Chapter Ten: The Emperor Remains Unhurried
Ten o’clock in the morning.
Two pieces of news swept through Yunhai Media like a whirlwind.
The first: the August push by the Music Division had once again ended in total defeat.
The second: Hao Mingxing from the Vocal Department, whose voice was rumored to be ruined, released a new song that, without any promotion, broke into the top fifty of the Newcomer Chart.
Because of these two bits of news, nearly all employees at the company found themselves unable to concentrate on work.
The first was met with resignation.
“Not a single song made it into the top ten of both charts?”
“As expected.”
“The Composition Department is hopeless—needs a complete overhaul.”
“The company should just drop music and focus on film and television.”
But the second news struck many as absurd.
“Hao Mingxing? His song made the Newcomer Chart?”
“He can still sing with a ruined voice?”
“Is that for real?”
“Damn, you guys need to listen to this song—it's incredible!”
“My God, that voice is unreal.”
“It shocked my whole family; Hao Mingxing's voice can still deliver such a song.”
“It must be an illusion.”
The truth was, among the top hundred songs on the Newcomer Chart, nearly all had been promoted by entertainment companies who poured money into advertising.
So for a song with no promotion and no fanbase to rise overnight to such a position—everyone knew what that meant.
Yet many believed that “It Doesn’t Matter” had reached its peak.
After all, a song without promotion has very little exposure.
Other newcomer songs continued to enjoy steady advertising and publicity.
Many thought that without promotion, “It Doesn’t Matter” would most likely drop in ranking.
But!
Soon!
People were astonished to find that, as time passed, the song's rank not only held, it kept climbing.
By eleven o’clock, it had reached number thirty-four.
Many were dumbfounded.
Unbelievable! A song with zero promotion breaking into the top thirty in half a day?
“I don’t understand anymore.”
“My God.”
“Are they out of their minds? Charging so aggressively?”
“Lord, it’s still rising.”
“It’s heading for the twenties now!”
While employees discussed this, Qian Lun burst into the Promotion Department.
He fixed his gaze on the department head and spoke deliberately: “Change the promotion strategy immediately! Allocate fifty percent of all newcomer promotion resources to ‘It Doesn’t Matter’!”
Good results deserve publicity.
There was no way “It Doesn’t Matter” should continue to run naked, so to speak.
The department head was startled. “Fifty percent of resources focused on one song? Isn’t that too much?”
Qian Lun was about to reply—
His phone chimed with incoming messages.
He glanced at them and spoke, “I was wrong just now. Not fifty percent.”
The department head smiled faintly. “I thought so—fifty percent is excessive.”
“No.” Qian Lun’s voice was deep. “I was being conservative. Withdraw all other newcomer promotion resources and redirect them entirely to advertising ‘It Doesn’t Matter.’”
“Are you insane?”
“I’m not. A bunch of useless people—giving them resources is pointless. Might as well not give them anything.”
“I say you’re definitely insane.”
“Take a look at this news.”
The department head leaned in, glanced at the message: “‘It Doesn’t Matter’ has already broken into the thirty-fourth spot on the Newcomer Chart!”
He swallowed.
It took him a moment to recover: “You’re right. The others are useless. Let’s do it—pile all newcomer resources onto ‘It Doesn’t Matter.’”
“Let’s begin!”
Qian Lun nodded.
By noon, employees at Yunhai Media noticed all previous newcomer song promotions had been withdrawn and replaced, across the board, with ads for “It Doesn’t Matter.”
Thus began the song’s full-scale promotion.
...
Back to midnight last night.
Wang Mo hadn’t checked the charts—not because he was unconcerned, but because as soon as midnight passed, the system’s voice rang in his ear:
“Congratulations, host: task completed—released ‘It Doesn’t Matter’ on the music platform.”
“Task reward: Bronze Treasure Chest x2.”
Oh yeah!
Wang Mo clenched his fist, unhesitating: “Open the chests.”
“Based on the host’s current situation, the chests will automatically generate the items most needed... Generating... Complete...”
“Congratulations, host: You have mastered advanced composition knowledge.”
“Congratulations, host: You have obtained the song ‘Invisible Wings.’”
