstrate the music industry’s social care and sense of responsibility for the times.
Even its core of peace can be used in commemorative activities with international vision to express beautiful wishes for peace and development.
After listening to these two songs, Ye Shengyu only wanted to thank nature’s gift. With these two songs, the association’s work focus for the next two years was set.
They weren’t greedy for pop songs at all, but these two works could truly drive the development of the music industry. Hesitating for a second would mean they didn’t know a good thing when they saw it.
“Little Yu, are you selling these two songs of yours?”
“No sale.”
Yu Wei only cooperates and doesn’t sell songs. Even songs selected in competitions aren’t bought out; they’re all production-style profit sharing.
Although you can’t get fat in one bite, he has considerable right to speak. These days, who knows what a thing will become in others’ hands? Under the premise of not lacking money, there’s really no need to go all-in.
Just treat it as a steady trickle. Yu Wei likes to play it safe.
Ye Shengyu also understood Yu Wei’s concerns. Buying out would make it easier for the association to operate, but the difference wasn’t big anyway. After all, Yu Wei was also a member; he was just asking casually.
But if it’s cooperation, then Yu Wei has to be brought along too.
Yu Wei was of course willing to talk about cooperating. Treating these two songs as ordinary pop music really wasn’t appropriate; professional matters should be handled by professionals.
While the two were chatting about the songs, Qi Luo An didn’t even dare to breathe loudly beside them. Great Uncle was a big mouth; if he knew, the whole family would know.
After finishing talking about work, Ye Shengyu naturally steered the topic to Qi Luo An. People are gossipy, and old folks are no exception.
“An An can’t provide much help in your career, but don’t you bully her, or I’ll hold you accountable.”
Hearing this, Qi Luo An felt warmth in her heart. Great Uncle was still the best to her; her parents definitely couldn’t say something like that.
Words of gold and jade.
Yu Wei was looking for a girlfriend, not a business partner. What did career have to do with it? Besides, although Qi Luo An was now a female university student, she couldn’t really be treated as one.
The boost she gave him was far stronger than any Heavenly Queen or film queen.
“But don’t let her bully you either. A man has to be tough. Get my meaning?”
How did he flip faces like that, Old Deng? Qi Luo An looked at the phone somewhat speechlessly. Elbowing outward, huh? Praised too early; just teaching useless stuff.
Yu Wei smiled and said nothing. You can’t learn from people teaching you, but you’ll learn immediately from events teaching you. He did need to be tough; be tough a few more times and she’d behave.
“Let’s communicate the cooperation details after we finish our meeting.”
Ye Shengyu was just expressing personal cooperation intention tonight. How to specifically proceed would still require a few association meetings to decide.
After the call ended, Yu Wei’s hair was dry. Qi Luo An’s wild thoughts had mostly dissipated too. Could only say the call came at the perfect time.
Then Qi Luo An also took a simple shower. Inside, she was terrified, afraid the other party would suddenly barge in, but there was also a faint trace of expectation.
But until she finished showering, she heard no sound. When she blew dry her hair and went out, Yu Wei was intensely writing, not even noticing her coming out.
Fine, flirting to a blind person.
To say Yu Wei completely didn’t care was of course impossible. While writing, he thought plenty about classic anime lines.
Hearing the shower water sounds could make him down three bowls of rice.
Yu Wei’s home lacked nothing except rooms. He casually freed up one for living, and Qi Luo An muddled through sleeping one night. The next day, she was woken by Yu Wei.
This was completely different from the overnight stay she imagined. Where was the ambiguousness, the night raid, the cuddling to sleep?
“What are you zoning out for? Time to go to work.”
There had been some slack in practice singing the past few days; the remaining days needed to speed up. Couldn’t really embarrass himself on stage.
Qi Luo An reluctantly rolled out of bed. Thinking random thoughts all night meant she hadn’t slept well at all. The only proof of her visit was the dark circles under her eyes.
Although last night was utterly ordinary, for them, there was also a not-small good news: Fei Hong’s votes had caught up.
Despite Zhou Mumu’s fans exhausting every trick to vote-manipulate for the AI opponent, they still couldn’t withstand the momentum. This time, Fei Hong didn’t even need any tricks; the vast gossip party were all his allies.
These days, there weren’t many stars who could dive in and stir things up like this. Fei Hong’s Masked Guest Performance had sparked netizen discussion across the web. This unmasking plus new antics drew plenty to watch.
The results of Zhou Mumu fans marketing “The Answer” finally took effect, but standing on their opposite side.
Everyone really liked this song. Now male singers were having trouble advancing; they had to step in and help out, right?
After hearing about this, Zhou Mumu’s fans nearly died of anger. They promoted the new song for Mu Mu everywhere, so how did the results get stolen by this guy?
Things had come to this; they were helpless too and could only let Fei Hong complete the overtake before the final deadline. The grudge between both sides was piling up deeper.
