amaotonovel Chapter 82 Is this what it feels like to be kept? It's so good!
Chapter 82 Is this what it feels like to be kept? It's so good!
The study door clicked softly, shutting out the heartwarming warmth of the living room and the impending storm from the outside world.
Lin Zhou leaned against the thick mahogany door, his body slowly sliding down the door frame, and finally slumped unceremoniously onto the expensive handmade carpet.
He raised his hand, his palm still seemingly retaining the cool touch of the Supreme Black Card, and... the scalding heat from Su Qingge's fingertips.
"call……"
Lin Zhou let out a long breath, clutching his chest, but the corners of his mouth uncontrollably turned up wildly, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"hey-hey……"
"This gigolo is really enjoying himself."
When he used to read novels, he always felt that those sons-in-law and gigolos lived miserable and undignified lives. But when it really happened to him, he realized that this wasn't just miserable; it was the pinnacle of life!
When you encounter difficulties, there is a woman who not only doesn't look down on you for being poor or incompetent, but also, without saying a word, puts all her wealth on the table and tells you, "Don't be afraid, I'll take care of you."
This feeling of being unconditionally trusted and firmly chosen is even more exhilarating than receiving a hundred million in cash directly from the system.
"Honey, since you're so willing to go to such lengths, wouldn't it be a shame if I didn't show some real skill? I'd be letting down this black card of yours!"
Lin Zhou's eyes sharpened, and his previous playful smile vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented sharpness and calmness.
He stood up from the floor, strode to the desk, pulled out the leather boss's chair that symbolized power, and sat down steadily.
"Smack."
With a light tap of his fingers, the top-of-the-line computer in front of him instantly lit up, its deep blue light illuminating his sharply defined profile.
"System, get to work."
Lin Zhou gave a low shout in his mind.
[Ding! The all-around assistance system is ready to be deployed at any time.]
"Help me find out who's behind this short-selling attack on Starry Sky Media. Also, what trump cards has Dynasty Entertainment prepared?"
Although Zhang Wei only gave a general overview over the phone, the business world is like a battlefield, and knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory. He needed the most accurate intelligence.
[Activating god-level hacking skills... Data intrusion in progress... Firewall breached... Data capture complete.]
In just three seconds.
On the computer screen, the original desktop wallpaper disappeared, replaced by a dense stream of data and several encrypted internal files.
Lin Zhou scanned the text quickly, his expression growing colder.
It really was that persistent Zhou Lixing.
This time, Dynasty Entertainment has really gone all out. Not only did they join forces with some shady overseas funds to short the stock price, but even more disgustingly, they set up a deadly trap in the media market.
On the right side of the screen is a folder named "Supernova Project".
Click to open.
Inside was a newly debuted male singer, with slicked-back hair and a pretty face, named "KUN". In order to promote him, Dynasty Entertainment spent a huge sum of money to buy the top spot on various music charts, and even bribed countless marketing accounts and music critics.
And KUN's title track is called "Loving You More Than Three Thousand Times".
Lin Zhou clicked on the preview.
"Boom boom boom... boom boom boom..."
Cheap synthesizer sound effects, illogical lyrics, and an "electric eel" vocal style that's impossible to understand without subtitles.
A typical industrial saccharin-filled, cheesy song.
The melody is catchy and the rhythm is upbeat, but it's utterly devoid of substance, and listening to it too much can even make you want to vomit.
But it is precisely this kind of garbage that, under the strong push of capital, has managed to dominate the top spot on the hot song chart.
What's even more disgusting is that the online trolls of Dynasty Entertainment are stirring up trouble across the entire internet:
"Who listens to Su Qingge's old songs anymore? They're all outdated!"
"Exactly, it sounds like something an old person would wear. It doesn't have the electronic music vibe of my KUN brother at all!"
"The Chinese music scene needs fresh blood. It's time for some of those queens who are occupying their positions without doing any work to step down!"
"I heard Starry Sky Media is about to go bankrupt? Serves them right! That's called survival of the fittest!"
These comments were like poisoned knives, precisely stabbing into the musical field that Su Qingge was most proud of.
They not only want to ruin her company, but also destroy her reputation and deny her artistic value.
This is like killing someone by destroying their spirit.
"Oh."
Lin Zhou took off his headphones and casually tossed them onto the table with a crisp "thud".
"this one?"
He stared at the posing KUN on the screen, his eyes full of disdain. "Using this industrial garbage to smear my wife? Zhou Lixing, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the word 'music'?"
