Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

On his blog, a well-known music critic named Lao Wang wrote a lengthy critique of the song "The Lone Warrior," resembling an academic paper, criticizing it from various angles.

In essence, "The Lone Warrior" is just a piece of 'youthful angst music' that offers no real substance!

In terms of style, it is inferior to "The Flourishing Tang Dynasty" of the same period;

In terms of lyrical artistry, it is not as good as "Sea of ​​Marriage" on the same chart;

In terms of composition, it completely defeats "Asking the Heavens"!

What merits does such a song possess to achieve such success?

The monthly music charts have tried their best to avoid any underhanded tactics, but unexpectedly, this month the tricks have become even more sophisticated...

Fang Ruoxi calmly read through the 3289-word commentary, word by word.

Zhang Xiaomeng was furious after watching only the beginning, and almost rolled up her sleeves and went to fight this music critic.

"Hey! Stop it! This account is backed by Wang Congrui, the editor-in-chief of The Sound of Music! You want to argue with him?"

"So he can spread rumors?! So many people like 'The Lone Warrior'! So many people agree with it!"

"He! He's talking nonsense!" The little girl's eyes were red with anger.

Zou Rong quickly scrolled through the comments section under this blog post. "Fortunately, many people refuted him. The masses have discerning eyes and are all supporting 'The Lone Warrior'."

“Look at this highly-rated comment,” Zou Rong picked out the most-liked comment and read it aloud, “‘You say ‘The Lone Warrior’ is not as good as this or that, but you should explain exactly where it is not as good as this? The monthly chart results haven’t even come out yet, and you’re already calling it ‘youthful pain music,’ how dare you?’”

Further down the page, public opinion is overwhelmingly positive, with everyone criticizing "Old Wang's Music Reviews".

"Those who like 'The Lone Warrior' are all tearing into this music critic. It seems that 'a good song can overcome everything,'" Zou Rong said.

Just then, Fang Ruoxi's phone rang.

Wang Liping's name was prominently displayed in the center of her phone screen.

Fang Ruoxi instinctively felt that the phone call at this critical juncture was related to the negative music review blog post.

Fang Ruoxi answered the phone, "Hello, it's me, Fang Ruoxi."

On the other end of the phone, Wang Liping had no time for pleasantries; his voice was laced with rage. "The 'Big Three' are determined to get us. We might be finished this month. Teacher Fang, do you have any ideas? Brother Li can't afford to lose!"

"Damn it! Someone tipped me off that the 'Big Three' have contacted half of the music critics in the industry to 'besiege' 'The Lone Warrior'! They're trying to kill Brother Li!"

"No! It's hard to explain over the phone! Where are you? We're coming to find you now!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxi understood immediately. That music review was just the beginning; the "Big Three" had made their move.

Or perhaps, Tianyin Records, which had been holding back since the beginning of the month, has finally made its move.

“I’m at Zou Rong’s recording studio, come over here.”

After I finished speaking, a busy signal came from the other end.

When Fang Ruoxi put down her phone, the situation online had already changed. Zou Rong exclaimed, "Holy crap! Two more music critics have joined the fray! Damn it, they're tearing into 'The Lone Warrior' too!"

This was the first time Zhang Xiaomeng had been targeted like this. "Why?! Did we offend them? Why are they targeting us like this?"

Zou Rong was rapidly flipping through the newly published 'essay' when he habitually retorted, "Grandma, your young lady is participating in a ranking competition, huh? In the business world, that's a 'commercial war.' Why do you think she's targeting you? People die for money, birds die for food, young lady!"

It is now 8:10 PM Beijing time.

Fang Ruoxi knew in her heart that this was only the beginning.

Zhang Xiaomeng, completely at a loss, turned to her, hoping that Fang Ruoxi could, as before, effortlessly break through the current predicament.

However, Fang Ruoxi simply put her headphones back on and said to Zou Rong, "Continue."

Zou Rong, who still follows music critics' updates on his blog, asked: "Continue with what? What's continuing?"

Fang Ruoxi gently tapped the unfinished work, "Continue playing 'Painting Heart'."

The two men stared at her in disbelief, their minds seemingly frozen.

"No, big sister, boss, big shot? There are already four or five well-known music critics online who are angrily criticizing 'The Lone Warrior,' are you sure you want to keep messing around with your 'Painting Heart' now??" Zou Rong was already kneeling before her.

"Judging from the online atmosphere, these music critics won't give up until they get 'The Lone Warrior' out of the top 20. You don't care, but what about King Li?" Zou Rong couldn't help but speak up for Li Ming, who wasn't present.

