They don't actually think I like them, do they?

Meanwhile, the board of directors of Pop Media Co., Ltd.

"Ten million?! This orange marmalade is incredibly audacious!"

After listening to General Manager Hu Yan's report, one of the directors almost burst out laughing. "Do you know how much the highest new talent signing fee in the industry is right now? Two years ago, JY Media signed Su Lei for two million a year, and in the end, he became a laughing stock in the industry!"

“No, Minister Xue, this one is different,” Hu Yan said seriously. “I guarantee with my ten years of work experience that his value is definitely at that level, or even higher.”

"General Manager Hu, this is a company, and companies speak with data! Before this, this Orange Jam seems to have no experience in the entertainment industry, nor has it achieved any commercial success. Why should we trust your judgment?" another director said emphatically.

"What can newcomers use to create commercial success? Signing trainees is all about vision and potential."

"How about this."

Chairman Han Yi, who had been frowning the whole time, interrupted the argument.

"Many of you here may not be familiar with this orange marmalade. Let's take a look at some of the orange marmalade creations first."

080. Board of Directors

Upon hearing the chairman's words, Hu Yan instantly felt reassured.

In fact, the signing of the Orange Jam contract was orchestrated by Chairman Han Yi behind the scenes; Hu Yan was merely the one who took the lead.

After all, a ten million yuan contract for a new employee is a deal unheard of in the industry. If it weren't for the chairman backing her up behind the scenes, Hu Yan would never have dared to make such a promise in a coffee shop.

However, even if Han Yi is willing to push this forward, he must ensure that every director is convinced of his decision in handling this matter.

Just two months ago, Bilibili acquired Pop Media, determined to enter the idol market, and Han Yi was parachuted in as chairman from Bilibili headquarters.

Most of the senior management at Pop Media remained the same old team. Many people still harbored resentment towards the new leader sent from the parent company, and the management was in a very unstable state. Han Yi himself was a well-known nice guy and didn't want to see factional infighting within the company.

As the saying goes, a new broom sweeps clean, and he needed to do something big to enhance his prestige. That big thing was to sign a contract with Orange Marmalade for an "astronomical price".

Countless eyes were watching Han Yi, and he had to be careful with every major move he made to avoid giving anyone cause for criticism.

Now, having Hu Yan play the video of orange jam in the conference room is for all the directors to see.

“Okay,” Hu Yan replied.

In front of all the board members, Hu Yan turned on the projector and entered the Bilibili homepage of "Orange Jam ovo".

Upon seeing this homepage, several directors couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"How come you only have a little over a million followers?"

"This is way too little! In previous years, the champion of this competition would have been at least a 'Top 100 UP'!"

How did he win the championship?

Hu Yan knew that arguing with the board members was useless; she could only prove herself to them with her abilities.

Next, Hu Yan gave a brief introduction to the "orange jam" to the board of directors.

"This is an excellent original song producer. He went from registering an account to having millions of followers in just half a month and six videos."

"In the 'Folk Singing God Competition' held on Bilibili, half a day before the competition ended, many Bilibili users were dissatisfied with Ju Zi Jiang's third-place ranking and launched a protest across the entire site. Ultimately, Bilibili officials changed the competition rules and held a second round of voting, and Ju Zi Jiang won the championship."

Upon hearing this, the board members finally showed expressions of interest.

"To force KKB to change the tournament rules, that's really something!"

"Although it's only a little over a million, it's clear that his fans are very loyal and engaged."

"Compared to the champions of previous years, this Orange Jam is really different! Moreover, he is an original composer, and there are very few trainees who can write their own songs."

The directors nodded to each other.

However, even so, it is still not worth ten million.

To this day, Juzi Jiang is just a newcomer with great potential. No matter how sticky her one million fans are, they can't compare to the commercial value of five or six million fans!

"Stop rambling, let's hear his work!" said a bald director sitting in the front row. He then pointed to a video on the screen, "The one at the very top of the feed, it was just released last night."

"it is good."

Hu Yan was surprised when she saw the video; it turned out that Orange Jam had released a new work. She decided to take this opportunity to listen to it.

Hu Yan continued her explanation while opening the video.

"Jelly Jam's fans have given him the nickname 'God of Love Songs.' If you've been online lately, you've probably all heard about how several love songs have become increasingly popular, and that's his achievement."

Hu Yan explained with great enthusiasm, her eyes shining – she really admired this content creator.

　"Jujube Jam is truly a singer with great style. His music is full of historical depth, exotic flair, and elegance..."

On the large screen behind Hu Yan, in a brightly lit bar, two scantily clad DJs surrounded a young man, frantically shaking his breasts to the rhythm, while a group of people below the stage gripped the railing and vigorously shook their hair as if possessed.

