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

Jiang Yichen opened the envelope.

Inside was a beautifully designed invitation card.

"What did the organizing committee say?"

Su Yao could not hide her excitement.

"President Jiang, you have been nominated for eleven awards for your works, including 'East Wind Breaks,' 'Blue and White Porcelain,' and 'Ten Thousand Frontiers'!"

"Best Singer of the Year, Best Album, Best Lyricist, Best Composer..."

"They received nominations for almost all the major awards."

"Furthermore, the organizing committee has formally invited you to be the closing performance guest at the awards ceremony."

Jiang Yichen placed the invitation card on the table.

Eleven nominations.

The grand finale performance.

This is certainly a very impressive display.

When is the awards ceremony?

Su Yao opened the schedule.

"The 15th of next month."

"The location is in Seoul, South Korea."

Jiang Yichen tapped his fingers on the table.

"South Korea?"

Su Yao nodded.

"Yes."

"This year's event is hosted by the South Korean Ministry of Culture."

"So, our biggest competitor this time is also from over there."

Su Yao pulled up a document and handed it to Jiang Yichen.

The first page of the document features a young man with silver hair and exquisite makeup.

Park Joon-hee.

The most popular top singer in South Korea right now.

He has won the "Most Popular Asian Singer" award at the Asian Music Awards for three consecutive years.

It has an extremely large fan base throughout Asia.

"SG Entertainment, to which Park Joon-hee belongs, is the largest entertainment company in South Korea."

Su Yao explained.

"They have long regarded this awards ceremony as their home turf."

"They not only bought a large amount of overseas advertising space, but also released press releases in advance announcing the 'coronation of the new king of Asia'."

Jiang Yichen turned to the second page.

He was a middle-aged man from an island nation, wearing black-rimmed glasses and with a serious expression.

Miyamoto Kawa.

Known as the "Master of Asian Melodies".

A national treasure-level composer from an island nation.

He has composed music for numerous Hollywood films.

It holds an extremely high position in the Asian music scene.

"These two are the biggest obstacles to your winning the annual award this year."

Su Yao's expression was somewhat solemn.

Jiang Yichen closed the documents.

"It's just normal competition."

Su Yao hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

"President Jiang, it would be great if it were just normal competition."

"SG Entertainment has been making a lot of moves lately."

She took out her tablet.

I pulled up several news screenshots from external websites.

"Upon learning of your eleven nominations, Park Joon-hee made a public statement during an interview with South Korean media."

Jiang Yichen looked at the screen.

The translated title is quite jarring.

[Chinese traditional style is only suitable for the domestic market and cannot expand beyond Asia.]

In the content, Park Joon-hee's original words were: "Traditional Chinese music does have its unique features, but it lacks the rhythm and international perspective of modern pop music. This kind of music can only be popular within China and cannot resonate with audiences in other countries. The center of Asian pop music is still Seoul."

Jiang Yichen chuckled softly after reading it.

"This kind of tactic of comparing and belittling is universally applicable."

Su Yao swiped the screen.

"That's not even the worst part."

"Miyamoto Kawa mentioned you during an interview in Tokyo yesterday."

A lengthy interview appeared on the screen.

Miyamoto Kawa's words were even more incisive.

[Chinese pop music lacks a modern industrial system; the so-called "national style" is nothing more than self-entertainment.]

"Chinese musicians rely too much on traditional instruments, trying to use cultural symbols to cover up weaknesses in arrangement. I've heard Jiang Yichen's works; the melodies are good, but the production level is still stuck ten years ago. This kind of music won't stand up on the international stage."

Su Yao's face turned red with anger.

"These two are working together to clearly try to dampen your momentum before the awards ceremony."

"These two interviews have now been reposted and republished by domestic marketing accounts."

"The internet is in an uproar."

Jiang Yichen took out his phone.

Open Weibo.

The top three trending topics were all occupied by this incident.

#Park Joon-hee says Chinese traditional style can't go beyond Asia#

#Miyamoto Kawa criticizes Chinese music for being self-indulgent#

#JiangYichenAsianMusicAwards#

In the comments section, Chinese netizens are outraged.

"This Korean is way too arrogant! A few generic, mass-produced pop songs, and he really thinks he's the king of Asia?"

"Miyamoto Kawa is just relying on his seniority! Where is the arrangement of 'Blue and White Porcelain' weak?"

"I'm so angry! Jiang Shen, we have to go to Seoul and teach them a lesson!"

"Chinese pop is the coolest! Jiang Shen, go for it!"

However, some rational observers and Park Joon-hee's die-hard fans are stirring up trouble.

"Park Joon-hee is absolutely right. Traditional Chinese culture does have a narrow audience, and foreigners don't understand it."

"Miyamoto Kawa is a master; he's offering professional feedback, can't we just humbly accept it?"