Two chests, two rewards.
The first—Wang Mo felt his mind suddenly filled with a vast array of composition knowledge, elevating his previously amateur skills to an erudite level.
He nodded inwardly. “The system is guarding against me being exposed. After all, I suddenly wrote a song of such quality—someone might investigate. Even though I’ve studied composition, I could slip up. Now, I don’t have to worry about anyone probing.”
How considerate the system was.
As for the second reward—
Wang Mo stared at it for a long time, overwhelmed.
It was that song!
The second bronze chest was more valuable than expected.
Because he knew: this was a song capable of creating legends.
Of course, the version was the original by Zhang Shaohan, not Tengger’s broken-wing rendition.
He replayed the melody in his mind several times.
Even though he’d listened to it for years in his previous life, hearing it again now still moved him deeply.
To sum it up in one phrase: classics never go out of style.
Those songs like “Learning to Meow,” “Skate Shoes,” “Sarilang”—may have been wildly popular for a time, but after two or three months their heat faded completely.
True classics withstand the test of time, growing ever more enduring as the years pass.
He pulled himself back to the present.
He logged onto CloudNet and refreshed the music chart.
He saw that “It Doesn’t Matter” hadn’t made a splash at all.
But he wasn’t worried; he knew the song hadn’t been promoted yet, so it would need word-of-mouth to ferment slowly. If it still performed poorly in a few days, he’d consider other options.
For now, the most important thing was—
Sleep!
Having stayed up so late, Wang Mo was surprised to find he’d slept past ten the next morning.
“Damn, overslept. System, couldn’t you have reminded me?”
Luckily he didn’t need to clock in at work, or he’d be in trouble.
System: “Please note, this system is not an alarm clock.”
“So could you be an alarm clock?”
“In theory, yes.”
“Then it’s settled. Next time I oversleep, just wake me with a ‘ring ring ring.’”
The system fell silent.
It was a system of principle—it refused to be an alarm clock.
...
When Wang Mo arrived at the company, it was just past noon.
At that moment, “It Doesn’t Matter” had just begun its full-scale promotion.
Still unaware of the news, Wang Mo stepped into the Composition Department and found everyone’s eyes fixed on him.
There was shock.
There was confusion.
There was fervor.
“What’s going on?” Wang Mo instinctively glanced down—his zipper was closed.
But soon he heard goose-like cries from Liu Zhengwen’s office.
Unbelievable! The manager was raising geese in his office!
But the next moment, he saw the “goose” rush out—wait, not a goose, it was Manager Liu!
Liu Zhengwen’s eyes flashed green when he saw Wang Mo. “Hahaha, bags, cosmetics... Ahem, not that—Wang Mo, you finally came! I’ve missed you!”
“Manager Liu... I... didn’t miss you.”
Wang Mo sidestepped Liu Zhengwen’s princess hug.
Liu Zhengwen wasn’t bothered by Wang Mo’s avoidance. He glanced at Wang Mo’s expression. “You don’t know yet?”
Wang Mo: “Know what?”
Liu Zhengwen: “So you really don’t know. Let me tell you some good news: your song! The one you wrote! Has broken into the thirty-something spot on the Newcomer Chart. You’ve given me a huge surprise. Hehehe, goose goose goose goose goose~~~”
So that’s where the goose noises came from.
Wang Mo frowned. “Only thirty-something? What’s there to be excited about?”
“You!” Liu Zhengwen scolded, “Only thirty-something? You have to realize, your song had zero promotion and still managed to climb to this rank in just half a day—that’s miraculous. The company has decided to launch a major campaign for ‘It Doesn’t Matter.’ With proper promotion, it will definitely break into the Newcomer Chart top ten.
Top ten!
Top ten, do you know what that means? It means my wife’s handbags... Ahem, it means you’ve created a miracle, and you’ll be a hero of the Composition Department.”
“Oh.” Wang Mo nodded. The top ten of the Newcomer Chart?
It just didn’t interest him much.
Liu Zhengwen saw Wang Mo’s calm expression and thought, this kid is too composed.
It’s like the emperor isn’t worried but the eunuch is.
Pah! Is that really how I should describe myself?