Chapter 100: The Courier's Information Leak!

In the minds of many netizens, one name surfaced at once: the Postman.

That was right. The man standing on the stage was the Postman.

After finishing the song, Shen Xian bowed to Yao Feiyu and Lu Simin, then hurried off the stage, leaving Zhou Wan alone under the lights.

Just as Zhou Wan was about to leave, Yao Feiyu spoke.

“This song is so sweet, the melody is beautiful, and the lyrics fit the occasion perfectly!” Yao Feiyu said with delighted surprise.

Those two hundred million had been well spent.

They had received a wedding blessing unlike any other, a one-of-a-kind piece.

They had also gotten “For You,” and it was its first performance.

And now there was “Today You Are Going to Marry Me” as well.

“Baby, today has been full of surprises,” Yao Feiyu said, taking Lu Simin’s hand.

Lu Simin smiled and nodded. “A happy surprise.”

Then Yao Feiyu looked at Zhou Wan. “Queen Zhou, take off the mask. We’ve already guessed who you are!”

Zhou Wan smiled and removed the mask. Another wave of applause swept through the venue.

The livestream chat exploded even more wildly. This was the influence of a true queen.

“Could you tell us the detailed information about this song?” Yao Feiyu asked.

Zhou Wan said, “The lyrics, composition, arrangement, and mixing for this song were all done by the Postman.”

Yao Feiyu turned to Shen Xian. “Then may I ask, the person who was standing beside you just now is...?”

Zhou Wan’s tone was a little proud, a little triumphant. “That’s right. The one who was standing beside me just now was the Postman!”

As soon as those words fell, the entire venue nearly went mad.

The Postman!

The Postman they had been searching for so long!

Liu Ruyun’s pupils contracted. She immediately stood up and rushed toward the backstage, only to be blocked by staff.

Several industry big shots also went frantic, instantly sending messages to the drivers or bodyguards waiting outside: “Keep an eye out for a man leaving the hotel right away, about six feet tall, a young man with a very good build. He may be the Postman!”

After changing back into his own clothes, Shen Xian had quietly slipped back into the hotel through a side entrance, while Zhou Wan was still on stage.

When Lin Zhiyin saw Shen Xian return, she frowned at him, a thoughtful look appearing in her eyes.

“I knew that song had to be written by the Postman!”

“Besides the Postman, who else in the current Chinese music scene could write songs this good?”

“To write two sweet love songs in one go, the Postman is really talented!”

The livestream chat buzzed with discussion, and many viewers felt a little regretful that they had not gotten to see the Postman’s true face.

“I’ve been following the Postman too,” Yao Feiyu said. “I have a feeling that in the Chinese music scene, the Postman is going to usher in an entirely new era!”

That was an extremely high appraisal.

At first, people had not thought much of the Postman, believing he was only a little talented and merely capable of writing a few viral songs.

But when they combined his recent performances with Yao Feiyu’s words, everyone suddenly realized it.

Yes.

How long had it been since the Chinese music scene had seen someone like the Postman?

Since the Postman appeared, the Chinese music world had clearly become more lively, more vibrant.

Over the past two or three years, the Chinese music scene had been on a visible decline.

What kind of pop songs were spreading online these days?

What were they, really?

Either shallow, meaningless earworms like “Let’s Learn the Cat Call Together,” or assembly-line songs stitched together from fragments of other works.

Three years ago, Shen Xian had finally emerged and written twelve songs, but then he had faded back into silence.

Later, it was even revealed that Shen Xian had intercepted Chen Feng’s inbox, and that those twelve songs had not been written by Shen Xian at all.

But whether that was true or not, Chen Feng was still unremarkable to this day.

A little over a month ago, the Postman connected live for the first time with Zhou Wan. That was his first public appearance.

And with that one appearance, he stirred up quite a storm online.

“Yes, the times are changing. Without realizing it, the Postman has already reached the point where he can open a new era for the music industry.”

“The entertainment industry doesn’t even have anyone leading the charge anymore. Those kings and queens are all just reheating old dishes and singing old songs again.”

“In a few months, the Twelve Nations Music Festival will be held in the capital. If the Chinese music scene keeps going like this, it definitely won’t be able to hold its ground. It’ll be crushed by Western pop or hit hard by Japanese and Korean music.”

These thoughts rose silently in the minds of many entertainment industry big shots.

Hearing Yao Feiyu praise the Postman, Zhou Wan also felt very happy. “Teacher Postman has always been very talented.”

Yao Feiyu applauded again. “Thank you, Queen Zhou, and thank you, Teacher Postman!”

Zhou Wan bowed and began walking toward backstage, sending messages to Shen Xian along the way, but no one replied.

What was Shen Xian doing?

