Chapter Sixty-Six: The Day When the Threshold of the Composition Department Is Finally Crossed

Liu Zhengwen was right.

As the saying goes: things don’t happen more than three times.

The first time, after Wang Mo wrote "It Doesn't Matter," the singers in the Vocal Department could still maintain their arrogance. After all, the company had no shortage of talented composers who could produce a good song.

The second time, when Wang Mo penned "Invisible Wings," the singers were tempted, but many still clung to their pride.

The third time, after Wang Mo wrote "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth," the singers could no longer sit still.

To hell with restraint.

To hell with arrogance.

In the face of popularity, fame, and profit, none of it mattered.

Especially because Wang Mo’s achievements were simply dazzling.

Three battles, three victories.

Even in the entire entertainment industry of Blue Star, his presence was explosive and extraordinary.

So how could the other singers not be envious when they saw Wang Mo’s record? How could they not admire him?

Of course, what truly caused these singers to gradually let go of their pride was the massive online sensation triggered by the release of the "Three Generations of Fox People" video.

Coupled with Liu Zhengwen rallying several composers in the industry to push things from behind the scenes, the "Three Generations of Fox People" video quickly went viral.

And this time, the public opinion was no longer one-sidedly in favor of the singers; many voices now strongly supported composers.

“The role of composers has truly been underestimated.”

“Composers may be behind the scenes, but they are not mere tools.”

“Lyricists and composers are, to some extent, even more important than singers.”

“In my opinion, the lyrics and melody are the soul of a song.”

And so on.

There was even a netizen who, despite having broken his leg in an electric bike accident, couldn’t care less about the pain and loudly appealed online: “Please, everyone, value the role of lyricists and composers! Only then can the music industry enter a new era and reach new heights!”

Such a scene.

Truly moving.

As a result, many singers began to subconsciously change their attitude toward composers.

Perhaps they still found it hard to accept composers as their equals, but they would never again treat them with the casual disregard they once had.

As for Yunhai Media—

The singers of the Vocal Department were now more enthusiastic than ever toward Wang Mo.

In the days that followed, as long as Wang Mo was in the Composition Department, a crowd of singers would surely gather around him.

Some were newcomers.

Some were third-tier singers.

Some were second-tier.

There were even times when first-tier stars showed up.

“Brother Mo, have you eaten?”

“Brother Mo, here’s some freshly ground civet coffee for you, give it a try.”

“Wang Mo, this is a specialty from my hometown—I brought it just for you.”

Each singer never mentioned songs outright, but every gesture carried a hint of their intention: they wanted Wang Mo to write for them.

In his office, Liu Zhengwen kept stealing glances outside. Seeing Wang Mo surrounded by singers, he couldn’t help but clench his fists in exhilaration: His Composition Department had actually reached the day when singers would break down the door just to get in.

What an honor!

Of course, for composers to truly be on par with singers in status would still take a long time.

But for now—

Meanwhile, at the same time, Qian Lun, manager of the Vocal Department, watched as singer after singer made their way to the Composition Department, his heart shattering.

“All my people… gone?”

He was close to tears.

Damn it.

Who could have imagined? A disgraced idol, after falling from grace, would reveal such outstanding talent as a composer? That he alone could overturn the hierarchy and status of composers?

Qian Lun muttered to himself: “There’s something uncanny about this Wang Mo kid. He’s gifted not only in lyrics and music, but also shows remarkable talent in literature. Why was he so useless back when he was at the top? Was it all just an act?”

Huh?

An act?

Qian Lun’s mind whirred: “If that’s the case, then maybe his supposed inability to sing was an act too?”

At this thought, several ideas flashed through his mind: in the future, he must test this kid. If Wang Mo’s inability to sing was just a façade, if he’s not tone-deaf but actually talented, then once Wang Mo has a chance to make a comeback, he must poach him from the Composition Department and steal him from that bastard Liu Zhengwen.

Why be a composer?

Isn't being a singer more glamorous?

In Qian Lun’s eyes, no matter how important composers might become, they would never shine as brightly as singers.

“Achoo! Achoo!”

Wang Mo, over in the Composition Department, sneezed several times. “Damn, who’s talking about me?”

Could it be that some pretty girl in the company was secretly in love with him?

No need for secrecy.

Just be bold and say it.

Wang Mo had everything—except love.

Yet the crowd of singers around him right now didn’t love him; they all had their own motives.

Indeed, only when you become valuable to others do you realize how enthusiastic people can be.

He could only declare: at the moment, he had no inspiration and wouldn’t write songs for anyone in the near future. But if he did compose something, he would pick the most suitable singer in the company. He asked everyone to be patient.

This was the only way to disperse the wave after wave of singers at his door.

Shortly after the singers left, just as Wang Mo was savoring the rare peace, he suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.

The long-absent system voice sounded in his mind:

[Congratulations, Host, your reputation has surpassed one million.]

[Reward: three Bronze Treasure Chests.]

Oh?

A look of delight flashed across Wang Mo’s face.

“It must be that the recent buzz from ‘Speechless’ has sent my reputation soaring. To surpass a million in such a short time—and to receive a reward for it, no less.”

He nodded to himself.

The next moment, Wang Mo couldn’t wait and silently recited in his mind:

“Open the chests.”

[Congratulations, Host: you have received the song ‘Promise of the Peach Blossom.’]

[Congratulations, Host: you have received the song ‘He Must Love You Very Much.’]

[Congratulations, Host: you have received ‘100 Modern Poems.’]

“‘Promise of the Peach Blossom?’”

He replayed the song in his head and nodded silently: “This is a fine piece. I’ll keep it for now, and wait for the right opportunity to release it.”

Then his attention shifted to the second prize, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: “A song by A Du—perfect timing.”

This song was tailor-made for Hao Mingxing.

Just recently, he’d sent Hao Mingxing to participate in the variety show “Singer’s Style.”

But two songs alone wouldn’t be enough. However, with a third, and with the last two being heavy hitters, Hao Mingxing would surely impress the crowd on the show, wouldn’t he?

As for the third prize—

“Poems, of all things.”

Was the system hinting for him to become a modern poet?

He thought about it and decided it was unlikely.

“Every reward from the system is tailored to my most pressing needs. Perhaps one day I’ll have use for these poems.”

Wang Mo didn’t dwell on it and withdrew his thoughts.

Looking up, he saw Yuan Xiong approaching. “Wang Mo, live broadcast at eight tonight.”

“Alright!” Wang Mo nodded.

Yuan Xiong continued, “But lately your broadcasts have become formulaic. Fan growth has slowed, and viewers are starting to feel fatigued. So we’ve decided to inject something fresh.”

Wang Mo’s eyes lit up.

He had been thinking about how to spice things up to attract more fans.

He quickly asked, “Brother Xiong, what’s the plan?”

Yuan Xiong said, “Tonight, let’s try something exciting. We’ll randomly connect with viewers online, and if the connection is successful, we promise to grant them one wish—as long as it’s legal and reasonable, we’ll fulfill it for them. What do you think?”

Wang Mo replied without mercy, “The idea isn’t that special.”

Yuan Xiong: “…”

Wang Mo added, “But we can give it a shot.”

He so readily agreed to Yuan Xiong’s suggestion because he had just opened three treasure chests.

Knowing how the system worked, perhaps those three chests would come into play during tonight’s broadcast?

Highly likely!