Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

After a long while, Chen Minghua pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet.

He looked at Zhou Xiaobai and Liu Qianqian with a broad smile: "We predict that this album has the potential to break even higher records, or even... break records..."

He kept listing data, such as the highest domestic record, the sales champion's...

Chen Minghua's eloquence was unparalleled—he invigorated Zhou Xiaobai, thrilled the sound engineer Wu Xiaolin, made the composer Lao Chen red-eyed and embarrassed, silenced Li Jun who wanted to interject, and even widened Liu Qianqian's eyes, who was originally drowsy.

Finally, he concluded: "So, now I want to ask you which song you'll use for the charts."

He finally stopped speaking and handed over the topic.

Zhou Xiaobai nodded, then lowered his head in thought, tapping his fingers on the table.

Everyone else in the office quieted down, waiting for his answer.

"If I had to choose one song to promote, I think 'Little Apple' would be the most suitable," Zhou Xiaobai finally spoke, his tone filled with certainty. "This song is not only unique, but it's also suitable for DJ remixes. It appeals to all ages, is very catchy, and is perfect for opening up the market."

Chen Minghua stroked his chin, seemingly expecting this answer, and nodded with a smile, saying, "That's what I thought too. However, as a chart-topping song, 'Little Apple' might face even greater pressure."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "This song is an extreme. Those who like it can stay up all night dancing to the beat, while those who don't will probably have to cover their ears after hearing just half a line."

Li Jun, who was in charge of distribution, summarized: "Therefore, we need a highlight to attract public attention."

"Then let's create a highlight." Zhou Xiaobai looked up, an idea forming in his mind. "For example, let's compose a music video/dance track that matches it. TV stations should have music programs, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Jun's eyes lit up.

He and Chen Minghua exchanged a glance, both seeing eagerness on each other's faces, yet also a hint of hesitation.

Li Jun pondered for a moment before replying, "Choreography is indeed a good direction. The dance needs to be captivating, so that people can't forget it after watching it once and want to dance along, but it can't be too complicated, otherwise ordinary people won't be able to learn it and it won't spread."

Chen Minghua nodded and added, "What's even more difficult is the choreographer. This dance isn't just about being visually appealing; it has to perfectly capture the high energy of 'Little Apple,' and the movements have to be dramatic, bringing a smile to the audience's face. We need not only professional dance teachers, but even those who understand social psychology—"

"It's hard to find someone like that," Li Jun said with a wry smile. "Academic choreography teachers often focus on technique and aesthetics, and may not be able to set aside their pride to design these kinds of catchy, brainwashing moves. On the other hand, pop music choreographers may not fully grasp the popular and joyful spirit of this song."

Zhou Xiaobai seemed to have already considered this issue, and he suddenly turned his head to stare at Liu Qianqian.

Liu Qianqian was taken aback. What does this have to do with me?

She immediately understood what he meant. She opened her mouth wide and shook her head like a rattle-drum—this was courting death! They actually dared to target her mother.

Ignoring her frightened expression, Zhou Xiaobai looked at Chen Minghua and began to reassure her: "Leave this to me. You guys arrange the filming, and I'll discuss it with Qianqian first."

After saying that, under everyone's surprised gazes, he pried open Liu Qianqian's hands that were tightly gripping the desk and dragged her out of the conference room.

Everyone looked at each other, completely bewildered.

In the small conference room, Liu Qianqian was shivering and shaking her head repeatedly!

This time, Little Tyrant is truly scared!

"Didn't we agree to recruit them once we had enough popularity? What if they leak the secret if we let them in now?" She pressed on with her excuse, adding, "Besides... how could Mom possibly agree to dance like this? If we mentioned it to her, she'd beat us to death."

Liu Xiaoli danced a folk dance, which has artistic elements.

Asking a top-tier dancer like her to perform this kind of trendy and addictive dance is practically asking her to die.

Zhou Xiaobai was exasperated. He reached out and tapped Liu Qianqian's forehead: "You're so stupid. Let Uncle Chen talk to your mother. We won't show our faces. As long as the money is right, I don't believe we can't get through to her."

"But will Mom recognize my voice?" Liu Qianqian still had doubts.

"Your speaking voice is very different from your singing voice. If I hadn't been practicing with you, I wouldn't have been able to tell it was you singing, especially since you're using the stage name Liu Yifei." Zhou Xiaobai continued to encourage her. "Besides, you've never sung in front of them before. You're just humming a few lines. What are you afraid of?"

It was pre-arranged that we wouldn't show off our singing in front of Da Meili.

Liu Qianqian opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but Zhou Xiaobai continued, "Isn't your mother a top dancer? Let her lead the dance, along with your aunt."

He paused, then lowered his voice, "Once you've built up enough popularity points, we'll recruit them. When one of their songs becomes a huge hit, their popularity points will come in handy, right? Plus, they can star in all the subsequent music videos."

Finally, Zhou Xiaobai added a tempting touch, using his ultimate move: "Didn't we say we were going to beat up Da Meili? The sooner we finish, the sooner we can beat her."

These words were more effective than anything else. Liu Qianqian gritted her teeth, a surge of old and new grudges welling up within her, and nodded emphatically: "Then how should the dance be choreographed?"

Zhou Xiaobai rolled her eyes at her. She always called herself incredibly smart, but when faced with a real problem, she acted like a complete idiot: "Are you stupid? You can't even copy the homework right here? I can just draw the dance. Let your mom pick the others from the dance troupe..."

"Okay, let's do it this way!" Liu Qianqian slammed her hand on the table, then suddenly remembered something and glared at Zhou Xiaobai, "Wait—did you just call me stupid?"

"I...I..." Zhou Xiaobai stammered, "Hiss—!"

A sudden pain shot through his lower back, and he swallowed the rest of his sentence.

……

In the conference room,

Without keeping everyone waiting long, Zhou Xiaobai and Liu Qianqian walked in with smiles on their faces.

Zhou Xiaobai looked at Chen Minghua and cut straight to the point: "Uncle Chen, I have some ideas for the dance. I'll draw it out and show you how it fits. As for the choreographer and lead dancer," he glanced at Liu Qianqian, "I don't need to say more about who Qianqian's mother is, right?"

"Of course, our Jiangcheng's calling card, one of the nation's top dancers—" Chen Minghua's words trailed off as he suddenly opened his mouth wide, his breathing becoming rapid, as if struck by something. "You, you mean... let Teacher Liu choreograph and lead the dance?"

He was stunned by his own words.

Who is Liu Xiaoli?

That's a top-notch ethnic dancer who has won major awards. Now you're asking her to dance this kind of pop dance?

Who would dare to think that way? Who would dare to even consider such a thing?

But what if her daughter and cousin were to have the same idea?

Thinking of this, Chen Minghua looked at Zhou Xiaobai and Liu Qianqian with eyes full of light.

Li Jun, who was initially unaware of Liu Xiaoli's identity, quickly whispered to the people around him to inquire.

After figuring it out, he was equally astonished.

Immediately afterward, Li Jun looked excited. If this really came to fruition, the publicity wouldn't just be an added boost, it would be a nuclear explosion!

Thinking of the potential bonus, he and the others in the office quickly exchanged glances, all understanding the determination in their eyes.

This matter must be brought to fruition, no matter how high the cost.