After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

Beijing.

An independent studio in the backyard of the Qilin Opera Troupe.

Jiang Yichen has been in seclusion for three whole days.

The ashtray on the table was piled high with cigarette butts.

The phone screen lit up, accompanied by a vibration.

A message from Xu Zhiyou popped up on the WeChat interface.

"Producer Jiang, how's your secluded cultivation going?"

This is followed by a cute emoji of a cat peeking out.

Xu Zhiyou is currently in Shanghai handling some business affairs for the Xu family, and the two can only communicate by sending messages.

Jiang Yichen picked up his phone and quickly replied.

"You'll be out of quarantine soon, don't miss me too much."

The reply came instantly.

"Tch, who misses you! I'm too busy!"

"Remember to eat on time and don't stay up late!"

Jiang Yichen looked at the screen, a smile playing on his lips.

He put down his phone and turned his gaze back to the musical staff in front of him.

Officially assigned essay topics are indeed difficult to write.

It needs to be both grand and down-to-earth.

But Jiang Yichen happened to have a perfect answer in his mind.

He picked up the sharpened pencil.

Write two large characters on the paper.

Wanjiang.

The pen tip scratched across the paper.

"The red sun rises in the east, its great road is filled with rosy light."

How fortunate I am to have been born into your arms.

"Inheriting the same bloodline."

The melody was generated automatically in my mind.

A perfect combination of traditional Chinese opera singing style and popular singing style.

This song is enough to transcend the age gap and strike the heart of every Chinese person.

..........

at the same time.

Shanghai, Peninsula Hotel banquet hall.

The flashbulbs were going off like crazy.

Brilliant Entertainment is holding a very grand press conference.

The backdrop reads "A Gift for National Day, Glorious China" in large characters.

Bai Yanqiu sat in the first row below the stage, a satisfied look on his face.

On the stage.

Pop diva Shen Ruoqiu looked dignified and elegant in a haute couture gown.

Standing beside her was Chen Yu, a songwriting prodigy. After a period of reflection, the previous turmoil had subsided for him.

He was wearing a well-tailored custom-made suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

He appears to be a gentleman, gentle and refined.

The media reporters in the audience all raised their microphones.

"Mr. Chen Yu, what were your special feelings about collaborating with Shen Tianhou on this National Day tribute song?"

Chen Yu adjusted his glasses and picked up the microphone.

"I am honored to receive this important task."

"Main theme songs require a profound cultural foundation and a deep understanding of patriotism."

Jiang Yichen had just accepted the official mission when Chen Yu announced the cooperation in a high-profile manner.

The smell of gunpowder was so strong it was almost unbearable.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

"I'm really looking forward to Jiang Yichen's work!! Everything Jiang Yichen does is a masterpiece!"

"Stop bragging, upstairs! Shen Ruoqiu and Chen Yu, that's the real game-changer!"

"Jiang Yichen is officially recognized. Are these people being so arrogant because they look down on the official judgment?!"

.........

Brilliant Entertainment's PR team immediately stepped in to buy trending topics.

In less than half an hour, the lyrics for the tribute song co-written by Shen Ruoqiu and Chen Yu topped the charts.

Jiang Yichen ignored the online controversy.

He dialed Chen Hao's number directly.

"Brother Chen! You're out of seclusion?"

Chen Hao shouted on the other end of the phone.

"Bring your team to Beijing."

Jiang Yichen spoke calmly.

"Let's shoot a music video."

"MV? Brother Chen, are you releasing a new song?"

"A Song to Celebrate National Day"

Jiang Yichen paused.

"The authorities have given us the green light; we can choose any venue in the country."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Chen Hao burst into a pig-like scream.

Holy crap!

"Brother Chen, you're absolutely awesome!"

"I'll book a flight right away! I'll go there tonight!"

Jiang Yichen hung up the phone.

He walked out of the studio and into the front yard.

Tan Yunxiao was leading his fellow disciples in practicing martial arts.

"Senior Brother."

Jiang Yichen shouted.

More than thirty people stopped what they were doing and looked over.

"Bring out all the most impressive costumes from our theater troupe."

Jiang Yichen looked at the group of martial arts brothers.

"Come climb the Great Wall with me tomorrow."

The next morning.

Badaling Great Wall.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated.

More than thirty men from the Qilin Opera Troupe were fully armed.

Wearing a purple-gold crown and a richly colored robe.

The four flags behind them fluttered in the morning breeze.

They held long spears and lined up along the ancient city wall.

