Chapter 423: Zhou Yi, the lyrics you wrote are too hard to memorize

Although his mouth was still stubborn, Sun Yanzi herself was clearly a case of "mouth says no, body says yes," as she immediately called Chen Ze Shan, leaving the latter, who was busy coordinating mobile filming arrangements, utterly bewildered.

The moment he heard the reason, he nearly plunged into the abyss of despair.

Fortunately, Sun Yanzi, who was prone to leaving people hanging, finally clarified the whole story after Chen Ze Shan's repeated questioning, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, rumors and actual cohabitation are two completely different matters for an artist at the peak of their career.

But how did Zhou Yi unknowingly become a landlord?

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

Warner Building, conference room.

Having finished the meeting, Qian Jiang, facing Chen Ze Shan's curiosity, shrugged and stated he knew nothing: "I don't interfere with artists' private lives. As long as Zhou Yi doesn't break the law, he can do whatever he wants. I'm just an agent."

Chen Ze Shan: "..."

He felt this brat was hinting at him in a sarcastic way, but he had no evidence.

He admitted his management scope over artists was indeed a bit broad, but wasn't that expected? Not every artist could be as worry-free as Zhou Yi—oh, Zhou Yi wasn't worry-free either; he was merely good at results plus having a big heart.

"Move if you want, it doesn't matter. The company can afford it anyway; no matter how expensive, it's just rent."

Zhou Jianhui, having finished the meeting, watched the other executives leave, then turned to look at the two: "Qian Jiang, remember to notify Ah Yi about the Grammys. For now, both of you put aside your current tasks and pay attention to company matters.

"I'm flying to the US to handle Ah Yi's public relations full-time."

The nomination list for the 45th Grammy Awards was about to be announced, and people from these big companies had long known the specifics ahead of the media and the public.

The reason Zhou Jianhui had to fly to the US personally was that Zhou Yi's Chinese citizenship was too special for the stubborn old fossils at the Grammys; for Warner to win, they could only conduct targeted public relations.

"No problem." Qian Jiang nodded decisively.

Feeling his power had been eroded by Qian Jiang without him noticing, Chen Ze Shan was displeased but had no choice; the "Queen's Palace" he had proposed to build had already failed with the setbacks of Na Ying and Zhang Huimei, so he could only hold his nose and endure.

If not for Sun Yanzi's dazzling results, he might have had to take the blame himself.

He could clearly feel Qian Jiang was already using Zhou Yi's influence to encroach on his sphere of power within the company, but since Qian Jiang hadn't gone too far yet, having only signed a mainland girl named Zhang Jingying for training, he simply pretended not to see it and continued to cultivate his Queen's Palace.

As for Deng Shiyin, whom Qian Jiang was still trying hard to sign into the company...

Although Chen Ze Shan could see the girl's potential, her age was simply too young.

Zhang Jingying and Deng Shiyin, two young people with the character "Ying" in their names, were each younger than the other; Deng Shiyin could even be called a child who hadn't yet lost her childishness. For Qian Jiang to rely on these two children who still needed to attend training classes to overthrow him and successfully rise to power was nothing short of a pipe dream!

As long as Zhang Huimei and Na Ying had good results this year and established the "Queen's Palace" brand, everything would be fine!

If all else fails, I'll dig up other queens...

After Zhou Jianhui left, the two, each with different thoughts, exchanged a glance, then left the conference room chatting and laughing like brothers.

Beijing time, the evening of January 6, while Zhou Yi was still helping Sun Yanzi move the last batch, a call from Qian Jiang made Sun Yanzi perk up her ears instantly—

"Ah Yi, you've been nominated for the Grammys!"

Qian Jiang's voice was so loud that even without speakerphone, Sun Yanzi, sitting on the sofa rack beside him drinking water, heard every word clearly.

"Six nominations in total: Best New Artist, Album of the Year, Best Pop Vocal Album, Best Male Pop Vocal Performance, Best Pop Collaboration with Vocals, and Best Short Form Music Video!

