DreamersGN Chapter 83 Company in Trouble? Diva's New Song Maliciously Targeted by Rival
Chapter 83 Company in Trouble? Diva's New Song Maliciously Targeted by Rival
Starry Sky Media Headquarters, Top Floor Conference Room.
It was already 2 a.m.
But this room, which symbolizes the company's top decision-making level, was brightly lit, as bright as day.
The air was thick with an almost overwhelming smell of tobacco, mixed with the acrid smell of sweat and expired coffee, making it hard to open one's eyes.
"Cough cough cough!"
General Counsel Zhang Wei waved his hand abruptly, trying to disperse the cloud of secondhand smoke in front of him, his face as black as if he had just returned from mining coal.
"Stop smoking! If you keep smoking, our lungs will explode before we even go bankrupt!"
He slammed the folder he was holding onto the mahogany conference table with a loud bang, which made everyone present shudder.
"Is the focus now on catching the mole? The focus now is on cutting losses!"
Zhang Wei pointed at the dismal green stock price chart on the projector, spitting as he spoke:
"Look at this stock price! It's hit the daily limit down! If it's still like this when it opens tomorrow, investors will withdraw their funds!"
Sitting opposite him was Lao Zhao, the company's music director.
This chubby old man, who was always smiling and cheerful to everyone, looked as if he had aged ten years overnight.
His hair was a mess, his eye bags drooped to the corners of his mouth, and he was still clutching the half-smoked cigarette tightly in his hand, his fingers smeared yellow from the smoke.
"Stop the loss? How do I do that?"
Old Zhao's voice was hoarse, as if he had a handful of sand in his mouth, filled with despair and helplessness:
"The master tape of the title track 'The Wind Rises,' which was originally scheduled to be released tomorrow, was leaked two hours ago."
"The whole internet is talking about that unfinished product with only the instrumental track."
"What's even more disgusting is that Dynasty Entertainment bought press releases claiming that our arrangement plagiarized that electric eel KUN's!"
"Releasing a song now is suicide, not releasing a song is waiting to die. Tell me, how do we cut our losses?"
The conference room fell into a deathly silence.
All the executives lowered their heads, not daring to look at the man in the main seat with a somber expression—Mr. Li, the CEO of Starry Sky Media.
Mr. Li rubbed his throbbing temples and turned his gaze to Lisa, the public relations manager.
"What about public opinion?"
Lisa, a capable woman with short hair, looked exhausted and helpless at that moment.
She projected her tablet screen onto the large screen, pointing to the densely packed comment section:
"The situation... is terrible."
"Royal Dynasty Entertainment has really gone all out this time, hiring at least 100,000 online trolls."
On the screen, the vicious comments were like sharp knives, piercing the eyes of everyone present.
"Su Qingge is finished already? I told you she was just a manufactured persona."
"What diva? I think she's just a washed-up old lady. She should go home and take care of her kids!"
"Listen to KUN's new song, that's real style! Nobody listens to Su Qingge's outdated love songs anymore!"
"Boycott Starry Sky Media! Plagiarists, get out!"
"Besides online trolls, there's this too."
Lisa swiped the screen and opened a Weibo post.
Posted by: Royal Dynasty Entertainment - Zhou Lixing
The accompanying photo is of him wearing headphones and looking completely absorbed in a recording studio, with the so-called supernova "KUN" in the background.
The copy is only one line long, yet it's incredibly arrogant:
"The era of Su Qingge has passed. The future belongs to the young. @StarrySkyMedia, are you ready to hand over the baton?"
provocative.
A blatant provocation.
This is like rubbing the sole of a shoe directly onto Starry Sky Media's face.
"Bang!"
Old Zhao could no longer hold back; he slammed his fist on the table, his eyes red-rimmed.
"This is outrageous! What kind of rubbish was that KUN singing? It was all electronic music and autotune; he couldn't even speak properly without the sound engineer!"
"This kind of industrial waste doesn't deserve to be called music? It doesn't deserve to rise to fame by stepping on amateur songs?"