He was sitting at a table, chatting with an editor.

At last, an editor had replied to him. It was an editor from the CoolJoy website, but only a section editor, not the chief editor.

“I really like The Son Wang Teng Has the Bearing of an Emperor. Your writing is excellent, your control of the craft is very solid, and I also like the plot a lot. But in the current market, the mainstream audience still prefers the underdog rising after falling off a cliff, so I can’t say for sure whether this book will explode. Therefore, I can only offer you a revenue-sharing contract.”

The section editor’s opinion was very fair.

In fact, that was exactly what the web novel market looked like at the moment.

Only those true masters, or mid-tier authors, could secure a guaranteed contract.

A guaranteed contract paid by word count; you started earning from the very first character.

For some mid-tier authors, the rate was around one hundred yuan per thousand characters.

For authors with some ability but less prestige, the rate might be twenty or thirty yuan per thousand characters.

As for the top writers, there was no need to mention them. Some earned five hundred yuan per thousand characters, and some even ten thousand.

What Shen Xian wanted was a revenue-sharing contract, because with that arrangement, the website and the author split the profits thirty-seventy, with the author taking seventy percent.

“Fine. I’ll sign,” Shen Xian said.

The editor immediately sent over the electronic contract, and Shen Xian began signing.

Before signing, Shen Xian checked the information on CoolJoy and suddenly froze.

On the corporate registry site, the legal representative for CoolJoy was listed as Lin Zhiyin.

The same Lin Zhiyin sitting beside him?

He lifted his head and looked at Lin Zhiyin. Lin Zhiyin also looked back at him, giving him a gentle and friendly smile.

Never mind. Sign first.

Shen Xian gave himself a very chuunibyou-style pen name: Jun Wuyang.

No one would have guessed that at Yao Feiyu’s wedding, the three words Jun Wuyang would one day shake the entire writer community as well.

“I’m posting the book tonight. I’ll update twenty chapters a day!”

“An author who doesn’t update twenty chapters a day is not a good author!”

“Unworthy of being human!”

Shen Xian sent those three lines to the editor, leaving the poor editor staring at his computer in a daze for a long time before finally squeezing out one line: “With that attitude, I’m deeply comforted.”

That really was enough to warm an editor’s heart for an entire day.

The wedding still had a few more performances, but Shen Xian had lost interest in them and was already feeling hungry.

However, dinner would not be served for about another hour, so he simply left the venue.

First, he called Ning Cai to ask about Liu Sheng’s condition.

Ning Cai had already arranged for staff to take Liu Sheng to the hospital, and the diagnosis had come back.

A drug had been put into his drinking water, burning his throat. Fortunately, the injury was not permanent, and the aftereffects should not be too severe.

He would still need to stay in the hospital for a few days, though.

Shen Xian then asked where Qingqing had gone, and upon learning that Qingqing was on the second floor of the hotel under the care of Ning Cai’s assistant, he left it at that.

Finally, Shen Xian switched to the Postman’s WeChat account and sent Zhou Wan a message: “I’ve finished dealing with everything. I’m heading back first.”

Today’s wedding had first caused the Postman to detonate the internet once again.

“For You” and “Today You Are Going to Marry Me” were of extraordinarily high quality and were already being hailed as essential wedding entrance songs. Many people had already begun booking them to be played at their own weddings.

Then Shen Xian’s wedding blessing, “A Bond Sealed in One Hall,” had also drawn the attention of many couples.

When many brides and grooms were preparing their invitations and searching for templates online, the first result that came up was “A Bond Sealed in One Hall.”

Its graceful, classical style instantly conquered countless newlyweds.

But the piece did not only attract couples. It also caught the attention of some old traditionalists in literary and cultural circles.

For example, the poetry association, the writers’ association, and the classical literature association.

When those old-timers learned that the couplets at Jinshan Temple and Gushan Temple, as well as “Searching for Him in the Crowd” and “A Bond Sealed in One Hall,” had all been written by the same person, they immediately developed immense interest in Shen Xian.

This person was a rare talent in classical literature. He had to be wooed properly and brought into their circle to carry the banner of traditional letters.

After leaving the hotel, Shen Xian ate a quick meal outside, and then Ning Cai sent him a message: “Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival. Get ready tonight and come to the capital with me!”

Shen Xian replied, “Okay. Like we agreed, I’m only pretending. I’m not really taking the role.”

“Even if you were really my boyfriend, my parents might not necessarily approve of you,” Ning Cai replied.

“Even better if they don’t,” Shen Xian replied.

On Qi Zhengqing’s side, he was in a gloomy mood when he suddenly received a phone call.

“Young Master Qi, we’ve obtained all of the Postman’s information. We’ll send it to you as a document right away!”