Chapter 188: The First Person to Reverse-Export to Japan and Korea

What is called social death?

This is called social death.

"Come on, classmate Zhou Yi, please give your acceptance speech."

The moment Zhou Yi closed the door, Sun Yanzi, bursting with laughter, leaped up from the sofa—

stepped over the sofa back blocking her, held her right fist out like a microphone to the man's mouth, and playfully raised her left hand to show the eye-catching theme on the internal promotional document.

"..."

Speechless, Zhou Yi glanced sideways at Zhou Jianhui, whose breathing exercises had improved tenfold, snatched the folder from the woman's hand without even looking at her.

"You know, Ah Yi, the Japanese always like to use relatively exaggerated wording in their promotions."

Zhou Jianhui coughed twice; beneath the reflection of his glasses, the corners of his mouth were also rising uncontrollably: "Warner Japan collected your information and discovered your advantages in looks and figure.

"Plus, some people in the Taiwan media previously exaggeratedly called you something like 'once in fifty years,' so the Japanese just polished it up a bit more."

"So, this polishing just doubled the fifty years? I also have the nicknames 'Little Emperor' or 'Yi Emperor'; why didn't they use those?"

Slapping away Sun Yanzi's left hand as she jumped up trying to snatch the folder back, Zhou Yi casually sat in a single armchair and shook the folder in his hand.

"Once in a hundred years isn't enough, huh? You want to go be an Emperor?" Sun Yanzi, grinning mischievously, rubbed the back of her hand, laughing so hard her mouth wouldn't close.

"Don't force me to buy you a Singaporean 'once-in-a-millennium beautiful woman' press release." Zhou Yi, flipping through the documents in his hand, sneered: "Even without any scandals, I could make up a whole string of scandals for you out of thin air."

"Come on, come on, who's afraid of whom? You buy, I'll buy too."

Sun Yanzi, having learned from the best, crossed her legs and swung them, smiling as she said: "I'll buy you a 'once-in-five-thousand-years' one—no, five thousand years is too long, I'll buy you a 'most handsome man in four thousand years' press release."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Shameless."

Zhou Yi, who couldn't stand seeing her so idle, turned to look at Zhou Jianhui, who was making coffee on his own: "Does she have nothing to do? Is the song recording finished? Are the promotional materials filmed? Why isn't she back in Taiwan preparing?"

"Lalala."

Making a funny face at him, Sun Yanzi hummed twice: "I record songs very fast, okay?"

"Is that so? I wonder who it was who cried while recording a song before, crying and saying they wanted to eat chocolate." Hearing this, Zhou Yi raised his gaze, stared at her for a few seconds, and then spoke a sentence that instantly pierced her psychological defense—

Aaaaaah!!!!

"How do you know about that?! Who ratted me out?!"

Now Sun Yanzi couldn't hold her face; she felt somewhat flustered and a bit frantic inside.

Previously, while recording the title track of her second album "I Want Happiness," she cried because the song was too hard to sing, she couldn't find the beat, and after recording for a long time without getting it right, she burst into tears, and after crying, she wanted to eat chocolate.

Since Zhou Yi was not in the Warner building at that time, Sun Yanzi had never told him about this dark history of hers.

She had even prepared to take this secret to her grave.

As a result, having it brought up unexpectedly by Zhou Yi, the sense of inexplicable shame was imaginable.

Now, just recalling the scene from back then made her so embarrassed her toes curled.

"Not everyone in this company is you and your team, okay?" Zhou Yi proudly raised an eyebrow.

Zhou Jianhui, unable to bear these two causing a scene in his office, tapped the table: "Alright, Ah Yi, get yourself ready; if the results are good, you might need to go to Japan for the promotion. I called you here to give you the promotional plan prepared by the Japanese side.

"And you, Yanzi, hurry up and film the promotional materials; there's only one month left until your new album release date."

After taking out a translated promotional document from the drawer and placing it on the desk, Zhou Jianhui summoned the aura of his position as General Manager.

Talking openly about slacking off in his office—what kind of propriety is that?

These two are getting bolder and bolder.

Now they dare to despise him, the General Manager; he doesn't even dare to imagine what they'll do in the future.

"Oh."

Sun Yanzi reluctantly responded, dragging her feet, made a funny face at the gloating Zhou Yi, and then darted out of the office.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing. Warner Japan asked me to ask you about the licensing rights for cover versions of your songs."

Watching Zhou Yi come over to take the documents, Zhou Jianhui said with a smile: "Your results in the Chinese-speaking region are too brilliant, plus with the precedent of Korea buying the cover rights to "Happy Worship" and "Have to Love" and them becoming hits, they now want to try whether your songs can fit the Japanese market."

"?"

Zhou Yi, still looking at the promotional plan, raised his gaze, his expression clearly showing some surprise: "Japan? Are you sure?"

To speak the truth, the level of the Japanese music scene is number one in Asia, whether in musical diversity or market size.

Last year, Korea requesting his songs was understandable; after all, the Korean music scene at this stage had already started to decline and seek transformation, plus the market is small, so being cautious is normal.

But... Japan?

Instinctively, he thought of "The Original Dream" he wrote for Angela Chang: "The Original Dream?"

"What? No, no, what Warner Japan wants you to authorize are "Stubborn," "The Wind Rises," and "Those Years," these three songs. Of course, just like when you wrote songs for Elva Hsiao and Angela Chang, after the Japanese version is released, you, as the composer, can also get sales royalties."

As an international large corporation, this form of authorization between branches is extremely common, and it is also one of the advantages of an international company—

Ordinary musicians wanting to cover a song might not even be able to contact Zhou Yi, but Warner Japan can easily contact him through the internal network.

"Additionally, last year, the groups that covered your "Happy Worship" and "Have to Love" became quite popular; "My Microphone" could also be called a small hit.

"Plus, the song "Love's Main Song" you wrote for Elva Hsiao actually, for the first time, charted in Korea, and the sales were also very good.

"SM Company's position is whether you have any similar songs on hand? They are willing to pay you to write them. Or if you are willing to learn Korean, you can write both lyrics and music directly; they are all willing to accept them, and even other companies are willing to join the competition."

Zhou Jianhui, talking about this matter, had a face that was almost splitting with a smile.

Before, it was always him buying songs for Zheng Xiuwen, the number one star of Warner, so he frequently contacted the Korean side, buying a hit song as soon as one came out.

Now, the situation has reversed; even the Japanese market is impatiently coming over to throw money to buy songs, not being stingy and haggling like last year; this year, as long as Zhou Yi nods, it can be sold.

This feeling is truly damn satisfying!

He is about to become the President of Greater China; if this trend continues, if Zhou Yi can even conquer the Japanese market, then his promotion to President of Asia would truly not be a dream.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jianhui's heart felt exceptionally hot.

(End of Chapter)