Chapter Sixty-Six: Jiang Yun Actually Advertises?

"Mr. Wei, it's been a long time!"

"Ah, Jiang Yun!"

"Mr. Wei, how have you been lately?" Jiang Yun carried two gift boxes.

Wei Meng accepted the gifts without ceremony. "Jiang Yun, your fame is growing by the day!"

"Not at all," Jiang Yun replied modestly.

"So, what brings you here today?"

"I'm here to record two songs."

"Excellent."

Wei Meng led Jiang Yun to the largest, most well-equipped recording studio. Jiang Yun entered, put on the headphones, and stood by the microphone.

Through the glass wall, Wei Meng gave him an OK gesture.

"No promises were made, yet you hold me tighter…"

The rhythmic beat of the drums pulsed, the tempo intense: "A special love for a special you, my loneliness can't escape your eyes. A special love for a special you…"

Jiang Yun finished recording "A Special Love for a Special You," then began recording "Goodbye."

"I will remember your face, cherish the longing you gave me. These days will never be erased from my heart. I can't promise you if I will return, but I will walk on, never looking back—"

The faltering tempo and casual singing style concealed the sorrow of parting.

"OK!" Wei Meng signaled. "Perfect! One take!"

Jiang Yun smiled.

With the master tapes of both songs in hand, Jiang Yun hailed a taxi and headed to the company.

His two cars had been lent out—one to Mao Yi and one to Li Lulu—so he sighed, "Even though I have cars, I still have to take a cab!"

Jiang Yun arrived at the company.

A receptionist stood up. "Boss, you're here!"

"Mm." Jiang Yun nodded lightly. The company now had more than fifty employees.

After Jiang Yun walked past, the young woman receptionist took out her phone, snapped a photo of Jiang Yun's back, and posted it to her social media: "Friends, my boss is actually Jiang Yun!"

As she looked down at her phone, marveling at the flood of likes and comments, a slender, fair hand reached out in front of her.

"Give it to me."

The young woman looked up. "Director Li!"

After a moment's hesitation, she handed her phone to Li Lulu.

Li Lulu opened the album, deleted the photo, then opened the social feed and deleted the post. "Didn't you hear Manager Yu's rule? No private photos of the boss in the company."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the young woman apologized repeatedly. "It won't happen again."

Li Lulu said, "Not only did you secretly photograph the boss, you posted it online. Do you realize that's already a violation of image rights?"

"I'm sorry…" The young woman lowered her head, staring at her toes, tears welling in her eyes.

"This is your last warning."

Li Lulu turned and left.

The young woman was so relieved, she wept for joy.

Li Lulu entered the office. "Boss, what is it?"

Jiang Yun interlaced his fingers and rested his chin on them. "Even though you're managing the company now, you're also my agent. There's something I need you to handle."

"Yes, boss!"

"Go negotiate exclusive streaming rights with He Yong."

"Understood!"

"Here are two new songs." Jiang Yun took out a USB drive and tossed it to Li Lulu. "Give this to He Yong."

"Right away, boss!"

"That's all."

Li Lulu turned to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

She turned back. "Yes, boss?"

"Call Mao Yi in for me."

"Of course!"

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in!"

Mao Yi entered the office. "Teacher, you wanted to see me?"

"How's the album coming along?"

"It's already recorded, just waiting for a release date."

"Let's release it tomorrow, then."

"Tomorrow…" Mao Yi hesitated, furrowing his brow. "Alright, tomorrow it is!"

Jiang Yun asked, "How many copies are you planning to release? And how much did Li Lulu invest?"

"One hundred thousand copies. Director Li invested two hundred thousand yuan."

"One hundred thousand…" Jiang Yun tapped the desk. "That's a reasonable number. Not too many, not too few. If sales are good, you can print more."

"Yes, Teacher, that's what I was thinking as well."

"Release a lead single online first," Jiang Yun advised, his logic as clear as ever. "Do everything in an orderly fashion."

"Yes, Teacher, that was my plan, too."

"Which platform are you planning to use?" Jiang Yun asked.

"I'll release it on whichever platform the boss uses."

"Alright, as long as you have a plan."

Jiang Yun waved him off, and Mao Yi left to get to work on the release.

About an hour later, Mao Yi sent Jiang Yun a link.

Beep!

Jiang Yun opened WeChat, clicked on the link, and listened to the song "Dispelling Sorrow," nodding in approval.

This song suited Mao Yi's voice perfectly.

Jiang Yun opened Weibo and posted an update.

Jiang Yun V: "Mao Yi, artist under Cang Hai Mountain Villa Entertainment, releases his new album's lead single—'Dispelling Sorrow.' Additionally, on November 8th, 100,000 copies of the album will be released nationwide. [link]"

Jiang Yun's Weibo followers were approaching fifty million.

Upon seeing his post, netizens swarmed to the comments.

"Jiang Yun is actually advertising?"

"I know Mao Yi, but what's this Cang Hai Mountain Villa?"

"Have you been living under a rock? Cang Hai Mountain Villa is the entertainment company Jiang Yun founded."

"Jiang Yun started a company?"

"Amazing! Jiang Yun has his own company now!"

The comment section was flooded with this sentiment, but soon the attention shifted.

"Oh my god! Have you listened to the lead single? It's so good!"

"Let me check it out!"

"This song is so rich, so complex!"

"Did you all notice? Lyrics and music by Jiang Yun."

One thoughtful user commented, "What kind of person could write a song like this?"

A well-known reviewer analyzed, "Mao Yi sings 'Dispelling Sorrow' with a voice that truly dispels sorrow! This song deserves to top the original music charts!"

Some content creators began using "Dispelling Sorrow" as material for their videos.

Jiang Yun remained unaware of the online buzz, as he logged off Weibo right after posting the announcement.

Sitting idly in his office, Jiang Yun grew bored and decided to visit the young woman named Xiaoli.

"Mao Yi, give me a ride."

"Sure, Teacher!"

Mao Yi drove the Jaguar, taking Jiang Yun to the hospital.

"Teacher, should I wait for you here?"

"Come upstairs with me."

"Alright!"

The two donned masks and sunglasses.

Arriving at the hospital, the corridors were filled with the scent of disinfectant.

Jiang Yun took out his phone and made a call.

Ring… ring…

"Hello, Mr. Jiang Yun?"

"Xiaoli, which ward are you in?"

"We're in general ward 306."

"Okay."

Jiang Yun hung up and said, "306. Let's ask where that is."

Mao Yi stopped a nurse. "Where is room 306?"

"On the third floor."

"Teacher, it's on the third floor!"

Jiang Yun rolled his eyes. Of course it's on the third floor—306. Where else would it be, the first floor?

"Heh." Mao Yi laughed awkwardly.