Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Lai Ming was born on Hong Kong Island, and his English level was almost on par with his Mandarin level.

That's why he didn't approve of Fang Ruoxi's idea.

Creating a foreign language version of a song is not as simple as translating it word for word.

Creating the same song in a foreign language is equivalent to rewriting the lyrics.

Li Ming believed in Fang Ruoxi's ability to write lyrics and compose music in Chinese, but could she handle it in foreign languages?

Let's not even talk about her. Among the "Big Three" music composers, so many songwriters and lyricists work themselves to the bone to study foreign languages, just to try and make money on the European and American music charts, but in the end, they all fail and sink.

“Learning a foreign language and writing songs in a foreign language are two different things,” Li Ming said, stating the facts without any ulterior motive.

The harmony between musical notes and language is something that countless lyricists and composers dedicate their lives to studying.

He didn't believe Fang Ruoxi could break this 'law'.

Wang Liping said, "Tianyin, how many songwriters are constantly studying foreign languages, but look at the European and American music charts, how many songs by Asian songwriters have actually made it to the top?"

Fang Ruoxi did not argue; she simply picked up the A4 paper from the table and handed it to Li Ming.

"Let's see, Brother Li."

Li Ming was somewhat annoyed. When working, the worst thing is to encounter someone who is arrogant and conceited.

Especially when you try to reason with her, she completely ignores you and insists on doing things her own way, finally pulling out a lump of... SHIT!!

These lyrics?!

Who the hell wrote these lyrics?!

On a flat A4 sheet of paper, elegant cursive English letters form a wonderful foreign language song.

[W: You know, the bravest souls.]

【W: Are wearing all their bruises, scars and wounds, they're all on show】

hiss!

This tastes just right!

Just by looking at these two lines of lyrics, Li Ming's opinion changed by three points.

Look further back.

【W&M:Not every hero wears a golden crown】

【W&M：Or hears the sound of glory from the crowd】

【W&M: Who said heroes can't be found here on the ground】

Upon seeing this, Li Ming slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Great! This is a wonderful revision!"

However, for a wildly popular cross-language cover song, the quality depends 50% on the lyrics and 50% on the singing.

The lyrics of this song moved Li Ming, but could he sing it?

Some people speak fluent English, but when they sing foreign songs, it sounds a bit strange to foreigners.

Don't underestimate this "something's weird." When it comes to music charts, people won't buy into it.

Fang Ruoxi stood up. “Lonely Warrior is different from the Mandarin version. It needs a female voice to ‘lay the foundation’ at the beginning. So, I’ll sing it once first, and then you’ll understand the feeling.”

With that, she walked straight into the recording studio, leaving the group of people staring at each other blankly.

"What 'base layer'? Brother Wang, do you know what that means? Haven't we recorded 'The Lone Warrior' over and over again until it's worn out?"

"What other tricks can you come up with?" Zou Rong asked blankly, like a silly deer.

Wang Liping leaned over to take a look at the lyrics of that English song.

If they see an unfamiliar word, they have to take out their phone to look it up.

He's from Hong Kong, but he's not. His English is only good enough to barely understand the lyrics; he can't truly comprehend or empathize with them.

As the interlude of "The Lone Warrior" began, Fang Ruoxi gently closed her eyes.

1.

2.

3!

Immerse yourself in this song.

The moment he spoke fluent and authentic English, the people outside all knelt down in awe.

A true example of 'opening one's mouth and kneeling'.

Zou Rong turned to Zhang Xiaomeng in shock, "Your sister has this ability, how come you've never told me? Aren't we buddies?"

Zhang Xiaomeng was even more confused than him, because her Ruoxi had never passed English in high school!

But who's in this recording studio?

If you close your eyes, someone who doesn't know better might think there's a foreigner standing inside!

These two 'outsiders' were discussing English proficiency. But what alarmed Li Ming was something else entirely.

Fang Ruoxi's English rendition almost completely transformed "The Lone Warrior" into a different song altogether.

The opening performance brought a completely different feeling!

In the recording studio, the song reached its climax, but the processing here returned to the original, with the female vocals immediately shifting from dominant to secondary.

Li Ming slammed his hand on the table. "Good!"

When Wang Liping saw Li Ge's expression, he knew that once he was about to sing this song, nothing could stop him.

Wang Liping resignedly took his phone and walked out.

"Brother Wang, where are you going?"

Wang Liping said wearily, "Go and study the popular song charts in Europe and America, and find out if there are any ways to help promote this song there."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaomeng immediately followed him out, openly 'stealing' his skills.

Meanwhile, Li Ming had already quickly familiarized himself with the lyrics and walked into the recording studio with great excitement, ready to start recording.

……

Every morning at eight o'clock, Zhang Shiwenjun, the "Empress Dowager" of Tianyin Records, would go to the chairman's office at the Tianyin Records headquarters.

