Entertainment: Starting with a Song of Rice Fragrance

I listened to Zheng Ning's "Tornado" accompanied by piano.

Without saying a word, Zhao Lu canceled the celebration party, took a taxi back to the company, and began arranging the next steps.

Then the sound engineers and others in Shuncheng were in big trouble.

I was woken up in the middle of the night by a phone call and told to go to the office to work overtime.

The overtime work involved recording Zheng Ning's "Tornado".

Zheng Ning himself also came to the company. Thanks to the sound field controller, he had been sleeping very well at night. In addition, he was a young man in his early twenties, so he was full of energy even in the middle of the night.

Thanks to the emergency overtime work of the colleagues at the Shuncheng branch, "Tornado" was finally recorded before 9 a.m.

"Ah~"

The sound engineer, Lao Zhang, yawned deeply and pressed the end button.

When he received a call at 2 a.m. last night asking him to get up and record a song, he initially refused.

However, after Zhao Lu said that she would definitely report their overtime performance to their leaders and convert it into a considerable amount of overtime pay.

Old Zhang reluctantly got up and listened to the recording Zhao Lu had made of Zheng Ning's "Tornado" during a phone call.

After listening, he was instantly wide awake!

"This song is so good, damn, it would be a waste not to record it and upload it right away!"

Now I'm listening to the finished product of the song.

Although he looked tired, he also had a very gratified smile on his face.

The dozen or so colleagues around him who were recording and coordinating the music all looked tired but also very satisfied.

After all, I had never tried this before, recording a song in 7 hours straight overnight.

But they also saw the quality of the song and were amazed.

Zheng Ning didn't waste any words and quickly sent the song file to Zhao Lu, who then arranged for it to be uploaded to the January New Song Chart on Feixing Music Network.

"Teachers, you've worked so hard! Tonight it's my treat, I'll treat everyone to a good meal at Da Shun Fa!"

Zheng Ning bowed deeply to his colleagues who had worked with him all night and extended a generous invitation.

During this period, he earned quite a bit through revenue sharing from downloads of "Rice Fragrance" and "Chengdu".

The two songs earned a total of nearly 130 million yuan, of course, this is before tax and after tax, the net income was more than 90 yuan.

Not only did they pay all of my father's hospitalization fees for cerebral infarction and the cost of imported new drugs, but they also used all of it at once.

He even bought his mother the mink coat that she had wanted for a long time, which cost over 1 yuan, and installed air conditioning in his sister's dormitory at school. He can be described as a very generous big shot.

"Yay, Xiao Ning, you're so kind! No other singer has ever been this polite to us behind-the-scenes staff before..."

Old Zhang looked at the young man in front of him with great satisfaction. Although he was very talented and had excellent singing skills, he always had a shy smile like a big boy.

He had seen too many talented singers who became famous at a young age, and how arrogant they became after achieving fame.

They were all arrogant and looked down on the behind-the-scenes staff, speaking in a condescending manner and showing no respect whatsoever for senior employees.

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After sending the song to Zhao Lu, Zheng Ning yawned, took a taxi home, and went to sleep.

Sister Zhao said she would help him ask for leave from the composition department, so he doesn't need to go to work today.

Back home, Zheng Ning turned on the sound field controller and slept until 2 p.m. in an almost completely quiet environment.

It has to be said, young people are really resilient.

I only slept for 5 hours, but I feel like a hero has returned to normal.

"Ah~"

Zheng Ning woke up in bed and stretched.

Then, as usual, I picked up my phone and saw that it was only 2 p.m.!

Then he opened Feixing Music Network to check the current ranking of his songs.

"Wow? That's impressive. 'Seven Mile Fragrance' has already been downloaded over 8 times? What day is it since it was uploaded? Oh, it's the 5th day..."

Satisfied with the result, Zheng Ning then looked at the song rankings.

1098th place.

"Hey, we're almost in the top 1000! Last time I saw it, it was only 1187th. It's jumped more than 90 places in just one day! The future looks really promising!"

"However, it's also clear how fierce the competition is now in the realm of official singers."

He yawned and recalled the situation of "Rice Fragrance" during this time last month.

He also recalled that on December 7th, Daoxiang had been downloaded a little over 80,000 times, and its ranking was already 14th.

Now, even with over 8 attempts, it's still less than 1000th place.

"Tsk tsk... The music scene on Earth is a deep and murky place! It's full of hidden talents, and I, a mere lamb among wolves..."

He stood up, quickly dressed, and was about to go out for breakfast.

But then I suddenly realized it was already afternoon, and my biological clock had almost been messed up.

He took some vegetables and leftovers from yesterday from the refrigerator, heated them up haphazardly, and ate a few bites.

Then, while eating, I remembered that I had uploaded a new song that morning.

"Yes, let's also see how 'Tornado' fared!"

Zheng Ning thought for a moment and then turned on her phone.

But no matter how far he scrolled down the charts, he couldn't find the song's ranking.

It wasn't until it dropped to over 18000 that I saw the name "Tornado".

"Heh, 4 hours and 57 minutes, 2855 downloads?"

He touched his smooth chin, unsure whether this number of times was too many or too few.

"I guess that's a lot. After all, I'm only famous for my songs, not for myself. Apart from the locals in Shuncheng, there probably aren't many fans who remember me."

He shoveled large mouthfuls of rice into his mouth as he thought to himself.

"But for a newcomer who has just debuted, this should be considered a pretty good number of downloads, after all, the company has not yet started to promote it heavily, while 'Seven Mile Fragrance' has already been promoted for several days."

"Ring ring~"

Just as Zheng Ning was lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang.

"Feed? Sister Zhao, oh, I'm awake. I'm having lunch. What's up?"

"Weibo? Oh, I have a Weibo account, but I haven't used it in a very long time. Why?"

"Okay, I'll send you my account name right away. You can help me apply for a verified account, right? Sure, that's good. As a professional singer, having my own Weibo account is essential."

Zheng Ning didn't even have time to eat; she immediately opened her Weibo account and entered her password several times before finally logging in.

He created this account during his freshman year of college, when Weibo was just becoming popular. Apart from a few classmates and old friends like Zhao Gang and Zhu Kai, no one else followed him on it.

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Lu frowned after receiving the message from Zheng Ning.

"The most handsome man in the world? Is that a really that imposing name?"