Cloud Wing Entertainment's distribution department was highly efficient in communicating with all music companies and temporarily froze all songs under Lin Wanzhou's name.
Currently, the only one shining is "The One I Miss."
It really fits the saying, "After six or seven years of debut, returning still a novice."
The manager snorted coldly and clicked on the song and the comments section as the intro played. He was already prioritizing the comments on "The One I Miss."
"Some people can only live in memories."
"Is this really a song by Lin Wanzhou? Didn't she just terminate her contract? I've never heard any of her songs before, but I actually spent money on this one!"
"What trash songs did she sing before, barely a few were pleasant to listen to. The quality was terrible; I wonder how she chose her songs, did she not have money to buy better ones?"
"It must be the company's fault, unable to buy good songs; Cloud Wing is just a dumping ground. All day long they hype up pretty boys, even a small cut is dramatized as if it's a difficult labor."
"I'm an old fan of Zhouzhou, just a student with not much money, initially just wanted to support out of sentiment. Never expected to be blown away by this song, I've already looped it fifteen times."
"The One I Miss" is the wind on the hilltop that year, the starry sky we watched together on the rooftop, the eaves where we hid from the rain together, the night we watched fireworks together during New Year."
"It's more painful to be in dire straits than to lose, Zhou Sui; is being faithful that hard for you?"
"At first, it was just a little bit of fondness, then bit by bit it started to accumulate, love surged, but in the end, we didn't even have the chance to say goodbye properly."
The product manager quickly scrolled down, seeing mostly positive reviews with just a few negative ones hanging there.
Especially upon seeing those malicious reviews about Cloud Wing Entertainment, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Cloud Wing has so many resources, and you say they can't buy good songs?
The song had already passed the intro, and the sporadic lyrics didn't reach his ears until the line "Pride often drags people along, taking love through twists and turns" flitted past, waking him up abruptly.
This song... how could it....
"The One I Miss is the candor."
The product manager didn't understand music appreciation, but he knew what sounded good and could tell the quality of a song. Based on the lyrics alone, this song was already a winner over ninety percent of the songs on the market.
He didn't know what he had listened to; by the end of the song, his head was buzzing.
The quality of this song was not low; Lin Wanzhou, young as she was, certainly couldn't write such emotionally profound songs, most likely purchased from some veteran lyricist.
If it had been the company's money that was wasted, that would have made matters easier.
A few minutes later, the assistant returned, and before the manager could ask, she shook her head with a complex expression, hesitating before saying.
"The company's money wasn't used; Lin Wanzhou paid for the song herself."
"The finance department confirmed this?"
"You don't need to do this, life isn't just about singing; the company's focus isn't on the music sector, all the good resources are thrown at idol artists," she said.
"I know," Jiang Ling said, having already finished her eyebrows, now delicately applying lipstick, "but I just love the stage, I've loved it since childhood, my mom said I was born to be a star."
"I want to sing, to be seen, to be needed," she continued.
"I want to be famous, to become a real queen."
Passion is like a bonfire struggling in a strong wind, feebly luminous, emitting light and warmth as much as it can endure. Burning unto itself, yet harboring no regrets or complaints, fearing only that its offerings are insufficient.
Jiang Ling took a long look at herself in the mirror, noticing the traces of yellowing in her eyes.
Pale lips can be colored with a cinnabar-blood-like lipstick, unruly eyebrows can be outlined with a pencil, imperfections of skin can be concealed with foundation, but only the eyes cannot hide the truth.
"Jiang Ling, now that you've signed the contract, there's no need to think too much about it," the manager sighed, even if she felt somewhat distressed for the artist she brought up.
But the manager relied on the company for her livelihood, she didn't have Wen Yun's kind of courage to stand up to the company. Faced with the company's threats, she could only stand on the company's side.
"Yes, I know," Jiang Ling nodded, looking at the fiery red of her lipstick in the mirror, a hint of dimness touching her eyes.
"Lin Wanzhou's song, I heard it was bought from an amateur," she said.
"Yes, what about it?" the manager hesitated for a moment.
Jiang Ling turned around, "I want to buy it, no matter the cost, I'll buy it."
"The company will pay for it, you don't have to worry about that," the manager said, hearing that Jiang Ling planned to buy songs from that amateur. Though she assured there would be no problem, her heart wavered slightly.
The marketing department might not necessarily agree, the company was big, but always petty at heart.
"No, what I mean is I want to use my own money, this has nothing to do with the company," she said with a burning gaze, staring at her manager, "I want to buy it privately."
"This..." Manager Hong suddenly felt uneasy, "Why go through all this trouble? The company has already agreed to give you favorable resources, they certainly won't mistreat you."
"Besides, you've already signed the contract, do you want to back out now?"
Although Cloud Wing Entertainment could still create stars, cultivating a little queen also requires at least half a year's time. If the company's two little queens were to leave one after another.
Then this sector would surely be ruined— even if new talent could be cultivated, the company's reputation would undoubtedly suffer.
Thinking of this, for the first time, Manager Hong began to panic, her eyes fixed firmly on the artist she had personally cultivated, suddenly finding her somewhat unrecognizable.
"Jiang Ling, you..."
Her expression was serene, her gaze lowering, "Manager Hong, I can't wait until I'm thirty."
"Either be famous, or be dead."