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Chapter 75 Boy Three Hangs

"Anyway, AI never lies. The answers they provide are all based on big data model analysis. Now the answer is very clear: the person recommended by our old friend July Records is the best music producer/DJ we can find in China right now."

The middle-aged white man shrugged and said.

“Hey Robert, you should be more careful. Sometimes the answers from big data can be misleading.”

A young white man with slightly dark skin said, "And I have a vague feeling that something is wrong, like a chill running down my spine, a cold sweat breaking out. I just have a feeling that choosing him will lead to something bad. Maybe we should reconsider?"

“Hey bro, put down your black instincts. You’re always so nervous. This is China, it’s very safe. No police will suddenly appear behind you with a gun and try to shoot you. You don’t need to be on guard here.”

The middle-aged white man raised his hand and pressed it down: "Relax, how about this, let's listen to the demo our dear old friend mailed to us again, OK?"

The people below remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Let's listen to it."

"I think we need to be more rigorous."

"Even though it's just a warm-up spot given out of courtesy, we still need to be a little serious."

Seeing that everyone agreed to the proposal, the middle-aged white man opened his phone, logged into his email, retrieved his inbox, and opened one of the emails with an attachment.

Then, after connecting to the Bluetooth speaker, music started playing.

As professionals directly involved in electronic music, they naturally adhere to the underlying logic and principle that electronic music must be listened to with headphones or speakers!

This is a must! Just like tofu pudding must be spicy, and beef brisket must be made with snow peas! This is a rule!

I'm still thinking about you.

"I am still with him."

"Still passionate."

It was none other than "Still".

The group listened and nodded.

After a while, when the demo, which lasted several tens of seconds, was finished, the middle-aged white man turned off the speakers and asked, "What are your thoughts, everyone?"

"A very well-structured future bass."

The half-black man just spoke up: "But it's too conventional. It's just barely passable, but there's not much that's surprising. It's a decent piece of electronic music, but not a particularly outstanding one."

“Yes.” The other white man nodded. “But by Chinese standards, it is indeed a rare and excellent work. If it were produced by China’s best music producer/DJ, it would be appropriate and up to standard, perfect for our opening.”

As we all know, the opening act for a music festival must be of average skill level. If it's too low, it won't suit our stage; if it's too high, the audience's excitement will build up too quickly and dissipate, making it unsuitable for subsequent performers, who won't be able to keep up.

However, the only Asian in the crowd shrugged: "No, you don't need to worry about this. You know, in Asia, China's electronic music level is the worst. Our stage invites DJs who are among the world's top 100, and even the world's top DJs will come."

How could they possibly fail to catch it? If China truly possessed this level of skill, it would have already produced and produced some outstanding producers/DJs. Frankly speaking, their skill level doesn't even compare to my hometown, Korea.

"This part sounds just right."

The middle-aged white man glanced at his watch and said, "If there are no problems, let's finalize it. It's just an opening guest, we don't need to waste too much of our time. We still need to coordinate with the cultural and tourism departments in Shanghai. Time waits for no one, guys."

"Okay, that's settled then!" The people below nodded one by one, having made their decision.

They could already hear the international level in that demo. A DJ who can produce works that meet the international average passing standard is enough.

However, only one person hesitated and was the only one who did not nod.

That was the mixed-race man, who hesitated for a moment before looking at his phone. "Hey everyone, I think I found that producer's video on Douyin or Kuaishou in China. His profile picture shows he's live streaming. Don't you guys want to check it out?"

"No, I won't watch it. It's just a live DJ set. The demo is already good enough to show your skill level, sir. You should let your guard down. No one in China would harm you."

“Okay.” The mixed-race Black man hesitated for a moment, then turned off his phone and got up to leave.

Whatever, they're not like those tacky Chinese pop artists. Just keep those people out. July Records would never recommend someone like that.

If those people were put on Ultra, it would be a laughing stock, an international joke.

Meanwhile, Xia Shen was indeed live-streaming.

Since he said he would run his own account, he will definitely continue to do so, instead of just keeping his account with one introductory video and then never using it again.

At this moment, Xia Shen was sitting in the live broadcast room, wearing sunglasses, with a disc player in front of him and a microphone in his phone.

With his other hand, he kept pushing the lever and knob of the disc player.

A burst of intense rhythm and melody filled the live stream room, accompanied by Xia Shen's deliberately low, husky voice.

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"Radisson and Jetman, three boys, this is DC Ken Party, upbeat music, let's sing 'Love Debt' for your sister~"

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"Is it because I owed you a debt in a past life?"

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"I have repaid my debt in this life, and now I must leave."

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"Is it fate? Is the dream still alive?"

The number of viewers in the live stream suddenly reached over 10.

The comments and bullet screen messages kept scrolling by.
"Help!!"

"It's so spicy!!"

"Damn it, that's awesome!"

"As expected of you, Xia Shen! Your level of understanding is still on point, just as I've always known you!"

The live stream room was filled with a very old-fashioned butterfly effect.

Then every now and then, a few gift effects would pop up, such as a "[Add me to the fan club]" tag that would appear above Xia Shen's head from time to time.

Actually, Xia Shen didn't start torment his fans from the beginning.

When he first started broadcasting, he also sang seriously in the live broadcast room, such as "Give Me a Song's Time" and "Rings of Time".

However, the viewership was extremely low, with hardly anyone watching even ten minutes into the broadcast.

Some viewers even asked in the comments section whether he had authorization to sing "The Years".

Xia Shen's response was that he could sing the song freely without needing authorization.

Seeing that there were hardly any people, he simply gave up on singing serious songs and spent ten minutes creating this piece of music.

The live stream's popularity suddenly surged, and it's now on the trending list.

But I have to say, it's strangely enjoyable to sing along to, and it's really stress-relieving.

This feeling of tormenting fans is somewhat addictive.
(End of this chapter)