Rock and Roll: Glorious Years

One of the triggers for this incident was the Kuixing Studio. Early in the morning, the entire office area was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was afraid to make a sound and then become the target of the head housekeeper, Xiao Jie.

Xiao Jie is now grinding her teeth in frustration as she looks at the data on the new song chart.

Riding on the momentum from last night, "Dye the Night Black" managed to jump to ninth place with 31.5 downloads in just four hours, despite having only two major platforms as its main force.

The only song on the list affected by the ripple effect, "Those Without Ideals Don't Get Hurt," also broke into the top 10 with 30.9 views, squeezing out the last two of the four studio members.

Moreover, the growth momentum is still strong. According to her estimate, "Dye the Night Black" will break into the top five before noon!

She now deeply regrets making that decision, which seemed like a safe bet at the time but now appears to have had the opposite effect.

"If we hadn't contacted the copyright department of Rhythm Master, this would never have happened! But who knew we'd run into such a reckless madman, and what's worse, there was a whole bunch of madmen following behind him!"

The only saving grace is that, apart from the two boys' new songs being squeezed out of the top 10, Kui Xing doesn't seem to have been greatly affected by public opinion. Rhythm Master didn't mention it, and Rolling Stone doesn't seem to have noticed it either.

Only a couple of fans from the small group went to the comments section of Bai Dao's blog and flooded it with comments. As for the official Weibo accounts of those rock bands, nine out of ten are basically unattended, so there's no point in flooding them with comments.

Meanwhile, Liu Xiao Kui, who was playing Crazy Scales across from her, said excitedly, "Sister Xiao, how do these rock musicians have such long hands? I can't even get past one round..."

Facing her unserious husband, Xiao Jie retorted irritably, "You haven't even figured out where your vocal cords are yet, so don't even think about playing musical instruments."

"Right now, I can only act based on looks. There are very few people in the entire studio who truly understand music. We're trying to compete with professionals. I myself think this is unreliable. Sister Xiao, let's not release any new songs until the four of them have solidified their basic skills. We opened this studio to transform ourselves, so why bother going down the same path we took when we were in the company?"

Liu Xiaokui didn't even raise his head when he said this, but Xiao Jie felt like she was sitting on pins and needles for a moment.

She hadn't told Liu Xiao Kui about the studio's actions, nor was she intentionally hiding it; she just felt it was unnecessary to discuss such a trivial matter. But now that even her own husband had figured it out, how could she possibly keep it from Chen Shuting?

"So, what should we do now?" Xiao Jie was starting to panic. She wasn't afraid of Rolling Stone Music, but her studio couldn't afford to offend Goose Egg Music.

"Sister Xiao, I think we should apologize to Bian Dashen first. I'll handle this myself. As long as they don't bring it up, I don't think Rhythm Master will be stupid enough to take the blame. Besides, who knows, we might be able to get on Rolling Stone's good side in the future."

Although Liu Xiaokui ranks last among the four top celebrities, he is the most clear-headed. He knows that popularity cannot last forever, so after reaping the benefits, he resolutely started his own studio and embarked on the path of transitioning into acting.

Xiao Jie, however, was still somewhat unwilling to give up, thinking that by following the original approach, she might be able to promote another Liu Xiao Kui...

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On the other side of the mainland, in Berlin, Wang Wenhui was deeply shocked by this creative form that was beyond his comprehension after watching the video of "Dyeing the Night Black".

Since Zhu Yan hadn't given up outright, he decided he was determined to try and seize the opportunity.

He was well aware that even without the behemoth that was Goose Egg Overseas Edition, simply knowing Zhu Yan wasn't a significant advantage. After all, he wasn't the only European company handling Chinese music copyrights; there were many larger and more powerful ones, with at least five companies having partnered with Hoffman alone.

The commotion caused by "Dye the Night Black" must have made many companies that hadn't paid attention to Rolling Stone before start to get restless. He felt that what he could do was to be faster and more sincere than others.

Thinking of this, he glanced at his watch and dialed his wife's number, saying, "Luyao, have you seen the video of Rolling Stones' new song? If you have time, could you translate the German lyrics for me?" After receiving his wife's affirmative reply, Wang Wenhui found another number and dialed it.

At Hoffman's headquarters, chief producer Olaf is chatting with music director Walker about the Chinese rock music that has recently become popular on Crazy Scale.

"Walker, I really liked that song 'Those Without Ideals Don't Get Hurt.' I read the lyrics translated into English, and it made me want to punch those incompetent politicians!"

"Haha, Olaf, you're right! After listening to that song, I just want to go back to my country and beat that foul-mouthed white pig up..."

Just then, Olaf's phone rang. He hesitated for a moment before answering when he saw it was an unfamiliar number.

A few seconds later, he complained into the phone, "Mr. Wang, I don't know where you got my number, but let me make it clear, I will not use my name to deceive those children..."

After hanging up the phone, he was about to complain when he saw Walker looking at him with a mischievous grin.

"Walker, you didn't give him my phone number, did you?"

"Relax, Olaf, this is a business. Your name can earn you a lot more money than others. Besides, if your endorsement can encourage these young people, who knows, it might produce another musician in the future..."

"If there were more bands like the Rolling Stones, I'd really like it, but we all know that's impossible..." The two chatted casually, quickly putting the matter out of their minds.

It wasn't until 3 PM Berlin time that Olaf was caught red-handed by Wang Wenhui, who had been lying in wait, at the company entrance: "Mr. Olaf, please forgive my intrusion..." Before he could finish, Olaf interrupted him, "Mr. Wang, I think I've made myself very clear on the phone. I would never use a name to deceive those children. Haven't you already taken care of the other producers in the company?"

He turned and walked away, but after taking a couple of steps, he turned back and said in a somewhat threatening tone, "Don't follow me, or I'll call the police!"

Wang Wenhui watched Olaf's departing figure, wanting to chase after him but afraid of offending him. However, after so many years in Berlin, he had experienced situations far more difficult than this, so this little hurdle was nothing to him.

Just as he was lost in thought, Walker came out of the company and teased him, "Wang, I advise you to give up. In Olaf's eyes, music is music, and nothing else is mixed in."

"Thank you for your advice, Walker, but I sought him out for personal matters, though he didn't give me a chance to speak..."

The two had been dealing with each other for several years, and putting aside business, Walker felt that this Chinese man was a good friend. So when he heard it was a personal matter, he gave Zhang Wenhui a suggestion: "Wang, Olaf is going to an industry gathering alone tonight. His wife is very interested in Chinese cuisine, and I believe she won't mind a Chinese couple visiting."

Upon hearing this, Wang Wenhui handed the cup of coffee that was originally prepared for Olaf to Walker and said, "Walker, this is the best decision you've made this year!" Then he turned and headed towards the parking lot.

Walker was a little confused by these nonsensical words, but seeing the coffee in his hand, he stopped thinking about it.

Two hours later, Wang Wenhui, accompanied by his wife and a pile of ingredients purchased from a Chinese supermarket, along with various seasonings brought from Yunnan Province, knocked on Olaf's door.