Fang Ruoxi took off her headphones and asked calmly, "Li Ming will be here soon. I think we can discuss any solutions then."

When Zou Rong met those calm, dark eyes, his imposing aura unconsciously diminished. "Then, then we should do something now, try to salvage the situation or something. Doesn't public relations emphasize the 'golden time'?"

Zhang Xiaomeng, nicknamed "The Cobbler No. 1," suggested from the side, "Ah! How about we hire an online army to stir up trouble?"

Fang Ruoxi smiled and said, "You want to compare your financial resources with the 'Big Three'?"

If you dare to hire an online army, the "Big Three" on the other side will dare to monopolize the online army across the country, making you completely unfamiliar with the word "online army".

Zou Rong, the "cobbler," stubbornly retorted, "Didn't you use that clever trick of using minimal force to achieve maximum effect when you borrowed my friend's account before? I know a lot of people; just tell me what account you need, and I'll lend it to you!"

Fang Ruoxi nodded politely, then asked, "Are there any people from the music industry here?"

"of course!"

"So, does his opinion carry more weight than those of music critics?"

Zou Rong: "Of course... no."

Fang Ruoxi nodded and put her headphones back on. "Well, anything we do during this time will be ineffective. Since that's the case, we might as well hurry up and finish the work that can be done."

As for the ranking, we'll talk about it when Li Ming and the others arrive.

Zou Rong shrugged. "OK."

Fang Ruoxi continued to immerse herself in the recording of "Painting Heart". If she was even slightly dissatisfied, she would immediately return to the recording studio and meticulously refine the details.

Around 9 p.m. Beijing time, more than a dozen music critics on blogs took to the stage, posting articles to angrily criticize "The Lone Warrior".

At this point, the reputation of "Lone Warrior" has been reversed.

If you say you don't understand this song, then congratulations, you are a cultured person with good taste!

You said you like this song?

Well, I'm sorry! You're just vulgar, tasteless, and uncultured!

It's so embarrassing that you should cover your face with a cloth when you go out!

Zhang Xiaomeng kept switching between blogs and music charts, and noticed that the download count for "The Lone Warrior" was starting to drop.

This only proves one thing: many people have deleted "The Lone Warrior".

Her face paled; she couldn't believe that the wind could be shifted so easily.

Just then, the door was banged on loudly, and without a doubt, Wang Liping and Li Tianwang had arrived.

Zou Rong immediately ran to open the door.

Upon entering, both Li Ming and Wang Liping looked grim.

Li Ming had just finished her performance and came straight over; she hadn't even had time to remove her makeup.

When they came in, Fang Ruoxi was wearing headphones and writing something quickly with a pen.

Wang Liping tried to call for help, but Li Ming pressed him down with one hand.

Finally, drawing the last period, Fang Ruoxi took off her headphones and turned around.

As she turned around, she saw Wang Liping running around the room frantically, like a jackal in a zoo.

Fang Ruoxi nodded slightly to Li Ming as a greeting.

She glanced at her watch and, before Wang Liping could even speak, asked directly, "Does Brother Li have a gig tomorrow?"

It would have been better if he hadn't asked. The mere mention of it infuriated Wang Liping. "We had planned to go to the radio station's music program tomorrow to promote 'The Lone Warrior.' But because of tonight's disruption, I don't need to go anymore!"

Fang Ruoxi nodded, "That's fine, let's record the song. We might not be able to finish recording it in one night."

"By the way, Brother Li, how's your foreign language level? Can you pronounce it like a native speaker?"

Li Ming: "...?"

Wang Liping: "???"

Zou Rong, quick-witted, speculated, "Do you want to write a 'highbrow' foreign language song and then suddenly appear on this month's hottest chart? Or are you going to sing a foreign language version of 'The Lone Warrior' and then diss those music critics who say your song is uncultured?"

Wang Liping: "What foreign language version? What's the point of a foreign language version! You don't really think that just because you sing it in a foreign language, music critics will change their tune and say the song is 'highbrow', do you?!"

Even if you sang in an alien language, they wouldn't buy it!

"Fang Ruoxi! This is a ban! Do you even understand the entertainment industry?!" Wang Liping shouted angrily.

Fang Ruoxi, on the other hand, remained calm and showed no signs of anger. She opened the Western section of the 'Music Hot Chart' on her phone, turned the screen towards Wang Liping, and said, "No, I'm just taking a different route to 'Rome'."

Wang Liping: "...?"