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

Chen Hao grabbed the script and ran off in a flurry.

The back view seemed to be as if afraid Jiang Yichen would change his mind and take back the investment.

The office fell silent again.

Jiang Yichen leaned back in the large boss's chair, his gaze fixed on the floor-to-ceiling window.

The bustling traffic of Beijing flows endlessly beneath my feet.

If you're going to use traditional Chinese style to top the charts, then you need to come up with something truly substantial.

Those cheesy pop songs should have been swept away long ago.

He opened the drawer, took out a stack of blank musical scores, and uncapped the ballpoint pen.

The Chinese music scene needs a genuine revolution in traditional Chinese style.

The beginning of this revolution must be a work that breaks with convention and integrates Chinese and Western elements.

Jiang Yichen recalled the classic works of that pop king from his previous life.

The pen tip scratched across the paper.

At the very top, he wrote three large characters neatly.

—The East Wind Breaks.

This song perfectly combines the imagery of classical poetry with the rhythm of modern R&B.

The arrangement of the erhu and pipa is the finishing touch.

Jiang Yichen lowered his head, his slender fingers gripping the pen, quickly marking chord progressions on the staff.

The melody line of the verse gradually takes shape.

"A lamp of sorrow stands alone by the window."

"I'll stay behind the door, pretending you haven't left yet."

He was immersed in the world of creation.

Time slips away unnoticed.

He repeatedly struck the black and white keys on the keyboard.

A pentatonic scale, rich in traditional Chinese flavor, flowed from his fingertips.

The five notes of the pentatonic scale (宫商角徵羽).

This is the true musical essence of the Chinese people.

Jiang Yichen put the sheet music filled with musical notes aside and pulled out a new one.

The pen tip fell again.

Blue and white porcelain.

Hair Like Snow.

A Thousand Miles Away

He meticulously reproduced one by one the legendary Chinese-style songs from his past life onto the paper of this world.

.........

at the same time.

Shanghai, Star Entertainment Headquarters.

In the CEO's office.

Gu Ruanxing was wearing a bespoke business suit.

She sat behind her desk, flipping through a thick stack of reports.

Since Lin Qinghe's "Queen" was released.

Star Entertainment's revenue in the music sector increased by 30%.

Brilliant Entertainment was completely overwhelmed and couldn't lift its head.

Bai Yanqiu spent so much money promoting Shen Ruoqiu, even bribing various marketing accounts.

The result was that they were all completely defeated by the superior quality of "Queen".

On current music charts, Lin Qinghe's name is prominently displayed at the top of the list of Chinese female singers.

Gu Ruanxing threw the report on the table, picked up the iced Americano next to her, and took a sip.

Cool.

She's been working non-stop lately, getting less than five hours of sleep a day.

But I felt incredibly happy inside.

Finally, I gave that bastard Bai Yanqiu a good beating.

But this is not enough.

Gu Ruanxing's eyes revealed ambition.

The victory in the music industry is just the first step.

Brilliant Entertainment's real trump card is its resources in the film and television industry.

The Bai family has been operating in Shanghai for many years, and they have almost monopolized half of the film screenings and distribution channels.

To completely destroy the Bai family, a breakthrough must be made in film and television distribution.

Gu Ruanxing pressed the intercom button on the table.

"Secretary Li, please book me a flight to Beijing."

"Also, bring in the materials about Jinhua Culture that I compiled earlier."

The secretary immediately responded respectfully on the other end of the phone.

Gu Ruanxing leaned back in her chair, twirling the pen in her hand.

Jinhua Culture.

This is one of the top-tier, long-established film and television production companies in Beijing.

He has several big-budget movies in his hands.

If Star Entertainment can acquire Jinhua's distribution rights, it will be able to compete with Brilliant Entertainment in the film and television industry.

Bai Yanqiu wants to rule Shanghai with an iron fist? Dream on.

Gu Ruanxing bit her lip, and Jiang Yichen's irritating face suddenly popped into her mind.

This guy is making a name for himself in Beijing, so I'll take advantage of this business trip to treat him to a Peking duck feast.

We also need to bring that brand manager to him.

Gu Ruanxing took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to Jiang Yichen.

"Friday afternoon at 3 pm, Beijing Capital International Airport."

"Welcome the Emperor."

..........

a few days later.

Beijing Capital International Airport.

The arrival hall of Terminal 3 was bustling with people.

Jiang Yichen was wearing a black baseball cap, a simple white T-shirt, and casual pants.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the railing at the arrival gate.

3:15 PM.

A striking figure emerged from the station exit.

Gu Ruanxing wore a pair of large sunglasses that covered half of her face.

She was wearing a well-tailored khaki trench coat and seven-centimeter high heels.

Her aura was fully unleashed.

Many passersby turned their heads, thinking it was a female celebrity traveling discreetly.

Behind her was a young woman dressed in business attire and wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Jiang Yichen raised an eyebrow, straightened up, and went to greet him.

"Miss Gu, quite the grand entrance."

Gu Ruanxing took off her sunglasses and rolled her eyes at him.

"nonsense."

"I am, after all, the president of Starry Sky Entertainment. I can't come here looking disheveled."

She pushed the suitcase in her hand directly in front of Jiang Yichen.

"Take it."

Jiang Yichen reluctantly took the suitcase.

"Let's go, the car is outside."

Half an hour later.

A black minivan pulled up in front of Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant, the most famous roast duck restaurant in Beijing.

Jiang Yichen had already booked a private room.

The three of them took their seats.

A waitress dressed in a cheongsam pushed a food cart in.

The freshly baked roast duck has an enticing jujube-red sheen.

The duck carver has superb knife skills.

The slices of duck meat were thin and evenly arranged neatly on a blue and white porcelain plate.

Gu Ruanxing was already starving and didn't care about maintaining a CEO image.

Pick up a thin, translucent lotus leaf pancake, take two slices of duck meat dipped in sweet bean sauce, add shredded scallions and cucumber strips, skillfully roll it up, and stuff it into your mouth in one bite.

The crispy duck skin melts in your mouth, and the aroma of the fat blends with the rich sweet bean sauce.

Gu Ruanxing squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

"tasty!"

"You're lucky you had a conscience; you didn't try to fool me with some cheap stuff from the street vendors."

Jiang Yichen picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Miss Gu has come all this way to see someone off, so I should at least show some hospitality."

He turned to look at the young woman who had been sitting quietly beside him.

"Is this the brand manager you were talking about?"

Gu Ruanxing swallowed the roast duck in her mouth and wiped her mouth with a tissue.

"right."

"Her name is Su Yao. She used to do very well at Xingchen; her professional skills were definitely up to par."

Su Yao stood up and bowed slightly to Jiang Yichen.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yichen glanced at her.

He is capable, composed, and has a shrewd look in his eyes.

He's a man of action.

"Don't be shy, please have a seat."

Jiang Yichen pointed to the chair opposite him.

"The studio is just starting out, and everything needs to be built up."

"You'll be busy from now on."