Chapter 156: Preparing a Cantonese Song!

During the days that followed, Shen Xian vanished from the sight of Zhou Wan and the others.

The social media buzz surrounding the red-crested geese had faded, but the traffic and attention it brought to Ye Yuning were still ongoing.

She had cashed in completely on this wave of hype.

Famous down jacket companies from abroad also came to negotiate orders, not to mention the meat processing plant, which practically opened with the statement: "I will take as many as you can supply."

As for ordinary netizens, driven by a sense of curiosity, they would buy one or two to try.

At a price of a little over one thousand to nearly two thousand yuan per bird, it was still affordable for quite a few middle-class families.

Ye Yuning was still hesitating whether she should expand her breeding scale.

Xiao Yang did not go looking for Shen Xian either, knowing that once Shen Xian recovered, he would definitely reach out on his own initiative.

This was the tacit understanding between brothers.

They usually kept apart, but once contact was made, both sides would respond.

Zhou Wan paid double the price to buy Shen Xian's house back from the new owner.

Upon seeing this property being bought and sold so frequently, the real estate registration bureau was hesitating whether to introduce a policy prohibiting transactions within a certain period after a property right transfer.

Zhou Wan moved back into Shen Xian's former bedroom. Fortunately, the hard renovations had not been damaged; she rearranged the furniture according to the original layout, restoring it to how it used to be.

For some reason, living in this house always gave her a sense of security.

The caged bird longs for its old forest, and the pool fish thinks of its former abyss—that was probably what it felt like.

Shen Xian, on the other hand, enjoyed a lot of peace and quiet. During this tranquil period, he maintained a steady output of twenty thousand words a day, and his book, *My Son Wang Teng Possesses the Bearing of a Great Emperor*, finally reached three hundred thousand words, prompting its official commercial launch.

As soon as it was published for sale, the results shocked the entire CoolRead website.

The number of 24-hour subscriptions broke the milestone of one hundred thousand!

One had to know that the best 24-hour subscription record on CoolRead at the time was only twenty thousand!

This book shocked not only the entire CoolRead platform, but the entire web novel industry as well!

Over at Gray Movement Chinese Network, the editor-in-chief who had been the first to reject the manuscript was utterly dumbfounded when he saw this book.

What the hell!

Isn't this the book I rejected?

Hiss...

He drew a sharp breath.

At that time, he had even gotten into a spitting match with Shen Xian, claiming that this book would never become popular.

Who would have thought that just a short time later, the book would explode in popularity?

What was even more terrifying was that it had only reached three hundred thousand words.

If it reached three million words, what kind of record would that be?

Editor-in-Chief Lu Bo still remembered what Shen Xian had said to him back then: "The river flows thirty years to the east, thirty years to the west; do not bully a young man into poverty. Remember my pen name, Jun Wuyang!"

One day, this pen name will blind your eyes!

Stop blinding them, brother, my eyes are already blinded, brother. I've learned my lesson, please spare me, brother.

Editor-in-Chief Lu Bo felt ten thousand curses running through his mind.

Gray Movement Chinese Network had already been wholly acquired by Lin Zhixia and had become a wholly-owned subsidiary under Kunpeng Holdings.

Upon seeing that her cousin's company had produced another legendary divine book, Lin Zhixia instantly felt extremely unconvinced.

She then went to read the book as well.

Wait, why did this opening feel so familiar?

She remembered—wasn't that the manuscript she had seen at Yao Feiyu's wedding?

Editor-in-Chief Lu Bo had claimed at the time that the manuscript did not conform to the mainstream, and she herself had only glanced at it, realizing it was completely not her cup of tea.

Lin Zhixia immediately called Lu Bo: "What is going on with that book, *My Son Wang Teng Possesses the Bearing of a Great Emperor*?"

Lu Bo said with a stiff scalp: "The results are too good. On the first day of its release, the 24-hour average subscriptions broke one hundred thousand. It's the best-performing book since the development of web novels, and it's very likely to change the entire landscape of web fiction!"

Damn it, how could it not change it?

In the traditional fantasy genre of this world, characters exchanged blows back and forth, and their combat power was pathetically low—being able to lift an eight-hundred-jin cauldron with one hand was already considered incredibly powerful.

But what about this book?

