Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Fang Ruoxi was the first to enter the recording studio.

It turned out that everyone else was still staring at her blankly, seemingly not understanding what she was doing in the recording studio.

"Let's start recording." She looked at the group of people with a puzzled expression, wondering what they were all standing there for.

Zou Rong, a rich second-generation heir who wanted to take a photo with the superstar to get closer to him: "..."

Li Ming, who felt he should exchange pleasantries before starting work: "..."

Wang Liping was also stunned. He looked around the recording studio again but didn't see any famous music production teams coming out.

No, wait!

It's not what he thinks, is it?

Clinging to a last glimmer of hope, Wang Liping asked, "Shouldn't we wait for the music production team?"

Zou Rong immediately raised his hand to volunteer, "Um, I'm a powerful team all by myself!"

"Team, I want to kick your mother!" Wang Liping thought wearily.

Meanwhile, his beloved Li Tianwang had already entered the recording studio. Li Ming checked the equipment and nodded in satisfaction, "The equipment is good."

Zou Rong got excited when he heard this, and was about to talk about how much money he had spent and how much effort he had put in to bring these state-of-the-art equipment back from abroad.

Wang Liping couldn't hold back any longer.

Li Ming is a superstar!

What kind of amateur production team is this? Can this even be used for chart rankings? Isn't this just a complete waste of time?

"Miss Fang, why don't we wait a bit?" Wang Liping was a little angry.

He agreed to let Li Ming come because he felt that the other party had prepared these basic hardware conditions.

You invited a superstar to record a song, and all you got was a bare music studio?

Wang Liping couldn't help but reprimand, "Every song vying for a place on the monthly hot chart is the result of the silent dedication of countless music producers."

“Young lady, don’t be so naive! I acknowledge your talent as a composer, but you must understand that last month, you caught the ‘Big Three’ off guard.”

The atmosphere in the recording studio was already a bit awkward.

Wang Liping got more and more carried away as he talked, and when Li Ming gave him a meaningful look, he pretended not to notice.

"This month, my analysis is that in a battle of kings against kings, and a battle of generals against generals, if your music production team loses one point, then you will be completely defeated!"

“You’re not famous yet, so you can afford to fail, but my brother Li can’t afford to lose!” Wang Liping was genuinely getting angry when he said this.

Zou Rong tried several times to interrupt and ease the atmosphere, but Wang Liping's aura was too strong, reminding him of his father at home, who would always find a convenient 'tool' to beat him.

Wang Liping unleashed a torrent of words.

Li Ming was embarrassed, but to be honest, what Wang Liping said was also what he was worried about.

Zhang Xiaomeng was very angry and aggrieved by what she was said, and her eyes even reddened. She wanted to say, "If you're so resentful, then leave! I won't cooperate anymore!"

No way, this isn't like when she was the "highest-paid employee" and could quit whenever she wanted, even if some idiot made things difficult for her and fired her, she wouldn't care.

This job doesn't want me? Okay, the next one will be even better!

However, she is now managing Fang Ruoxi's future career as an artist.

In this circle, whoever has the most status has the most say.

Zhang Xiaomeng stepped forward to speak, but she was immediately silenced by a look from Wang Liping.

Fang Ruoxi had already put on her headphones.

After Wang Liping finished speaking, she took off her headphones.

"If you don't want to record, you can leave."

Wang Liping was so angry at those words that he took a deep breath.

"Fine! You said that, didn't you, Brother Ming! Let's go!" Wang Liping's face turned red with anger.

Li Ming raised his hand and pressed it on Fang Ruoxi's shoulder, "Calm down, okay?"

"I'm going to say a few words to Brother Wang." With that, Li Ming quickly put his arm around Wang Liping and walked out.

Zou Rong didn't dare to breathe loudly. He secretly walked up to Zhang Xiaomeng and whispered, "Does your friend... not want to work in the entertainment industry anymore? How dare she talk to King Li like that?"

Zhang Xiaomeng kicked him hard, and then deliberately ground her foot into his.

Zou Rong bent over in pain, his fist almost stuffed into his mouth.

Whose side are you on?

Zou Rong dared not speak.

Fang Ruoxi was not angry.