Since you want to play music, you want to generate traffic, and you want to play with capital.
Then I'll play with you guys for a while.
Let me show you what true dimensional reduction attacks are!
"System, open the store and enter the [Earth's Golden Hits Library]."
Lin Zhou closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his mind.
A vast library of music unfolded before him in an instant, with countless classic melodies never before heard of in this world, twinkling like stars.
He needs a song.
A divine song that can command the stage, instantly wash away the greasiness of those catchy pop songs, perfectly match Su Qingge's ethereal voice, and deliver a decisive blow to solidify her unshakeable status as a diva.
Lin Zhou's gaze swept over the golden names one by one.
"Easily Hurt Woman"? No, too melodramatic, doesn't fit the current momentum of a counterattack.
"Red Bean"? Too sentimental, not direct enough to be impactful.
"Because of Love"? That's a chorus; what's needed now is her solo performance.
Sudden.
Lin Zhou's gaze settled on a name.
The song, from the very first note, is ethereal and deeply moving; the lyrics, once uttered, create a poetic atmosphere.
It doesn't need to scream or show off its skills; it only needs to stand there quietly and sing, and that's enough to make all the noise pale in comparison.
Its name is "Legend".
"This is it."
Lin Zhou suddenly opened his eyes and his fingers flew across the keyboard.
[Redeem successful! 2000 Happiness Points deducted!]
With the system's notification tone, the entire song's arrangement, score, and even the tracks for each instrument were clearly imprinted in Lin Zhou's mind.
He opened the professional music production software, his hands moving in blurs.
The sound of keyboard typing echoed in the quiet study, like a silent battle.
Ten minutes later.
An audio file named "legend.mp3" lay quietly on the desktop.
Lin Zhou spent a few more minutes using the system to synthesize a slightly distorted male voice that was indistinguishable from the original.
Everything is ready.
Instead of sending the email using his own email address, he registered an encrypted anonymous email address located overseas, whose IP address was absolutely untraceable, through the system.
Recipient: Lao Zhao, Music Director of Starry Sky Media.
Email subject: [A song that can save lives].
The main text consists of only one simple sentence:
"This song is for Su Qingge. It will be released online tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM."
Lin Zhou hesitated for a moment at the signature.
If we're going to go big, we need a resounding name.
He remembered being called "the genius of the Qilin" on the show before, and he also remembered that Su Qingge once said that a mysterious person had helped her seven years ago.
Lin Zhou's lips curled slightly as he typed two words on the keyboard:
Qilin.
Click to send.
Looking at the words "Sent successfully" displayed on the screen, Lin Zhou leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette that wasn't actually there (pretending to smoke), and took a deep breath.
"Zhou Lixing, don't you like promoting newcomers? Don't you like dominating the charts?"
"Tomorrow morning, I'll show you what your so-called traffic and capital are worth in the face of a true masterpiece..."
"It's just a pile of waste paper."
……
at the same time.
Starry Sky Media Headquarters, Top Floor Conference Room.
The lights were on, and the air was thick with smoke.
The company's senior executives were still at get off work, and dozens of people sat around a long table, their faces filled with anxiety and despair.
Music director Lao Zhao's hair was a complete mess from pulling it all over. He slammed his pen on the table, his voice hoarse:
"We can't fight! We simply can't fight!"
"KUN's data is so fake! But young people these days just buy into it! Our new song is like an old relic compared to them!"
"And..." Old Zhao covered his face in anguish, "The master tape of our hit song has been leaked. Releasing it now would be a joke. Without the song, how are we supposed to fight back?"
The conference room was deathly silent.
Everyone knows what this means.
Without new songs, there's no way to respond to criticism; without a response, the stock price will continue to fall; if the stock price falls below a certain level, the company will change hands.
This is a dead end.
Just then.
"bite--"
A crisp email notification tone suddenly rang out in the deathly silent conference room.
Old Zhao looked up at the projection screen impatiently.
That was his work email address. Usually, only at this time would those audacious submissions come in.
"Making trouble at a time like this!"
He opened his email while cursing, intending to delete it immediately.
However, when he saw the glaring title, "A Song That Can Save Lives," and the inexplicable signature, "Qilin," his fingers inexplicably stopped.
"Qilin? Who's that? Such a boastful tone!"
Old Zhao frowned, adopting a self-deprecating attitude of "since it's already like this, I might as well listen and see how bad it is," and clicked on the audio file.
next second.
A dreamlike, ethereal prelude, seemingly from the heavens, flowed out instantly, filling the entire conference room.