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three days later.

On Twitter, William Davis's sarcastic tweet remains pinned to the top, with likes about to surpass two million.

In the comments section, tens of thousands of arrogant messages flooded the screen, all mocking Chinese music as "soft" and "lacking in grand narratives."

Chinese netizens were so angry their eyes turned red, and they typed furiously, but they couldn't find any solid evidence to refute the claims.

In contrast, Qingqiu Studio was eerily quiet.

For the past three days, there has been no release of a single to generate hype, no buying of trending topics, and even Shen Qingqiu's Weibo account with millions of followers has been inactive.

The remaining members of Xingyao Entertainment even started popping champagne ahead of time, insisting that Lin Yan had definitely messed up this time and kicked a hornet's nest.

8 PM.

The news broadcast ended on the hour.

Without any warning! The Central Committee of the Communist Youth League, CCTV News, the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, the China Musicians Association...

A dozen verified accounts with national-level official certifications uploaded a video simultaneously at the same second.

There were no short essays or lengthy copywriting.

It only has five simple characters, plus a burning flame emoji.

【"Ten Thousand Frontiers"—A Tribute to China!】

The entire internet exploded. Tens of millions of netizens who had been waiting online didn't even have time to click "like" before instinctively pressing the play button.

The screen lit up, revealing no lavish recording studio or glittering fashion show.

What comes into view is a long shot of an ultra-high-definition drone swooping down from the clouds.

The gray-blue mountains resemble a lurking dragon, with the Great Wall winding and twisting among the towering peaks, ancient and weathered, exuding a majestic aura that has suppressed the ages.

"boom."

The cello's deep, resonant bass line unfolded steadily, like the pulse of the earth. The next second, the crisp, clear notes of the guzheng and pipa entered the scene like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

The weightiness of Western symphonic music and the ethereal quality of Chinese folk music truly meshed together at this moment.

The camera zooms in suddenly, and a fiery red hue of China stands out on a beacon tower of the Great Wall.

Shen Qingqiu wasn't wearing any designer clothes or flashy jewelry.

She wore a minimalist bright red double-breasted long dress, her long hair tied up with only a plain wooden hairpin, letting the cold wind of the north blow the hem of her dress flutter in the wind.

Behind her lies a vast and beautiful land!

Shen Qingqiu tilted his head slightly, his eyes half-closed. His ethereal voice, clear and pure to the extreme, broke through the air as the first rays of dawn broke over the Great Wall:

"The red sun rises in the east, its grand avenue bathed in rosy light."

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

"Passing down the same bloodline..."

Just this one sentence.

The scalps of countless netizens in front of the screen instantly tingled, and a strong electric current surged from their tailbone all the way to the top of their head.

The chat was frozen for a full five seconds before it went completely out of control and went on a killing spree!

"Holy crap!! My mom asked me why I was kneeling while looking at my phone!"

"I got goosebumps all over! Is this what the national team looks like?!"

"Filming a music video directly on the Great Wall?! Wouldn't that completely humiliate that foreign devil?!"

In the scene, the drumbeats of the symphony are as dense as a torrential rain, and the rhythm is as imminent as an army pressing in.

Shen Qingqiu suddenly opened his eyes, his usual aloofness vanished, replaced by an Eastern pride that burned in his very bones.

She turned and took a step. Her red dress billowed wildly against the mottled ancient city wall.

A powerful and authentic Qingyi (a type of female role in Peking Opera) singing style entered the scene, melodious yet extremely penetrating, shattering the prejudice on the internet that "pop music is soft and weak."

"Sharing both hardship and happiness, they stood tall and upheld their principles."

"Our nation, with its vast territory, is governed by benevolence and love."

"A faith that has endured for a thousand years"

……

"To depict the vast sky, one only needs to capture a corner of the sun and moon's enduring beauty."

"When painting the earth, only a corner is depicted, with mountains and rivers unharmed."

"Looking back on five thousand years of history, all of heaven and earth admire us."

"Only the Yan and Huang people, with open hearts, can roam freely in all directions."

The final climax, the chorus, features a camera zooming out to a wide aerial view of the Great Wall.

The magnificent harmonies of the 100-person choir exploded, firmly supporting Shen Qingqiu's stunning soprano voice.

There was no petty romance, and certainly no pointless whining.

The screen is filled with the profound history of China's five thousand years of civilization and the indomitable backbone of this land!

The music ended. The image froze on a blazing red sun at the end of the Great Wall.

The entire internet fell silent for a full half minute.

Subsequently, all servers of the three major music platforms, Bilibili, and Weibo simultaneously sounded overload alarms.

The data center managers were sweating profusely, frantically yelling at the servers to add physical capacity.

The top ten trending topics were instantly wiped out!

[#LinYanShenQingqiuWanJiang#] (Breaking News!)

[#RedDressOnTheGreatWall,ThisIsTheTrueEpicOfChina!#] (Breaking News!)

[#With the national team on the field, will foreign internet celebrities dare to speak out?#] (Breaking News!)

at the same time.

In Los Angeles, across the ocean, it was just getting light.

William Davis was comfortably reclining in his leather swivel chair, a hand-ground coffee in hand. His assistant, sweating profusely, rushed into the office carrying a tablet, without even knocking.

"Mr. William, China... has retaliated!"

"Oh? What kind of stuff can they come up with? Mindless electronic music or weak, cheesy tunes?" William said dismissively, taking a leisurely sip of his coffee.

The assistant swallowed hard and, with trembling fingers, clicked on the video of "Wanjiang".

The moment the cello's first booming note struck, the mockery on William's face froze.

The moment the guzheng melody entered, he was so startled that he jumped up from his chair, completely unaware that coffee had spilled onto his expensive suit trousers.

When Shen Qingqiu's piercing Peking Opera vocals merged with the divine fusion of Western symphonic music, this classical music maestro, who holds two Grammy Awards, was completely dumbfounded.

This arrangement...

The symphony provides a solid foundation, while folk music serves as the main melodic axis, without any chaos, and the arrangement of the parts is meticulous!

"This is impossible..." William's face turned pale, and his lips trembled.

The assistant shrank back and said timidly, "Sir, the sentiment on Twitter... has completely changed."

William snatched the tablet away.

The comment section, which was originally full of mockery, was now completely occupied by tens of thousands of Chinese netizens who had bypassed the Great Firewall, with uniform comments flooding the screen:

"Wait?! This is HUAXIA!"

Less than an hour after the release of "Wanjiang", William's sarcastic tweet was reported and immediately hidden by the system.

After listening to this song, all the classical music enthusiasts on the internet tacitly pretended to be deaf and dumb; not a single one dared to speak up.

That's how brutal and unreasonable the slap in the face can be!

William slumped back into his chair, staring intently at the words "Lin Yan" in the composer's column at the end of the video, a flicker of resentment and fervor in his eyes.

"Book the tickets!" William suddenly sat up straight and roared in a hoarse voice.

"Where to?"

"China! I'm going to meet this monster named Lin Yan myself!"