Chapter 41: Made a Fortune!

Du Yue stared at the computer screen, taking a long time to snap out of it.

Xu Yao, Sun Jiaren, and Chu Yourong's new songs all went live at ten a. m.; it was now five p. m.

The three songs had only been live for seven hours, yet Chu Yourong's new song had staged a comeback, rising from an initial position of forty-something all the way to number one.

Rongshu Entertainment had spent a fortune promoting Xu Yao and Sun Jiaren—just on self-media influencers, they'd dumped three or four million, not counting the costs of buying platform recommendations and massive amounts of water armies.

All expenses combined, it must have reached six or seven million!

Two songs, with marketing costs alone of six or seven million—clearly, Rongshu Entertainment took this strike against Chu Yourong very seriously.

Because this was about face and establishing authority.

Rongshu Entertainment had planned to use this incident to show their artists and competitors that no one could thrive after leaving Rongshu Entertainment.

But the grand ambush had turned into a joke!

Chu Yourong, with no team promoting her and fighting alone, had seized the top spot on the New Song Chart! This novel is originally published on Tiantian Kan Xiaoshuo, with countless titles available at ttks. tw, offering you a reading experience with no errors and no disordered chapters.

This was the worst defeat Du Yue had suffered since entering the industry.

Knock knock knock.

The knocking interrupted Du Yue's thoughts; her assistant walked into the office: "Director Du, Director Yu has summoned you to the small meeting room."

"Understood."

Du Yue took a deep breath and stood up from her chair.

She didn't need to guess—President Yu Kai was surely boiling with rage, so on her way to the meeting room, she was already thinking of how to shift the blame.

When she arrived at the meeting room, as expected, President Yu Kai's face was grim.

"Director Du, you gave your word in the previous meeting—what do you have to say now?"

Yu Kai didn't waste words; once everyone arrived, he launched his attack.

"Director Yu, we've done everything we could on the marketing side, and the early results were excellent."

"Xu Yao and Sun Jiaren held the top two spots on the New Song Chart."

Du Yue first listed her "achievements," then immediately shifted blame: "I've reviewed everything—Xu Yao and Sun Jiaren lost to Chu Yourong purely because of the quality of their songs; their new tracks are vastly inferior to Chu Yourong's."

"No amount of marketing can make up for such a massive gap in content!"

Though Du Yue didn't name anyone, her words clearly dumped the blame on the Music Creation Department.

Large entertainment companies have their own creative teams, and these teams hold relatively high status within the company. Even though marketing is crucial in today's market, content remains the core.

High-quality content never goes out of style—it continues to benefit artists, whether in music or film and television.

Rongshu Entertainment separates its music and film/TV divisions; the director present in this meeting was Tang Junxiang, head of the Music Creation Department.

He is a renowned musician and composer who has written several widely popular songs, but now in his fifties, he's past his creative peak; working at Rongshu Entertainment is essentially his retirement security.

Seeing the fire turn toward him, Tang Junxiang remained calm. He sipped his personal chilled tea before saying: "I've listened to Chu Yourong's new song. The quality is excellent, the emotion is strong, listeners easily connect with it—it has the potential to become a massive hit. So, Xu Yao and Sun Jiaren losing isn't unfair."

"From my experience, songs like this come out maybe a few times a year at most. We just had bad luck—ran into a peak masterpiece from some creator."

"Creation is inherently unpredictable; no one can make precise forecasts."

Tang Junxiang's stance was clear: it's not that our Music Creation Department is weak—it's that the opponent is too strong, and our luck was bad, just running into a creator's peak masterpiece.

His explanation was reasonable, without deliberately shifting blame.

"Can we contact the author of that song?"

Before the meeting, Yu Kai had listened to "Tǐmiàn" several times—he knew this loss was primarily because Chu Yourong's new song had overwhelming product strength.

Even if someone else sang "Tiemian," a simple bit of marketing could make any random music blogger on Douyin turn it into a hit.

That's why "creation gods" are valuable—if a company has one who can consistently produce hits, the company can keep churning out artists who earn money for it.

So, now that defeat was inevitable, Yu Kai cared more about the creator behind "Tǐmiàn"—if they could lure that person to the company, this loss wouldn't matter at all.

"I've already sent him a private message; I'm sure a reply won't take long."

If you can't beat them, recruit them—Tang Junxiang understood this well. As soon as "Tǐmiàn" started gaining momentum, he'd already used connections to track down "Sixth Sense."

Unfortunately, no one in the industry knew who they were; he could only send a private message through the copyright website's backend.

"Good. Bring them in—let them name their terms."

Yu Kai nodded, approving Tang Junxiang's initiative in contacting the author of "Tǐmiàn."

Yujing Garden.

Seeing "Tǐmiàn" climb to number one on the New Song Chart, Chu Yourong jumped up from the sofa in excitement.

Though she'd always had confidence in "Tǐmiàn," facing off directly against Xu Yao and Sun Jiaren—with their powerful marketing teams—she hadn't known how it would end.

Especially during the first three hours after the song went live, waves of water armies flooded all her social media and the comments section of "Tǐmiàn," nearly breaking her.

Fortunately, "Tǐmiàn" proved itself, fighting its way out solely through organic sharing and recommendations.

The music blogger with the nickname "Nannan Ziyu" also played a significant role in this comeback; Chu Yourong had specifically sent them a private message to thank them.

Remember, while this blogger stood up for her, every other music blogger had taken money to smear her and "Tǐmiàn"!

Now, "Tǐmiàn" had finally broken through the darkness before dawn, embracing the light that rightfully belonged to it.

Overcome with excitement, Chu Yourong immediately called Zhang Xian—she had to share this good news with him first.

"'Tǐmiàn' is number one! Top of the New Song Chart!"

The call connected, and Chu Yourong shouted excitedly.

At that moment, Zhang Xian was fishing by the river.

After spending the whole afternoon fishing, he'd caught only a tiny fish, one finger long—he'd been feeling down, but hearing the good news on the phone, his gloom vanished instantly.

He was the lyricist and composer of "Tǐmiàn," so he already got royalties.

On top of that, Chu Yourong was a Lying Flat Assistant—her earnings meant Zhang Xian got a double share. This was clearly a case of killing two birds with one stone—how could he not be making a killing?