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

early morning.

In Jiang Yichen's Penguin fan group.

The group owner, Lao Wang, was staring intently at his phone screen, and the more he looked, the more uneasy he felt.

He felt that Lin Qinghe's Weibo post, "Looking forward to true traditional Chinese style," looked particularly familiar.

Old Wang opened the group chat and searched for the chat history.

Enter "Looking forward to genuine traditional Chinese style".

Page redirection.

There is only one matching record.

Sender: Qing.

Sent at 10:45 PM last night.

Old Wang's eyes widened.

This "Qing" is an old member who joined the group when it was first created.

They rarely speak up, but they are always very active in voting and ranking events.

Old Wang opened the "Qing" profile card.

IP address: Shanghai.

Let's take another look at her previous posts.

"I will."

"The vote has been cast."

"The new song is great."

The words exude a cold and aloof feeling that keeps strangers at bay, which seems to be more and more like Lin Qinghe's style.

Old Wang's heart was racing.

He immediately combined the screenshots of Lin Qinghe's Weibo posts with "Qing's" comment history.

I sent it directly to the group chat.

"Brothers, something really bad has happened!"

"Look at this character 'Qing,' doesn't it look familiar?"

The group chat instantly erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap. The post was made ten minutes earlier than on Weibo."

"The IP address matches. Lin Qinghe was in Shanghai yesterday attending an event!"

"The tone, the use of punctuation—it's exactly the same!"

Old Wang frantically typed on the keyboard.

"Look at the registration time, it's exactly the night Jiang Shen was eliminated from 'The Voice of China'!"

The fans in the group went wild.

"Holy crap! It really is!"

"Case solved, everyone! Queen Lin was actually infiltrating our fan group!"

"Amazing, Lao Wang! You're practically Sherlock Holmes reincarnated!"

"I even chatted with this 'Qing' before. I even taught her how to participate in the charts!"

"Wow, you're awesome, bro! You've really made something of yourself. You taught Lin Tianhou how to climb the charts!"

"Ahhh! Sister Qing! No, Empress Lin! Are you still there?! Come out and get some praise!"

...........

Lin Qinghe sat on the sofa, looking at the messages that were being spammed in the group chat.

Her usually aloof and stunningly beautiful face instantly turned bright red, even her ears were burning.

Their identities have been exposed!

She was so angry that she carelessly copied what she said in the group chat to Weibo.

They didn't even consider that this generation of netizens would all be using 8x scopes online.

She bit her lip, her finger hovering over the screen for a long time, before finally deciding to play dead by diving underwater.

But her fans in the group wouldn't keep it a secret.

Soon, the screenshot of the chat log and the analysis by the tech expert were posted on Weibo.

Less than half an hour.

The hashtags #LinQinghe'sAccountIsExposed# and #LinTianhouInfiltratesJiangYichen'sFanGroup# immediately topped the trending search list.

It was followed by a dark red "Explosion" character.

The entire internet was in stitches.

"Hahaha! Lin Qinghe is so cute!"

"A high-profile, aloof diva, actually acting as an anti-black activist in her fan group?"

"This is definitely a true fan! Who understands!"

"What kind of magic does Jiang Yichen possess that makes Empress Lin so devoted to him?"

"Nonsense! If you could write me a song called 'Queen of Pop,' I'd create ten fan groups for you overnight!"

"I'm dying of laughter. Lin Qinghe must be so embarrassed right now that she's digging out a three-bedroom apartment with her toes."

...........

This unexpected revelation not only made Lin Qinghe's down-to-earth and endearingly unexpected image more popular.

This has brought a huge amount of buzz to Jiang Yichen's new album.

The initial commotion started by the haters was instantly disrupted by the massive influx of online gossip.

Everyone was discussing Lin Qinghe's identity being exposed, which in turn raised the anticipation for Jiang Yichen's new album to its peak.

Jiang Yichen's new album is already a hit even before its release.

.........

Beijing, Qilin Entertainment Studio.

Jiang Yichen sat at his desk, looking at the trending topics on his phone.

He shook his head helplessly.

This woman really knows how to cause trouble.

However, this can be considered a great help to him.

He originally planned to spend some money to buy a few trending topics to generate buzz.

It now seems that this marketing expense can be saved directly.

He picked up his phone and opened Lin Qinghe's WeChat.

Jiang Yichen: "Thanks, you saved me a lot of money on publicity and promotion."

In Shanghai.

Lin Qinghe was burying herself in the blanket like an ostrich.

My phone vibrated.

She peeked out and saw Jiang Yichen's message; her face turned even redder.

Lin Qinghe gritted her teeth and typed rapidly.

Lin Qinghe: "It was just a slip of the hand. Don't overthink it."

Jiang Yichen: "No matter what, the effect is very good."

..........

a few days later.

Su Yao knocked on the door and came in, holding a data report in her hand.

"Mr. Jiang, thanks to Ms. Lin, the number of pre-orders for our new album has exceeded five million."

Su Yao pushed up her glasses, her voice filled with barely concealed excitement.

"The editors-in-chief of major music platforms have called, demanding that we be given the best recommendation slots."

Jiang Yichen nodded calmly.

"Proceed according to the original plan and ignore the online discussions."

Su Yao responded and turned to go out to make the arrangements.

Jiang Yichen leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the folder on the computer screen.

Inside lay ten completed master tapes.

Time passed day by day.

The online buzz didn't wane; on the contrary, it grew even stronger as the release date approached.

Countless music critics, music bloggers, onlookers, and even online trolls from rival companies are all watching Jiang Yichen's every move.

at last.

The day has come for the official release of the new album.

7:50 p.m.

There are only ten minutes left until the album is released.

Shanghai, Star Entertainment Headquarters.

Gu Ruanxing sat in the president's office with a tablet computer in front of her.

The screen displayed the homepage of Penguin Music.

"This kid is making me nervous too."

Gu Ruanxing picked up her coffee and took a sip, her eyes fixed on the countdown on the screen.

Xu Family Manor.

Xu Zhiyou was wearing pink pajamas and sitting cross-legged on the bed.

The phone, tablet, and computer were all turned on.

She held a black card in her hand, ready to go all out for the chart-topping campaign.

"Go Jiang Yichen! You must make those haters pay!"

Xu Zhiyou waved her little fists and nervously bit her lower lip.

In a dark rented room in Beijing.

Several professional trolls were sitting in front of their computers, their fingers on the keyboard.

"Brothers, get ready! As soon as his song comes out, good or bad, we'll smear it to the core!"

"Just tell him he's lost his touch and can only sing in a theatrical style!"

"receive!"

Data monitoring centers for major music platforms.

The programmers are on high alert.

"Manager, a large number of users have flooded into the traffic portal!"

"Start the backup server immediately! We absolutely cannot allow the platform to lag at this time!"

"yes!"

On the data dashboard, the number of people online in real time skyrocketed.

7:59 PM.

Qilin Entertainment Studio.

Jiang Yichen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dazzling night view outside.

It was exactly 8 p.m.

Jiang Yichen turned around and looked at Su Yao.

"Send it."

The homepages of major music platforms refreshed instantly.

A poster in the style of traditional Chinese ink painting occupies the most prominent position.

Jiang Yichen's first solo album featuring all original Chinese-style compositions.

"East Wind Breaks".

Officially launched.