Miracles like cultivating a golden lotus in the bitter sea or raising a bright moon from the sea—every strike caused the heavens and earth to shatter, evaporating entire oceans...

This brought an unimaginable reading experience to the readers of this world.

And this wasn't even the scariest part; the most terrifying thing was that several famous domestic animation and game companies had already set their sights on this book, preparing to develop it into a major IP.

Industry professionals estimated that the derivative value of this book could exceed ten billion!

"Is there any way to sign this author over?" Lin Zhixia asked.

Lu Bo wore a bitter expression: "I'll give it a try."

He then gritted his teeth and sent a message to Shen Xian's email, but received no response for a long time.

When Lin Zhiyin saw this book, she was also quite surprised, and said to Editor-in-Chief Wang Chuan: "Keep an eye on this author and don't let other companies snatch him away."

"Received." Wang Chuan's reply was brief, consisting of just two words.

Yet, he felt rather smug inside.

It had to be me who has a sharp eye for talent. When many companies rejected the manuscript, I was the only one who believed it would become a hit.

Everyone present here is trash.

He then sent a message to Shen Xian: "Great Master Jun Wuyang, please take care of me."

...

Peach Baby brought some good news: an agreement could be signed with Shen Xian's studio.

However, Peach Baby suggested that if Shen Xian wanted to understand traditional opera better, he could go and study with the local troupe.

Shen Xian agreed. Whenever he had time, he would go to the troupe to study traditional opera—specifically Huangmei opera—gaining a detailed understanding of its singing styles, musical instruments, and accompaniment.

He had a premonition that once operatic vocal styles were introduced, they would definitely become a massive hit in this world!

Time flew by. A little over a month passed in the blink of an eye, and December had arrived.

The weather had turned cold. Throughout this past month, Shen Xian had holed up at home writing chapters, occasionally going out to study opera.

Peach Baby had been very busy these past two days, starting to tally the monthly golden hits chart for November.

"The Postman hasn't released a song in a long time, so last month's golden hits chart was relatively easy to rank. There were no particularly outstanding songs last month; they were all quite ordinary. Various singers need to step up their efforts."

Liu Ruoyun ultimately returned to Crimson Queen Entertainment. Although her relationship with Chen Feng was poor, work still had to go on.

Crimson Queen Entertainment gathered three gold-medal producers and, combining their own resources, prepared two romantic songs for Liu Ruoyun.

One was a mainstream pop ballad, and the other was a Cantonese romantic song.

Pegasus Entertainment also pooled the company's resources to forcefully back Xu Zhenzhen, preparing two romantic songs as well—one heartbreaking ballad and one Cantonese love song.

The other two major companies, Golden Splendor and Royal Dragon Entertainment, each also pushed out their respective singers.

Because the selection for the Music Golden Bell Awards had begun!

The Chinese Music Golden Bell Awards, established in 2001, were comprehensive professional top-tier music awards approved by the Publicity Department of the CPC Central Committee and co-hosted by the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Chinese Musicians Association!

And this major award was hailed as the premier accolade of the Grand Slam.

To become a Heavenly King or Heavenly Queen, one had to win the Golden Bell Award.

Zhou Wan had already won this award two years ago, so she did not need to participate.

"Are we aiming for this award?" Inside the company, Ning Cai and Zhou Wan were discussing the matter.

Zhou Wan was now the second-largest shareholder of Yu'an Media, so Ning Cai had to consult her on major matters.

"Who should we send?" Zhou Wan asked with a furrowed brow. "Those few newcomers again?"

"Let Liu Sheng give it a try. We'll buy two songs from the Postman; if we can fight for the prize, we fight; if not, so be it," Ning Cai said.

Zhou Wan nodded and sent a message to the Postman: "Hello, Xiao Yang. Can I buy two romantic songs? Sung by a male vocalist, one million yuan per song."

Up to this day, she still believed that Xiao Yang was the Postman.

When Shen Xian received the message, he only replied with a few characters: "Alright, I'll email them to you later."

After that, there was no further communication.

"Four major entertainment giants, experience the fear of being dominated." Shen Xian muttered to himself, and began writing two songs for himself—one in Mandarin and one in Cantonese!

Why prepare Cantonese songs as well? Because this awards ceremony was going to be held in Hong Kong, and many of the judges were from Hong Kong as well!