Chapter 361: Even Chen Long Cried from Anger

"8 Mile," a music-themed commercial film produced by Universal Pictures, is also American hip-hop god Eminem's directorial debut, with a reported production cost of 41 million US dollars.

Universal placed extremely high importance on this film.

This makes it easy to understand why Eminem would do such a thing, even releasing the theme song "Lose Yourself."

"What do you want to do? You wouldn't fly to America right now to fight him and stir up heat, would you?" Qian Jiang looked extremely vigilant.

Although this sounds a bit nonsensical, better safe than sorry; in Qian Jiang's view, Zhou Yi's train of thought is indeed sometimes different from ordinary people.

"If I go find him to fight now, wouldn't that be giving him heat for free?"

Zhou Yi curled his lip: "What I mean is you can make something out of Eminem."

"For example?"

"How did I beat Eminem in America?"

Qian Jiang frowned slightly: "Fans?"

"Correct."

Zhou Yi snapped his fingers, smiled, and crossed his legs: "Since he wants to use me in America to stir up heat, isn't it not excessive for me to use him to stir up heat domestically?"

"There aren't many listeners domestically who have heard Eminem's songs; even in Hong Kong, your fans at most only know this person because of the previous dispute."

"No need for that, it's too troublesome; you just need to emphasize that he is an American, a music god of the American music scene, and also my defeated rival on the Billboard charts, and now he is actively dissing me to steal heat while I am back in the country and not in America."

Zhou Yi, smiling, emphasized the three key points: "American," "American God," and "Defeated Rival."

"Your meaning is... discrimination?"

Qian Jiang blinked and subconsciously swallowed his saliva—caused by nervousness.

"No, no, no, we cannot say it outright; we just need to steer things in that direction."

Zhou Yi raised his right index finger and shook it: "Last time when I fought Eminem in America, domestic fans had the heart but lacked the strength because they couldn't help me much. So although they felt proud after I won in the American music scene, they still lacked a bit of a sense of participation to some extent.

"But this time is different; I am now in the country, they can exert effort, and they will believe from the bottom of their hearts that they can help me..."

Simply put, it is using Eminem's overseas diss and hype behavior to wrap his campaign to dominate Hong Kong radio stations in a cloak that allows fans, passersby, and even rival fans to feel "united in hatred."

"Defeated rival Eminem, even after losing to me, still refuses to admit defeat; now he jumps out again to mock me, saying I can't even dominate a Hong Kong radio station, implying my radio results in America must be fake, that Warner Asia President Zhou Jianhui was so angry he cried, and swore to make my album songs dominate Hong Kong radio..."

As Zhou Yi spoke eloquently, Qian Jiang's eyes gradually widened, his mouth opened slightly, listening to something so absurd it was off the charts—

Yet it unexpectedly stirred up emotions.

This marketing game can be played like this...

"But Eminem never said these things; if it gets exposed..."

"Whether he said it or not is none of my business; anyway, if informed sources, rumors, and foreign friends say he said it, then he said it."

Zhou Yi curled his lip, unrighteous but bold: "I am also a victim of rumors."

As for the future?

The future is for that group of unreliable domestic news practitioners and marketing accounts to take the blame—what people who study journalism do; what does it have to do with me, Zhou Yi?

I study law.

If they spread more rumors, lawyer's warning letters.

"Hiss..."

Qian Jiang, who could find no fault for a moment, contributed to global warming; if it were possible, he would pry open Zhou Yi's brain to see if he could find more marketing ideas—

"It's really a waste of talent that you didn't study journalism or marketing, A-Yi."

"Don't mock me; I am still just a child who just entered society."

"Get lost."

Qian Jiang laughed and scolded: "Your plan is indeed good; if it succeeds, those who might help you with the chart rankings won't just be your fans. However, if we want to expand the influence, I think just Zhou Jianhui crying from anger won't work; his influence isn't enough."