She had seen plenty of the ups and downs of the entertainment industry, and she could listen to and understand what Wang Liping was saying.

but.

She was more confident and assured!

“Zou Rong, right? You help me record the song. Let’s not wait for them, let’s record the female version of ‘The Lone Warrior’ first.”

Zou Rong made an 'OK' gesture, wanting to see Fang Ruoxi's abilities.

As the intro began, Fang Ruoxi closed her eyes briefly.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds! When she opened her eyes again, she was completely in the zone!

"They are all brave."

Zou Rong suddenly raised his head. This song, this timbre, wow! Listen to it again!

"Who says people covered in mud are not heroes?"

Zou Rong got goosebumps on his arms.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side. Li Ming had returned without anyone noticing and also picked up a pair of headphones to listen to music.

Wang Liping walked in with a cold face.

Upon seeing Fang Ruoxi in the recording studio, he scoffed, "Ha, she wants to record a female version? Is that all the confidence she has?"

Zhang Xiaomeng rolled her eyes. "No way?"

Wang Liping's anger, which had just been suppressed, surged again.

"Ha! Your 'Teacher Fang' wrote the song herself, doesn't she know whether it's more suitable for a man or a woman to sing?"

"The most important thing about this song is its 'spirit,' you know? Do you understand? Only a man can sing out the essence of this song!"

"Hey! I'm a complete novice, just like you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Ming and Zou Rong simultaneously shushed him, telling him to be quiet.

"I love the way you refuse to kneel,"

"I've faced despair with loving you, yet I refuse to shed a single tear—"

Li Ming clenched his fist and swung it, his face turning slightly red.

When Wang Liping saw his condition, he immediately ran over and grabbed an earphone as well.

"Will you go? Are you worthy? This ragged cape!"

"War? Then fight! With the humblest of dreams!"

"To the sobs and roars in the darkness—"

Who says only those who stand in the light are heroes?

Li Ming took off his headphones, his eyes burning with passion. He stared intently at Fang Ruoxi in the recording studio and said, word by word, "Wang Liping, cancel your schedule. I want to record this song. I believe in her. I want to win this month's championship."

……

The headquarters of the Wei family was built in S City, the economic lifeline of the city.

One of the top ten landmarks in S City, it has 81 floors and is a popular tourist destination.

At this moment, in the president's office on the 81st floor, Xu Wei, the head of the composition department, and Zhang Sheng, the deputy head, were standing at the door.

Inside the office, a tall, young man stood with his back to them, gesturing with a golf club in his hand.

The metal club was swung with great force, and with a 'whoosh,' the white golf ball flew out with great force. Then, with a crash, the glass display case shattered, and the trophies inside were knocked over.

This office belonged to the first heir, 'Weberon', who died in a car accident.

Xu Wei and Zhang Sheng both shuddered.

The beautiful secretary smiled and placed another golf ball on the table for her newly appointed boss.

Wei Wenzhe turned around casually.

His tie was pulled up to his shoulder, and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing his full-arm tattoos.

"Finished?"

The two grown men, weighing a combined 300-plus pounds, nodded in unison, cowering like two quails.

Wei Wenzhe strode over, carrying his golf club, and blocked the two men on either side. "Then it's my turn to speak."

"You see, before I came up here, our results were quite stable, mostly second place, and occasionally third."

"After I took office, none of you got third place, but I got first place..."

He turned to look at his secretary, "What number was it again?"

The secretary smiled and held up three fingers.

"Oh, still third."

Xu Weigang breathed a sigh of relief, only to have a metal cue stick strangle his neck.

"But that won't work either. Who's the second one? Is it the Star Emperor? No, it's a savage."

"You fucking let some savage climb on my head, I'm going to have a hard time holding back my temper and messing with you."

"Mr. Wei! Cough cough cough!" Xu Wei was desperately pulling on the metal cue stick, his face almost turning purple.

"This month! This month we'll join forces with the Star Emperor to assassinate her! We guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Wei Wenzhe nodded in satisfaction, "Good! That's a good employee for the boss!"

He laughed and released the two of them.

Xu Wei covered his neck and coughed loudly.

Wei Wenzhe slapped his face with his golf club, saying, "If you don't do it next month, I'll use your head as a ball to smash it."