The subsequent development was even more unexpected for Yu Wei. After successfully advancing, Fei Hong directly selected the song “Encounter” from the opposite side.
This song was stronger than ordinary internet celebrity songs in both quality and standard, so selecting it was only natural. More importantly, this song held some commemorative significance for them.
Although not tailor-made as said online, it could serve as a witness to the storm, so selecting this song was beyond reproach.
Then Yu Wei saw such remarks in Zhou Mumu’s Super Topic.
“If Fei Hong is a man, he’ll give this song to Mu Mu as an apology!”
Taking it all without shame—how can people be this shameless? Yesterday they nearly cursed Fei Hong till his mom wouldn’t recognize him, and their evaluation of this song was trash too.
Then turning around to say this kind of thing—who knows how their brains are wired? Pure self-interest, huh?
They’d been double-standarded to death by them.
After the second round of “Top Streamer” competition ended, there was the usual rest period. Taking advantage of this gap, Yu Wei wrote the script for “Myth” into it.
Protagonist Wei Yu hadn’t made a movie in quite a while; comprehensive development couldn’t be neglected.
No need to shoot the film version of “Myth.” Mainly to pave the way for the song a few days later, and by the way, snag the TV drama version with the same name.
Once the new chapter was released, the new script indeed sparked no small discussion. Here he goes again, painting pies again.
The first two movies hadn’t even shown a hair, and now another one—who knows when we’ll see it.
The film version’s plot would actually feel pretty clichéd now. Writing it out directly was no problem; after all, this movie’s selling point wasn’t the plot, but the spectacle and action scenes.
Back then, Dragon Bro wasn’t yet the box office poison of later years. His star power itself was a selling point. Shooting this movie now, probably not many would buy it.
So Yu Wei wasn’t afraid of spoilers, retelling the plot as detailed as possible. The more detailed, the deeper the readers’ resonance with the song.
After “watching” the full movie in the novel, everyone felt it was pretty interesting. There were plenty of romance films about ancients falling in love, but this kind of millennium-long regret was indeed rare.
Clichéd yet full of clever little thoughts—new bottle old wine. What flavors hadn’t Yu Wei’s readers tasted?
This plot at least had more logic than Yu Wei’s entertainment novel.
Some even said he might as well switch to writing historical novels—that would really harm him. Writing historical novels still needs some substance; if he had that level, why would he be a failure?
But with more readers, overinterpretation began. A reader named “Drinking Spring Breeze with Sunset Glow” said that Yu Wei writing this script at this juncture clearly had deep meaning!
“In the movie ‘Myth,’ Meng Yi and Yu Shu’s tragic love stems from powerful external fate. As a general, Meng Yi’s duty was to escort Princess Yu Shu to marry Qin Shi Huang, dooming their relationship to incompleteness.”
“This kind of fate—isn’t it just like celebrity romances? Those involuntary commercial contracts, the single persona promises under fan economy, or public opinion pressure from all sides deeming them mismatched.”
“I strongly suspect that in this story, Yu Wei is ostensibly writing a script, but actually satirizing the meddlers in Fei Hong and Zhou Mumu’s romance.”
“The leads’ love transcends time, yet lacks a realistic foundation, unable to truly land—just like celebrity romances, placed under the spotlight by fans and public opinion for suspended scrutiny, ultimately withering due to lack of real-world soil.”
These comments gained quite a few readers’ agreement. Seemed like it could make sense. They didn’t know the plot, but they knew Yu Wei, right?
This kid held grudges, and not ordinary ones.
Readers grill him a bit, and on the program he’d grill back. Zhou Mumu’s fans jumped too much this time, clearly displeasing Yu Wei.
So he turned sorrow and anger into inspiration to write this script. Then invite Fei Hong and Zhou Mumu to play the leads—wouldn’t the fans die of anger?
Open scheme. Could only say, never offend a reader. If he really writes a book to curse you.
Even emperors who offend readers get cursed for hundreds or thousands of years. Could they withstand Yu Wei’s move?
Not only arranging in the book, but possibly watching their own artist get lovey-dovey with the opponent in a movie.
How is Yu Wei so mean? Bitten once by the fan circle and he chases to beat them to death, specifically poking their soft spots.
Now they had to watch.
After rehearsal, Yu Wei was startled by the discussions in the novel’s chapter reviews. No way, this much interpretation?
He was this scheming and didn’t even know it himself?
Believing that was less believable than him being Qin Shi Huang.
Crucially, once the news spread, some really believed it—even Zhou Mumu’s fans believed it. The Super Topic was full of complaints, even quite a few pleading posts.
“Please, Mu Mu, don’t act in this film. No matter how good the script, don’t go.”
Watching their Mu Mu romance Fei Hong on the big screen—that was too despairing.
They’d rather poke out their own eyes and deafen their own ears.