Although Zhou Jianhui has a huge reputation in the industry, the general public really has no concept of him; at most, they know he is a Warner executive and Zhou Yi's mentor.

"My suggestion is to find Chen Long; he is famous worldwide, has status in the world, can stand on equal footing with Eminem, and is a household name in Hong Kong. Moreover, his new movie 'The Tuxedo' has recently been quite heartbreaking due to dismal box office results."

After pondering for a moment, Qian Jiang gave his opinion.

Zhou Jianhui crying from anger has little impact; many people might still have to ask who Zhou Jianhui is;

But if even Chen Long cried from anger, then the problem becomes huge—

People who don't understand the situation will see the news and think: even a tough guy like Chen Long was so angry by Eminem's diss remarks that he cried; how aggrieved must Zhou Yi, who said nothing, feel in his heart?

Shouldn't we help Zhou Yi save face properly?

American native Zhou Yi fans could fight back for Zhou Yi when Eminem was cursing, letting Zhou Yi win so thoroughly in America; how can our domestic fans be worse than American fans?

How can this be allowed?!

Dominate the charts! Must dominate the charts!

……………………………………

"Something happened! Something happened! That American who was beaten into running for cover by Zhou Yi a few months ago is cursing Zhou Yi again! Questioning that his American results were faked because he can't even dominate one Hong Kong radio station.

"The words were very harsh; it is said that Chen Long, who was promoting his movie in America, cried from anger after hearing it!"

On the afternoon of the 21st, an unverified rumor appeared on the Hong Kong internet—subsequently, due to involving the two international superstars Zhou Yi and Chen Long, it spread rapidly, gradually showing a trend of expanding to the mainland, Taiwan, and Macau.

Warner did not choose to push this news simultaneously across the two shores and three regions; such a simultaneous explosion would look too fake. Instead, they used Hong Kong as the main base, let time ferment, and spread the news outward through the speed of internet transmission.

"Is it true or false?"

"Of course it's true; look at the announcement from Warner yourself; Warner Records publicly expressed condemnation of that Eminem's diss behavior."

"Damn! Warner actually has an announcement condemning that Eminem as unworthy of being a singer?! But it didn't write what this American cursed."

"Nonsense, would Warner write down the words cursing Zhou Yi?"

"..."

On the morning of the 22nd, after Warner Records headquarters officially posted an announcement condemning Eminem, this announcement was translated and posted on the Chinese internet, and the credibility of the matter immediately increased to eighty or ninety percent!

Especially since the re-poster also casually included a few photos of Chen Long looking solemn in America—he really looked like he was extremely angry.

People swarmed to ask Zhou Yi and Chen Long whether this was true or false, but Chen Long was currently in the United States, and very few Hong Kong reporters could reach him;

As for Zhou Yi, he knew nothing about anything, focusing entirely on being considerate to fans—

"I am not clear on the specific situation. It might be that Eminem is still resentful about losing to me in the United States. There are many rumors circulating in the market; please keep your eyes open and distinguish carefully, and do not be led by the nose by those with ulterior motives..."

On the 23rd, after two days of maneuvering and fanning the flames, Xincheng Radio, which always loved chasing hot topics, began to put on a show by broadcasting the messages left by Zhou Yi's fans as they frantically requested his songs—

"Go Zhou Yi, charge, charge, charge! You are the best!"

"Zhou Yi, we will all support you! That American mocked you, so just slap his face until it swells!"

"Big Brother Chen Long was so angry he cried, yet you haven't cried yet. You really have something on your mind, don't hold it in; my heart aches..."

"Dominate the radio! Dominate the radio! Let Zhou Yi's American fans see, let those Americans see that our support for Zhou Yi is no less!"

"..."

The already explosive data for Zhou Yi's various songs, triggered by this hot topic, caught major record companies and singers completely off guard—

They were dumbfounded.

"Wait... what strategy is Warner using again???"

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(End of Chapter)