With just a few casual words, I've swept the music scene.

"Children who have left home wander outside, without nice clothes or good cigarettes. They finally find a job and work hard, tears streaming down their faces and sweat pouring down their cheeks..."

When this song plays, countless migrant workers far from home shed scalding tears.

A long scarf posted on Weibo by a graduate of a top university completely ignited the internet:

"When I first heard Barbecue Bro's songs, I thought, 'What is this? It's so low-class!'"

"But last night I was with clients until late and drank a bit too much. On my way home in a taxi, the radio was playing BBQ Bro's new song, 'The Child Who Left Home'."

"I don't know why, but I suddenly started crying, sobbing uncontrollably, which scared the driver."

"I cried myself to sleep after I got home. When I woke up in the morning, I vaguely remembered the song, so I went online to find it and started crying again."

"Later I listened to 'The Wanderer's Song' again and cried."

“I feel that the homeless people and children who have left home in these two songs are basically me.”

"Yes, I got into a top university and got a job at a big company. It seems like I'm doing quite well, but what's behind this respectable facade?"

"I used to think that only those within the system had to be obsequious, while those outside the system relied on their abilities. I thought that as long as I was capable, my boss would value me, and I could earn a living and make a name for myself through my abilities."

"But I later realized that wherever there are people, there is a world of its own!"

"No matter how capable you are, you still have to be obsequious to your superiors; no matter how competent you are, you still have to smile obsequiously at your clients."

"Otherwise, the hurdle of thirty-five will make you lose everything you've gained before, and send you back to your hometown to become a nobody in a third-tier city."

"What kind of high-end talent am I? And what gives me the right to look down on migrant workers?"

"They are all just wanderers adrift in a foreign land, just children who have left their homes to suffer far from home!"

This long scarf immediately resonated with countless people, and in no time, countless urban white-collar workers left comments below it:

"That's so true! What makes us high-end? Aren't we just ordinary workers too?"

"At first hearing, one does not understand the meaning of the song; upon hearing it again, one realizes that the person in the song is the one being sung about!"

“Yesterday my dad called me and asked if I needed money. He wanted to send me some, which surprised me. When I asked him, I found out that after listening to the song ‘The Child Who Left Home,’ he suddenly thought of the lyrics and it resonated with me… I cried, really, I cried for most of the night. Then I listened to the song again and it suddenly felt so familiar.”

"To be honest, I was moved by this song. Now I don't think it's lowbrow at all."

Many people had so much to say that they simply posted on Weibo to express their feelings.

Suddenly, the two songs by "Barbecue Bro" resonated with white-collar workers across the internet, who posted about them one after another!

A trending topic quickly topped the list:

We're all just working-class guys, we're all barbecue vendors.

Meanwhile, Barbecue Bro's Weibo account was flooded with comments from netizens. Urban white-collar workers flocked to his comment section to share their thoughts. Barbecue Bro, a singer who mainly targets the lower-tier market, has gained millions of fans among urban white-collar workers!

This person is practically becoming the spokesperson for the white-collar class!

The barbecue guy was completely baffled. Faced with the witty comments from netizens, he didn't know what to say.

"President Fan, what... what should we do? They are all top students who graduated from university, and they speak eloquently. How am I supposed to respond?" he asked Wang Ke anxiously.

Wang Ke laughed: "Just post a simple Weibo response, such as 'Let's work together' or 'The future will be better,' something inspiring and as short as possible."

"Done!" The barbecue guy breathed a sigh of relief.

The singers looked at Wang Ke with stars in their eyes.

so amazing!

Our boss is amazing!

If even an amateur singer like Barbecue Bro can be made famous, then what kind of person can't our boss make famous?

Wang Ke glanced around and noticed that besides the admiring gazes, there were also several expectant ones:

Off-key guy, rapper, lisp girl.

Like the barbecue guy, the three of them were all ordinary people with ordinary skills. Although they had signed contracts with the company, they were completely clueless about what they could do in the future.

Now, however, they see hope!

Wang Ke smiled and said, "Don't rush, you guys. Take your time, learn and practice more, and you'll definitely have your chance to shine in the future!"

"Don't worry, boss! I'll definitely learn it well!"

"Boss, I'm not in a hurry!"

"I will definitely live up to my boss's expectations!"

The three of them immediately got excited.

The other singers were also very excited.

Many of them have been receiving regular training since signing the contract, but haven't had any opportunities, so they can't help feeling anxious and impatient.

Now they're not in a hurry or anxious anymore, because in this culture of upheaval, even someone like "Barbecue Bro" has his day. So how could they, with their good looks and even better singing skills, not have a chance to become famous?

Listen to your boss, and you'll definitely have opportunities!

Our names will surely appear on the future pop star charts!

For a time, the entire company was filled with enthusiasm and vigor.

While they were laughing and chatting, Zhuo Tao at Yuting Culture's place started cursing and throwing a tantrum again:

"I just don't understand, what's so hard about writing this kind of song? None of you can even write a decent one? What the hell are you guys doing here?"

The creators, looking dejected and silent, all muttered to themselves:

If you think it's so easy to write, then you better write one and show it to us!

The simpler something looks, the harder it actually is, don't you understand?

Xu Chen, standing to the side, was almost in tears: "President Zhuo, this can't go on! This barbecue guy not only stole my fans, but he also got all the white-collar workers in the city to be his fans. Migrant workers don't use Weibo, but these white-collar workers do! These days my comment section is full of these people, all coming to curse me! What am I going to do?"

Zhuo Tao was so angry that he cursed, "You're asking me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask?"

Just then, the executive in charge of "The Strongest Newcomer King" walked over nervously and asked, "President Zhuo, we're about to record the finals. What do you think of the arrangements? Should Ran Xin be first, or Jing Song be first?"

"First place?" Zhuo Tao's eyes reddened. "Why did they get first place? Why should the people from Fanfu Culture get first place for a program produced by Yuting Culture? Do we have an obligation or a responsibility to promote them?"

The person in charge was too frightened to utter a sound, muttering to himself:

Isn't this what Beijing TV wants?

What, you dare disobey me?

Zhuo Tao gritted his teeth and said sternly, "I'll give them any number, just not first place! Make up some excuse, like they didn't sing a few notes correctly, or their stage presence wasn't good enough, but whatever it is, I won't let them get first place!"

Turning to his assistant, he said fiercely, "Contact the music critics under my command and have them question whether the songs of Flip Culture have any artistic merit! A true artist should create more elegant works that can be passed down through generations. Apart from a few pop songs and catchy tunes that cater to the tastes of the lower classes, does Flip Culture have any real works of art?"