Chen Hao, carrying the camera, was trembling with excitement.

This scene is so stunning.

Ancient city walls and traditional opera costumes stand facing the rising sun.

Jiang Yichen stood behind the monitor and decisively issued instructions.

"Push the camera in."

"We need to capture that sense of grandeur and magnificence."

This is just the first stop.

The following week, Jiang Yichen's dream team embarked on a crazy relocation journey.

With the highest-level approval issued by Director Li.

They had no obstacles.

A naval port of the South China Sea Fleet.

On the massive aircraft carrier deck.

Jiang Yichen, dressed in a simple white shirt, stood on the bow of the ship, facing the wind.

Behind them are active-duty naval soldiers standing in neat rows.

Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center.

Beneath the towering launch tower.

The camera captured the resolute faces of the researchers.

Training ground for the Guard of Honor of the Three Services in Beijing.

The earth trembled the moment they marched out in formation.

Looking at the footage he shot each day, Chen Hao was in a state of extreme excitement.

He's made short videos and movies for so many years, and he's never fought such a rich battle before.

This isn't filming a music video; it's practically inspecting a nation's most important weapon.

The production team maintained strict secrecy.

But even the most meticulous plans can have flaws.

mid-September.

A blurry video, only seven seconds long, quietly surfaced online.

The video appears to have been filmed in a Danxia landform area somewhere in Northwest China.

The footage is shaky, clearly taken secretly with a mobile phone from a distance.

In the video, a dark gray fighter jet roars past at an extremely low altitude through the valley.

Its futuristic design instantly caught everyone's attention.

"Holy crap! That's a J-20!"

"What's going on? Is this a military exercise?"

In the latter half of the video, the camera pans across the ground.

A film crew is working hard.

A young man sat in the director's chair; although only his profile was visible, his features were extremely familiar.

"Wait, isn't that Jiang Yichen sitting in the director's chair?"

"It's definitely him! I'd recognize him even if he were ashes!"

"Jiang Yichen is filming the J-20? What on earth is he doing?!"

This video quickly went viral.

It's rare to see netizens from both the military and entertainment circles gather under the same topic.

"Isn't this an over-the-top production? Are they using fighter jets to film a music video?"

"How much authority have the authorities given us?!"

"I'm suddenly looking forward to Jiang Yichen's new song."

When Brilliant Entertainment's public relations department saw the video, they immediately tried to suppress its popularity.

But it's impossible to suppress it.

The netizens' curiosity was completely piqued.

September 25th.

There are five days left until National Day.

Brilliant Entertainment's official Weibo account released a high-profile announcement.

"The National Day tribute song 'Glorious China,' with lyrics and music by Chen Yu and sung by Shen Ruoqiu, is officially scheduled to premiere at midnight on October 1st!"

"Simultaneously released on all major music platforms online!"

The accompanying image is a well-made promotional poster.

The number of comments below instantly exceeded 10,000.

Chen Yu's fans and Shen Ruoqiu's fans began to frantically control the comments section.

"Looking forward to the amazing collaboration between the diva and teacher Chen Yu!"

"This is what mainstream propaganda should look like!"

"Why doesn't that internet celebrity who hypes up things by posting pictures of airplanes dare to even announce a release date?"

Netizens flocked to Jiang Yichen's Weibo account to leave comments.

"Jiang Shen, where's your song?"

"Could it be that they went all out, only to have the song flop?"

When will the official announcement finally be made?!

however.

Whether it's Jiang Yichen's personal account or Xingchen Entertainment's official account.

Even the official account of the propaganda department.

Everything was quiet.

There is no release date information for "Wanjiang".

The song seemed to have vanished into thin air.

The speculation from the outside world is becoming increasingly outrageous.

Some people say that Jiang Yichen's song failed to pass censorship and was rejected by the authorities.

Some say Jiang Yichen was under too much pressure and simply ran away.

Bai Yanqiu sat in his office, watching the online public opinion trend, and sneered repeatedly.

"So what if we mobilized so many resources?"

"If you can't produce good work, the higher you stand, the harder you'll fall."

.........

Beijing.

The building of the State Propaganda Department.

Director Li sat at his desk.

He looked at the finished music video that had just been sent to his computer screen.

The progress bar slowly reached its end.

Director Li leaned back in his chair.

He took off his glasses and wiped his moist eyes with the back of his hand.

He picked up the red secure phone on the table and dialed a number.

"Notify CCTV."

Director Li's tone was extremely serious.

"Change the program that will be the finale at midnight during the National Day Gala."