The entire conference room fell into a deathly silence.

Seeing that everyone was deeply moved by the video of Orange Jam, Hu Yan was overjoyed! She continued:

"The lyrics of Orange Jam are gentle, affectionate, rich, and meaningful; every line is worth careful consideration..."

"If I were a DJ, would you love me? Would you love me? Would you love me?..."

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Upon hearing the music, Hu Yan finally realized something was wrong and turned to look at the big screen.

Orange Jam and a group of people were seen dancing wildly in a brightly lit bar, with drinks and music mingling together – the scene was incredibly exciting!

"Manager Hu... is this the lyrics you said were worth careful consideration?" the bald director next to him asked in a low voice.

"This..." Hu Yan was about to explode.

What's with this orange marmalade? What is this new song?! I told him to wait for my good news yesterday, and he just wrote this song?!

Watching the poignant video, "If I were a DJ, would you love me?", Hu Yan almost fainted.

The lyrics are almost exactly the kind of love song that everyone hates the most!

Almost simultaneously, the brains of all the directors short-circuited; the devilishly brainwashing melody and lyrics eroded their minds like mental pollution.

Under that conference table, many people had already started tapping their feet on the floor in rhythm!

"I can't take it anymore! What kind of song is this?!" Finally, the bald director stood up and yelled, "As expected, I can't stand love songs no matter what!"

All the directors fell silent instantly, and Hu Yan stood there stunned.

"Let's discuss this again tomorrow."

Han Yi didn't force anyone, but instead said,

"Meeting dismissed."

.......

As the bald director walked home, he thought about it more and more and felt that the guy named "Orange Jam" was really outrageous.

What a terrible song he wrote! Hu Yan actually offered to sign him for ten million yuan. What a joke!

When we got home, my daughter immediately rushed over to me.

"Dad~"

"Oh, my dear daughter." The bald director smiled and hugged his daughter.

In the kitchen, his wife, who was busy at work, peeked out and said with a smile, "Why are you so late today?"

"Where is the board of directors?"

The bald director said as he took off his shoes.

"Jiajia waited for you until the flowers withered, and she even asked if her dad had come to the wrong house. I said, with my temper, if I came to the wrong house, it would be someone else who should be scared!"

"What did you say?"

The bald director's brows suddenly furrowed.

"if?"

"What if?" The wife was taken aback.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable, unknown force surged into the bald director's mind!

It looks like something's about to come out!

If I were a DJ, would you love me? Would you love me? Would you love me?

081. An extremely catchy melody

If it's your mom!

The bald director suddenly woke up with a start, breaking out in a cold sweat.

What... what happened??

To my surprise, at a time like this, that song I hate came to mind!

The wife noticed her husband's unusual behavior and asked him with concern,

"Husband, are you okay?"

"No, it's nothing."

The bald director took a deep breath and walked straight into the room.

"time to eat."

"You guys eat first, I'm not hungry yet."

The bald director spoke loudly, then went to the desk, turned on the computer, and continued working.

When the brain starts to wander uncontrollably, bald directors usually try to distract themselves by focusing on their work.

This method was very effective; the bald director quickly calmed down and his fingers kept moving across the keyboard.

I don't know how much time passed, but then my wife's voice came from outside the door:

"Jiajia and I are full. I left the leftovers on the table for you. You can heat them up yourself if you get hungry at midnight."

“Okay…” the bald director replied.

Suddenly, the bald director looked up sharply.

midnight?

—I'm a midnight DJ, feel my music, happy times shouldn't be wasted~ If I were a DJ, would you love me? Would you love me? Would you love me? ......

damn it! !

The bald director suddenly stood up from his seat, clutching his head, and went berserk.

I only heard it once during a meeting, so why can't I forget this damn rhythm?!

However, even in such a volatile state, a mysterious force within him continued to interrogate him:

After singing "Will You Love Me?", what was the next line again?

The bald director suddenly fell into deep thought, feeling an urge to open the program and listen again...

No, absolutely not!!!

The bald director gritted his teeth.

sleep!

The bald director lay in bed, desperately telling himself...

I absolutely cannot think about "Midnight DJ"!

However, the more the bald director thought about it, the more the melody of the song danced on his smooth, cool head.

He slept with great difficulty. Gradually, he broke out in a cold sweat and became increasingly exhausted. When he was exhausted enough, his mind finally went blank.

Just as he was about to fall asleep—

"boom!"

The door opened, and the wife stared incredulously at the bald director, instantly enraged.

"You don't eat, you don't comfort our daughter, you come home and go straight to work, and now you're sleeping without saying a word. Are you having an affair?! Don't you love me anymore?!"

After his wife uttered her last words, the bald director finally reached his limit!