"Jiang Yichen is probably going to embarrass himself in Seoul this time. After all, it's their home turf."

The internet is in an uproar.

Su Yao looked at Jiang Yichen.

"President Jiang, the public relations department asked if we should issue a statement in response?"

Jiang Yichen threw his phone back onto the table.

"What should we respond to?"

"Would you like to engage in an online argument with them?"

Su Yao was stunned.

"So we're just going to put up with this?"

Jiang Yichen stood up.

I walked to the window and looked at the old locust tree in the yard.

If a dog bites you, you can't bite it back.

"The most effective way is to knock out its teeth directly."

He turned around.

"Go prepare the car."

"I need to go back to the studio."

Half an hour later.

Jiang Yichen's car was parked in front of the Qilin Opera House.

Before I even got out of the car, I saw that the entrance was surrounded by reporters.

Long guns and short cannons were set up in a row.

Upon seeing Jiang Yichen's car, the reporters immediately swarmed around it.

They completely blocked the car doors.

Hou Fei quickly got out of the car and stood protectively in front of Jiang Yichen.

"Make way! Make way, everyone!"

The reporters wouldn't listen.

The microphone was almost shoved into Jiang Yichen's face.

"Teacher Jiang, what are your thoughts on Park Joon-hee's statement that traditional Chinese culture cannot transcend Asia?"

"Do you accept the criticism that your arrangement skills are outdated?"

Are you confident you'll win the grand prize this time in Seoul?

"Do you feel pressured by competing with top musicians from Japan and South Korea?"

The questions were getting more and more pointed.

The flashbulbs were going off like crazy.

Jiang Yichen stopped in his tracks.

He wasn't wearing sunglasses, nor was he trying to avoid the camera.

He simply looked calmly at the reporter in front of him.

The noise at the scene gradually subsided.

Everyone was waiting for his answer.

Jiang Yichen took one of the microphones.

"Can music reach a wider audience?"

"It's not up to the interviewer to decide."

"It's determined by the work itself."

After saying these three sentences.

He handed the microphone back to the reporter.

He turned and walked through the gate of the Qilin Opera Troupe.

He left behind a group of media members looking at each other in bewilderment.

This statement quickly spread online.

It instantly ignited enthusiasm across the entire internet.

"So domineering! This is the true Jiang Shen!"

"Exactly! What's the use of just talking? Let your work speak for itself!"

"Just waiting for Jiang Shen to wreak havoc in Seoul!"

Back in the studio.

Jiang Yichen sat in front of the mixing console.

turn on computer.

Su Yao followed her in.

"President Jiang, what you just said was excellent."

"Public opinion online has now turned in our favor."

Jiang Yichen did not respond.

He swiped the mouse.

It's in a hidden folder deep within the computer's hard drive.

I opened a project file that had been gathering dust for a long time.

He hasn't touched this file since he transmigrated here.

Because this song carries too much weight.

In a past life, this song swept all music awards.

It's known as "as soon as the nocturne starts, you go on stage to receive the award."

It is the pinnacle of the industrialization of Chinese pop music.

It blends classical, rap, and pop elements, with an extremely complex arrangement.

Didn't Miyamoto Kawa say that Chinese music lacks a modern industrial system?

Didn't Park Joon-hee say that traditional Chinese style can't go beyond Asia?

Then let them hear what a true dimensional reduction attack is.

Jiang Yichen put on the monitoring headphones.

Press the play button.

A cool, melancholic classical piano prelude slowly flowed from the speaker.

Moonlight shone on the cold tombstone.

Followed by.

The heavy cello joins in, pulling at the sorrowful emotions.

Then.

The drumbeats and bass, with their distinctly modern industrial feel, crash down.

Classical and modern.

Sadness and mania.

They merged perfectly at this moment.

Su Yao stood behind Jiang Yichen.

I only listened to the intro for thirty seconds.

She froze completely.

Goosebumps erupted uncontrollably all over my body.

This arrangement, this melodic direction.

It completely overturned her understanding of pop music.

"President Jiang... this is..."

Su Yao's voice was trembling.

Jiang Yichen took off his headphones.

Looking at the audio track on the computer screen.

"A gift prepared for Seoul."

on the screen.

The project file name has only two characters.

Nocturne.

Jiang Yichen picked up the guitar next to him.

"Notify the band."

"Working overtime tonight."

"I want to rearrange the music."

Su Yao swallowed.

"OK."

She turned and ran out of the studio.

Jiang Yichen plucked the strings of the zither.

Miyamoto Kawa.

Park Joon-hee.

Since you've put your faces right up here...

Then I'll grant your wish.

An awards ceremony in Seoul.

It is destined to be anything but peaceful.

Jiang Yichen looked out the window at the night scene.

Fingers flew across the keyboard.

The musical notes danced on the screen.

Can this Nocturne shatter those arrogant prejudices on the Seoul stage?