"Although you won't win them all, don't worry; Zhou Jianhui has already flown to the US to organize a team to help with your public relations. The company will at least guarantee you get one gold-plated gramophone..."

Fearing Zhou Yi might think he could win awards as easily as he did domestically, Qian Jiang went on and on explaining a lot to Zhou Yi.

"Rest assured, didn't I say last time? To me, this thing isn't even worth as much as a small stone used for skipping water."

Under Sun Yanzi's ghostly gaze, Zhou Yi, casually spinning a pen in his hand, hung up the phone with an air of calm indifference.

"You... what did you just say?"

Only speaking up now, Sun Yanzi said in disbelief: "Did you misunderstand something? That's the Grammys! The Grammys!"

For her, a Singaporean musician, the name of the Grammy Awards was undoubtedly thunderous.

Although the Grammy Awards ceremony is jokingly called long and tedious, with numerous awards, some obviously inflated, this does not hinder the Grammys' current status and prestige in the world music scene.

"So what about the Grammys? It's just that. It still depends on the backing company's public relations and the singer's nationality."

Zhou Yi sneered disdainfully.

Many people know the Western brainwashing slogan "Music has no borders," and many believe it, but many often forget that music and musicians are two completely different aspects.

Music has no borders, but musicians have borders, and so does the judging panel.

Even the Grammys cannot escape this custom.

Putting aside other things, just look at the 45th Grammy Awards ceremony for which he was nominated; if he remembered correctly, the little witch Avril Lavigne from Canada received a full five nominations, making the young girl so excited that she was overjoyed during interviews.

However, due to insufficient backing company strength, inadequate public relations, and her Canadian nationality, she won nothing from the five nominations, sitting on the cold bench for the entire show, forced to put on a brave smile.

If not for the media cameras, she almost shed little pearls.

Sun Yanzi listened in stunned silence: "They even look at nationality? Then what do you plan to do?"

"Create a scandal. If they don't give it to me, I'll create a racial discrimination scandal."

Under the woman's dumbfounded gaze, Zhou Yi casually stated his plan: "The Grammy Awards ceremony hasn't officially started yet; I haven't even released an English song. When I release that song, it will not only respond to Eminem but also stir up the trends of racial discrimination and political correctness.

"If the Grammys are willing to give it, fine; if not, let the waves of racial discrimination and political correctness spread to them. I don't care; this collaboration with the song will also stimulate more people's sympathy and rebellious psychology.

"Anyway, with Warner behind me, they can't ban me from releasing albums in Europe and America. At that time, riding this wind to sell new English albums, the fans who fought for me will naturally help expand the promotion."

"..."

Sun Yanzi's mouth opened wider and wider as she listened, until it finally wouldn't close.

The Grammys meeting you is truly meeting a ghost!

Every other singer gets along harmoniously with the Grammys; how can you even think of using them to push political correctness?

Is the trophy really not worth as much as a small stone for skipping water?

Shocked, Sun Yanzi felt her scalp itch and her brain go numb.

And by the morning of January 8, Beijing time, when major news media led by Sohu announced that Zhou Yi had been officially nominated for the 45th Grammy Awards with six nominations, the entire music circle's scalps went numb.

That's the Grammys!

Damn!

You damn six categories!

As for netizens... actually, many people don't even know what the Grammys are.

Although the soundtrack for Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon won last year, what they won was truly just scraps, plus the music of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon never made any waves domestically, so the only ones paying much attention were still those within the industry.

And in a recording studio far away in Taiwan, Zhou Jielun, clutching the lyrics to his song "My Territory," felt his fingertips tremble uncontrollably.

He wasn't jealous because Zhou Yi was nominated for the Grammys; purely because of another reason—

"Damn! What lyrics did you write, A-Yi? They're too hard to memorize! I've been trying for several days and still can't get them down!"

Thus, Zhou Jielun called Zhou Yi and proceeded to complain...

(End of this chapter)