Chapter 1959

"Rain all night deep, the silent second hand, in the dark giving me a gentle resonance. Rain all night in bursts, the stopping second hand, happening like tidal waves, unafraid of cold rain and wind... stealing dreams and hiding, like a clumsy clock, my two hands empty..."

Inside the multi-functional playback hall that Future Culture spent over 600,000 to build, Jiang Yuyue sat in a large, comfortable sofa, listening to the song with her eyes closed.

Ma Xiaotong and manager Huang Jiamin sat on one side, very relaxed; clearly, this song, both in lyrics and composition, completely exceeded their expectations after being recorded.

This song had already broken the impression of conventional Cantonese songs, bringing people a refreshing feeling. Coupled with the arrangement, 'Old Xian'er' had put in a lot of effort, boldly adopting many imaginative elements and novel attempts, making the texture of this song even more unique.

Dou Xian'er and several 'leopards', as well as Sister Tian, Tu Honggang, the Sweet Song Queen, and Mao Ning were also in the playback hall.

What was surprising was that Huang Mingxuan and Da Kun were also there, but in front of a crowd of senior big shots, the two could only sit at the very back.

"Rain all night in bursts, the stopping second hand, extinguishing this street lamp, unafraid of cold rain and wind, stealing dreams and hiding, like a clumsy clock, my two hands empty..."

"Clap, clap, clap..."

The song ended, and enthusiastic applause rang out.

Sister Tian said in a loud voice, "This song is amazing, it sounds so good, it will definitely be a big hit."

Tu Honggang nodded along, "There is no problem with this song hitting the charts in Xiangjiang."

Huang Jiamin let out a long breath; originally, this song was supposed to be sent to hit the charts in Xiangjiang at the beginning of this month.

But Jiang Yuyue's Cantonese pronunciation was always lacking, and coupled with Dou Xian'er's repeated revisions of the arrangement, it led to the song only being completed now.

"I have already booked the flight for tomorrow; publicity starts the day after tomorrow, and hitting the charts starts on the first of next month."

Ma Xiaotong asked worriedly, "Can you make it back for the Yugong Music Festival on the 18th of next month?"

Huang Jiamin said, "The music festival is three days; we can definitely make it back on the last day."

"Okay!" Ma Xiaotong looked at Dou Xian'er, "Director Dou, thank you for your hard work. Next, let's start recording the songs in their hands too; we have to go to the troops for a comfort performance on July 1st, and time is also very tight."

"No problem." Dou Xian'er nodded, " 'Wanjiang' and 'Ruyuan', 'Jingzhong' have already been recorded; the other eight songs will be recorded before the music festival, no problem."

"That's good." Ma Xiaotong nodded and looked at Tu Honggang, "Old Tu's 'Farewell My Concubine' album should also be recorded."

"Mine is not urgent." Tu Honggang said, "Recording after the music festival ends is fine."

Jiang Yuyue stood up and walked out, "I'm going back first; this period of time has almost exhausted me."

Seeing Jiang Yuyue leave, the others also left, and finally, Ma Xiaotong, Huang Mingxuan, and Da Kun were left.

"Mingxuan, you ran into Zhou Dong while singing at the bar last night?"

"Yes!" Huang Mingxuan explained the situation, "Zhou Dong said that before finding a song suitable for Da Kun's voice, let him work behind the scenes first."

"Working behind the scenes, huh." Ma Xiaotong pondered for a moment, "Since the boss said so, try doing it first. As long as they are talented, our Future Culture will definitely not bury them."

"Thank you, President Ma, thank you, President Ma."

Da Kun stood up and bowed to thank her; he loved music, and now that he couldn't sing, working behind the scenes could also fulfill his wish.

"Let's leave it at that." Ma Xiaotong stood up, "Come over tomorrow to sign the contract."

"Okay!" Da Kun thanked her again and left with Huang Mingxuan.

Ma Xiaotong left the playback hall, and that guy Wan Peng popped out from somewhere.

"Auntie!"

Seeing it was Wan Peng, Ma Xiaotong's eyes widened, "Where did you run off to? I haven't seen you all day. Do you want me to call your uncle to give you a good lesson?"

"I've been sleeping in the dormitory." Wan Peng was very aggrieved, "I went to sing at the bar last night, from midnight to one o'clock, and quite a few guests invited me to drink. I couldn't offend any of them, and it was almost dawn when I got back."

"Oh!" Ma Xiaotong's expression returned to calm, "It's nothing; go do whatever you need to do."

"..."

Wan Peng looked speechlessly at Ma Xiaotong's departing back, and only when he saw her about to walk out of the courtyard did he get a jolt.

"Auntie!" Wan Peng chased after her, "Wait."

Ma Xiaotong stopped and asked suspiciously, "Something up?"

"Of course there is." Wan Peng scratched his head, "I heard Aunt Yuyue's song is finished; is it time to arrange for me to record my song next?"

"Don't ask me about this." Ma Xiaotong continued walking out, "Go ask your Uncle Dou; he arranges when your song is recorded."

"Where is he?" Wan Peng followed Ma Xiaotong closely, like a little tail.

"He just left." Ma Xiaotong said, "If he's not in the office, he's in the recording studio."

"I'll go find him."

Wan Peng turned and ran, first going to Dou Xian'er's office, but didn't see anyone, then went to the recording studio, and sure enough, he was there, and there were quite a few people.

"Uncle Dou!"

Hearing Wan Peng's voice, the expression on Dou Xian'er's face became somewhat helpless.

He had said many times not to call him Uncle Dou, but this guy agreed nicely but just wouldn't change it.

"My aunt's song is finished; is it time for us to record our songs?"

"That 'Persistence' of mine has been recorded for over half a year and still isn't finished; what are you rushing for?" Sister Tian slapped Wan Peng on the shoulder carelessly, "However, you're almost there too; it will all be recorded before participating in the Yugong Music Festival on the 18th."

"Then I can rest easy."

When Wan Peng got that 'Misplaced Time and Space', he was so excited he almost knelt down and kowtowed to Jiang Yuyue.

He really liked this song too much; for this period of time, he had been practicing with the sheet music every day.

Pepsi Headquarters!

Vicky sat in the large boss chair, her long legs wrapped in silk stockings crossed, and the high heels on her feet tapped lightly on the solid wood floor.

Sara stood in front of her, her expression very serious, "Previously, Coke had a scandal, and their reputation was severely damaged. This sudden announcement of a price cut is definitely to try to restore their image in the minds of consumers.

Besides that, their sales in the lower-tier markets are not ideal, and they can't hold on anymore; they can only cut prices, use low prices to snatch the market, and fight a price war with us and Future."

Coke's scandal caused a huge uproar; besides Zhang Zuo fueling the flames behind the scenes, Pepsi also didn't do less.

It can be said that Coke was so miserable, and even now the influence hasn't dissipated; half of it is Pepsi's credit.

Vicky sat up straight and looked at Sara, her capable assistant, "What do you intend to do?"

"Of course, follow up." Sara said firmly, "Future's price has always been two yuan, and there's also the 'Come for Another Bottle' giveaway, and the winning rate is very high. If it weren't for their high brand awareness, we wouldn't have been able to hold onto our existing share.

Therefore, we must follow up on this price cut, and we must also launch a 'Come for Another Bottle' activity."