"But the market buys into that."
Zhang Wei sighed, his tone melancholic, "Kids these days just love this kind of 'boom boom' music; we can't argue with that."
"We can't give up!"
Old Zhao suddenly stood up, like an old lion cornered in a corner, "As long as we have one good song! As long as we have one hit song that can command the audience! Qingge can turn the tables!"
"But...where can we find it?"
A weak voice rang out from the corner.
"Of the songs we collected for selection, the slightly better ones have all been picked. The rest... are not even as good as pop songs."
"The top songwriters right now have either been poached by Dynasty Entertainment or are still observing the market. Nobody dares to take our orders at this time."
These words were like a bucket of ice water, completely extinguishing the spark of fire in Old Zhao's eyes.
He slumped back into his chair, looking as if his spine had been removed.
Yes.
No song.
Make bricks without straw.
No matter how good Su Qingge's voice is, without good works to support it, it's just a castle in the air.
"or……"
Mr. Li, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, his voice hoarse:
"Let's issue a notice."
"Just say... due to technical reasons, the release of the new song has been postponed."
Release postponed.
The moment those four words were uttered, everyone present understood what they meant.
That's admitting defeat.
This is what it means to raise a white flag and surrender.
This is tantamount to admitting that Su Qingge is indeed no longer capable, and that Starry Sky Media is no match for Dynasty Entertainment.
As soon as this announcement is released, the stock price will definitely plummet tomorrow, and Su Qingge's pedestal as a diva will completely collapse.
"Does it really have to come to this?"
Old Zhao closed his eyes in pain, and two streams of tears flowed down his wrinkled cheeks.
He is not reconciled!
He has dedicated half his life to music, made Su Qingge a star, and built Starry Sky Media into one of the top three in the industry.
Is today going to be ruined by a bunch of clowns who play with capital and traffic?
The conference room was filled with an atmosphere of "despair".
Some people are sighing, some are wiping away tears, and some have already started secretly sending out resumes on their phones to find new jobs.
Even the night outside the window seemed exceptionally heavy, making it hard to breathe.
Just when all hope was lost and he was about to make his final judgment.
"bite--"
A crisp, abrupt computer notification sound, like a sharp whistle, instantly pierced the deathly silence.
The sound wasn't loud, but in this environment where you could hear a pin drop, it sounded particularly jarring.
Old Zhao was startled and instinctively opened his eyes to look at the laptop connected to the large screen.
That was the notification sound from his work email.
Normally at this time, apart from spam emails, no one would send anything.
"Who is it? In the middle of the night..."
Old Zhao straightened up, grumbling and cursing, his face full of annoyance and impatience. "Coming to cause trouble at a time like this? Don't you know I'm already annoyed?"
He grabbed the mouse, instinctively trying to close the pop-up.
however.
When his gaze swept over the email subject, his fingers seemed to be glued to the ground, frozen in mid-air.
[Topic: A Song That Can Save Lives]
Very arrogant.
Very cringeworthy.
It's just like the kind of manuscript submitted by a clueless newbie who doesn't know the immensity of the industry.
But in this desperate night, those words were like a lifeline, inexplicably hooking onto Old Zhao's already dead heart.
He lowered his gaze to the sender field.
It has no name.
There was only one simple code name, carrying a touch of antiquity and mystery—
【Qilin】.
"A Qilin?"
Old Zhao frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his cloudy old eyes.
This name... why does it sound so familiar?
But at this moment, he couldn't afford to think about it anymore.
It's already the worst possible outcome; how much worse can it get?
"Ah, a life-saving song?"
Old Zhao gave a self-deprecating bitter laugh and shook his head. "Fine, then let me hear what you're going to do to save my life."
With a resolute and self-destructive attitude, as if he were about to write his resignation letter after listening to this, he moved the mouse and gently clicked on the audio file in the attachment.
"Click".
The play button was pressed.
next second.
A melodious, ethereal prelude, seemingly rising from the clouds, flowed slowly from the conference room's top-of-the-line sound system.