At 8:00 AM sharp, the assistant will place a pot of herbal tea on the office desk. Monday's tea is lily and schisandra, Tuesday's is rose and jujube...

Today is Wednesday, and the tea is white peony tea.

"Assistant Zhang, the chairman has something urgent to attend to and is currently receiving guests in the small reception room." A colleague from the secretary's office saw Assistant Zhang carrying tea toward the chairman's office and quickly went over to remind him.

Assistant Zhang was just promoted and also lacked experience.

"Ah, then I'll put the tea on the heater."

The secretary objected, saying, "How can that be?"

"Pour it out. You can brew another pot when the chairman comes back."

Meanwhile, in the waiting room on the 22nd floor of Tianyin.

Half of the well-known music critics in the music industry are sitting here. These people have one thing in common: they all criticized "The Lone Warrior" last night.

Footsteps sounded outside the door. The door opened, and a young and beautiful lady and a handsome man helped a kind-faced, silver-haired old lady into the small waiting room.

The old lady wore a dark blue haute couture cheongsam with subtle embroidery of peonies, and a full-color imperial green jadeite necklace around her neck.

Last year, at the world's top auction house, Bosten Auction, this necklace was sold for 60 million yuan to a mysterious buyer.

Upon seeing the arrival of Tianyin's "Empress Dowager," these music critics, who used to be arrogant and bossy, all stood up in unison, their movements as synchronized as a ceremonial guard.

Zhang Shiwenjun has a kind face and a smile that makes people feel good and want to get closer to her.

"Chairman Zhang." That's what everyone calls him.

With her granddaughter's help, Grandma Zhang sat in the main seat, and only then did the others dare to sit down again.

"This is my granddaughter, Zhang Hanyu," the old lady said with a smile as she introduced her to everyone.

“This is my grandson, Zhang Junyu,” the old lady said, pointing to the handsome man.

"Upon closer inspection, it's clear that Miss Zhang and Mr. Zhang are truly exceptional individuals," remarked a gray-haired music critic.

"'A gentleman never partes with his jade without good reason,' Young Master Zhang, you have such a distinguished bearing, you really know how to name things!"

The 'Old Buddha' of Tianyin smiled and replied to each of them: "Not at all, Mr. He is too kind. We are just juniors and need your guidance."

"Not at all, not at all, these are trivial matters, nothing to worry about," one person said.

"To be fair, it's not worth making such a fuss."

"Not at all, just introducing two younger members who are about to take over the family business to you all. Here, Hanyu and Junyu," the old lady said with a smile.

Zhang Hanyu and Zhang Junyu maintained a proper demeanor, unlike the self-important young masters and ladies outside.

Regardless of what they were thinking, the two of them showed no sign of it on their faces and greeted everyone present with utmost respect.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two called over their respective assistants.

The assistants were carrying gift boxes, dark red in color, which looked very high-end.

"This is just a small token from a junior like myself, nothing more," Zhang Junyu said, waving his hand to signal his assistant to present the gifts to the music critics present.

The "Empress Dowager" of the Zhang family fiddled with the imperial green jade bracelet on her wrist, watching the younger generation do their work, but smiled without saying a word.

Miss Zhang, however, personally walked up to these well-known music critics and presented them with gift boxes with a smile.

The gift box was labeled 'Yunnan Pu'er Tea'. Perhaps it was because Miss Zhang was so beautiful and had such a lovely smile, but she took the gift box and, for reasons unknown, opened it on the spot.

Looking inside, there was no Pu'er tea cake at all; instead, laid out on the silk brocade was a palm-sized, pure gold toad.

One like this, based on today's gold prices, would be worth at least 30 yuan.

"Hey, I remember someone telling me that the current editor-in-chief of The Sound of Music is a returned student who studied in the US. Now it seems that's really true. Look at the habits of foreigners." An elderly gentleman with gray hair looked down on this person.

Everyone had been talking about lofty topics, but this guy opened the box and the whole room reeked of money.

Wang Congrui was the youngest and least experienced among these music critics, so being spoken to like that made him blush.

However, the "Old Lady" smiled and came to his rescue, saying, "I subscribe to The Sound of Music. Recently, the magazine has had a completely new style, which must be due to Mr. Wang's youth and talent."

Wang Congrui was filled with trepidation and was about to take the opportunity to chat with the Empress Dowager of Tianyin when he was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

"Please come in," Zhang Hanyu said on behalf of her grandmother.

An employee of Tianyin rushed in, ignoring the others in the room, and went straight to the old Buddha sitting in the main seat, leaning down to whisper a few words in his ear.

Zhang Shiwenjun's expression remained unchanged. She raised her hand and waved it slightly, and the man quickly left.

Grandma Zhang put on a friendly smile again, looked at Wang Congrui who was sitting upright, and asked, "Mr. Wang, how much influence do you have on the Western pop music charts?"