Peninsula: It’s just a dream, are you serious?

Chapter 247 Breakthrough Results (Seeking Double Monthly Tickets on the Last Day!)

On the morning of January 2nd, Chen Yan, having finished her three-day holiday, walked into the JYP building.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator and sat down at his workstation, Choi Minhyuk walked over and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Congratulations, Xiaoyan, your new song is doing very well."

He had been following the results of Chen Yan's "I Got a Boy" these past two days. He had already sent Chen Yan a congratulatory message on his phone yesterday, but that wouldn't stop him from congratulating him in person as well.

"Thank you."

Choi Minhyuk continued, "The music video for this song has already surpassed 200 million views on YouTube, and it looks like it's going to break another record."

As he spoke, he shook his head and sighed, "No wonder they're the nation's girl group, their popularity is terrifying."

Chen Yan was taken aback: "Really?"

He really didn't know that the music video for this song was delayed by SM Entertainment until 5 PM yesterday, just to match the release time in Europe and America.

He checked the music video around 5 p.m. yesterday and remembered that it had over 100,000 views at that time.

When he left home in the morning, he only checked the song's ranking on the music charts.

"I Got a Boy" has topped the daily charts on the top ten music streaming sites in the peninsula and remains firmly in first place.

At this rate, taking the top spot on the weekly charts of major music streaming websites won't be difficult.

I didn't expect the music video to be doing so well now, with over 200 million views. That's quite an astonishing speed.

"Yes, the industry is now predicting how many views the music video will get in 24 hours."

Choi Minhyuk's face was filled with emotion. He turned to look at Chen Yan, raised an eyebrow, and leaned closer to whisper:
"Some experts in the industry believe that the reason why this song's music video has reached this number of views is because your arrangement and musical style are more in line with the style of Europe and America, which has opened up a part of the European and American market for Girls' Generation and K-pop."

Chen Yan paused for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle.

While the song "I Got a Boy" is indeed more Western in style, it's not accurate to say that a single song was enough to open up the Western market.
Those experts really dare to say things they don't mean.

If it were really just a song, Park Jin-young wouldn't have failed to conquer the US market with Wonder Girls.

Choi Minhyuk seemed to have seen through his thoughts and nudged him with his shoulder: "Actually, this kind of statement is good for you. At least it can help you increase your visibility in the industry."

Chen Yan nodded; what he said was indeed true.

"Look, netizens online already know about you."

After operating his own phone for a moment, Choi Minhyuk handed his phone to Chen Yan.

Chen Yan took the phone and looked at it.

There are indeed several comments under the song "I Got a Boy" that are about him.

[Yan? Isn't this producer IU's composer? Oh, he also wrote songs for Girls' Generation! I'm thrilled to be a fan of both IU and Girls' Generation. I'll definitely keep an eye out for his future works.]

[As a fan of both IU and Girls' Generation, I really enjoyed Yan's song. Please write more songs for my favorite groups in the future! I'm looking forward to it!]

[Isn't this IU's rumored boyfriend? Now he's writing songs for Girls' Generation again.]

[Upstairs, please stop spreading rumors. It's already been clarified that it was a teacher and student.]

Seeing that the comments were gradually going off-topic, Chen Yan stopped reading and handed the phone back to Choi Minhyuk.

It seems the attention he received was due to his previous rumored relationship with Lee Ji-eun.

Choi Minhyuk chatted with him for a couple more minutes before returning to his workstation.

Chen Yan turned around and opened his computer, preparing to check online reviews of "I Got a Boy".

"Adu"

The phone next to me beeped with a message notification.

Park In-jae: Ugh, I just remembered from reading the comments section of "I Got a Boy" that you were the one who was trending on social media with IU a while ago.

Park In-jae: I forgot about IU last time. If I include IU, that makes four. You beast!

This is nothing.

Chen Yan rolled her eyes slightly and simply chose to read the message but not reply.

Looking at the online reviews of the song, there are both praises and criticisms. The good ones can be praised to the skies, while the bad ones can belittle it to the point of being worthless.

At that moment, Kim's secretary walked up to his workstation: "Chen Yan-xi, the president wants you to go to his office." "Okay."

After getting up from his workstation, Chen Yan took the elevator to the president's office on the top floor and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

"senior."

"Xiao Yan is here, please have a seat."

When Park Jin-young saw Chen Yan arrive, a big smile immediately appeared on his face, so big that wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, clearly indicating that he was in a very good mood.

“I saw the results of ‘I Got a Boy’, and they are very good. Although the reviews on the Korean Peninsula are mixed, the response in Europe and America is very good.”

Chen Yan returned a modest smile.

"Is Xiaoyan well-versed in this Western-style music genre?"

Chen Yan was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, but after seeing the obvious light in Park Jin-young's eyes, he seemed to understand something.

"I didn't specifically study this style of music; it just happened to be an inspiration at the time."

Could this guy still be fantasizing about going to America? Seeing how well "I Got a Boy" was received in Europe and America, is he getting the urge again?
"Oh, that's how it is."

The light in Park Jin-young's eyes dimmed slightly, but the smile on his face remained as he looked at Chen Yan and said:

"This song has sparked a lot of discussion in the industry. Although the reviews aren't all positive, Xiaoyan, you don't need to worry too much. After all, the results speak for themselves, and your reputation has been established to some extent."

"I understand, thank you, senior."

Park Jin-young smiled and waved his hand, then paused and said, "You don't need to call me senior anymore. If Xiaoyan doesn't mind, you can just call me brother from now on."

Chen Yan blinked, then smiled and replied, "Okay, Brother Zhenying."

Park Jin-young's smile deepened. He nodded, looked at the young man in front of him for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Xiao Yan, can you sing?"

"Forehead"

Chen Yan paused for a moment, then said, "I know a little."

He can indeed sing, and he sings quite well; he also has a good voice.

"Does Xiaoyan perhaps have the idea of ​​debuting as a solo singer?"

"what?"

Seeing Park Jin-young's eyes crinkle with laughter, Chen Yan was truly dumbfounded.

After realizing what was happening, he quickly waved his hand and said, "No, Brother Zhenying, I have no intention of debuting."

(He/She will not debut as an entertainer.)
He was doing just fine as a music producer, why would he want to debut as a musician? He's just asking for trouble.

"Oh, I see. I understand."

Park Jin-young could tell from Chen Yan's expression that he genuinely had no intention of debuting.

While nodding with a smile, he crossed out Plan A from his mind and then turned to chat with Chen Yan about other topics.

A moment later, Chen Yan got up and left the office.

Watching him walk out of the office, Park Jin-young turned his gaze back to the computer screen, looking at the music chart results for "I Got a Boy," and tapped his fingers lightly on the desk.

After a moment, he reached for the phone on his desk and pressed the button: "Have the head of public relations come to my office."

"Yes, President."

It was a little after 9 p.m. at Chen Yan's house in Cheongdam-dong.

Chen Yan sat at his desk, pressed the last Enter key on the keyboard, looked at the modified song in the music production software, and breathed a satisfied sigh of relief.

I stretched and leaned back in my chair, staring at the computer screen for a while, when suddenly I remembered something.

He picked up the phone next to him and opened Kakao.

I swiped the screen to find a profile picture, tapped it, and then sent a message.

I've finished writing that song, do you want to listen to it?

(End of this chapter)