Chapter 137: The God of Songs' Fan, Passion Still Burns

"Have you heard? This latest online smear campaign and discussion targeting Ren Qian actually brought the first-generation God of Songs out of retirement! I originally thought Ren Qian was in deep trouble, but I never expected his fans—having known him for merely half a year—to be so fiercely loyal, directly locking horns with the overwhelming horde of trolls across various forums!"

"I know about this! I know about this! There's a thread on the Ren Qian Subreddit with tens of millions of comments, entirely made up of both sides bashing each other with explosive hostility. Rumor has it that some netizens even started doxxing the trolls and leaking their personal information, which is the only reason the trolls backed off a bit."

"Crap, backed off? They didn't even dare to act arrogant anymore!"

"What are you guys even talking about?! I'm saying the first-generation God of Songs himself stepped up to speak for Ren Qian!"

Upon hearing this, the group instantly fell silent. What did you say? The first-generation God of Songs stepped up to speak for Ren Qian? What did he say? Filled with curiosity, they immediately cast their gazes on the person who had sparked the topic.

"The God of Songs said: 'This young man's songs have already formed a unique school of their own. The entertainment industry has grown stagnant and stubborn; it needs a great singer to drive re...form. Ren Qian, I hope you shoulder this heavy responsibility, return a clear and upright entertainment industry to the Empire, and let music return to its most essential nature!' Well, I ask you all, are you convinced or not?!"

"Hahaha... This slap in the face is epic! The ones who initially stood out to bash Ren Qian were all those stubborn old dinosaurs from the God of Songs' era. They accused Ren Qian of betraying the will of the God of Songs and corrupting the ancient style... But in the end... the founder of the ancient-style genre, the first-generation God of Songs himself, stepped out to praise Ren Qian. What a divine plot twist."

"The best face-slap of the year."

...

Following the God of Songs' Weibo post, and its subsequent frantic reposting by netizens—especially by Ren Qian's die-hard fans—those stubborn fossils who had initially sworn up and down to insult Ren Qian's musical talent suddenly felt their faces burning with fiery pain.

They couldn't delete their anti-Ren Qian Weibo posts, because deleting them would mean they had a guilty conscience. Yet, the God of Songs' post kept being shared endlessly, clearly bringing utter humiliation upon them.

Combined with Ren Qian's song *The Great Wall*, it was quite literally a lethal weapon to turn the tides. What carried more weight than producing good work?

Only then did the masterminds behind the anti-Ren Qian faction, Mars Entertainment and Imperial Sound Entertainment, realize with a start that it was no coincidence Rolling Poetry Entertainment had managed to monopolize 63% of the music industry's resources and market in just six short months.

It turned out that amidst the long-standing three-way stalemate, Rolling Poetry had been quietly accumulating strength all along. Leveraging Lin Ruowan's comeback, Ren Qian's explosive emergence, Murong Xue's sudden rise, and a batch of newcomers gearing up for action, Rolling Poetry had already built an unstoppable momentum!

Even if Mars Entertainment and Imperial Sound joined forces, the fame and capability of their roster simply could not match up to those two companies combined.

However, the arrow was already nocked on the bow; the two companies had no retreat! Because Rolling Poetry had already grown suspicious of them and had hired a massive wave of paid internet trolls to flood forums, tiebas, and entertainment news comment sections, fiercely battling the two entertainment companies. Anyone attempting to smear Rolling Poetry or its iconic stars was ruthlessly ratioed and blasted right back!

The mastermind puppeteers behind the two entertainment companies were in absolute agony; this time, they had truly lifted a rock only to drop it on their own feet. If they failed to carve out a share of the pie from Rolling Poetry, they would only help Rolling Poetry undergo a phoenix-like rebirth from the flames, seizing an even larger market share!

Don't forget, even the God of Songs had started backing Ren Qian. What would other people think?

People would think that Ren Qian's musical attainments must be exceptionally profound! And that he was immensely talented! Furthermore, his company—Rolling Poetry Entertainment—must also be top-tier in the country!

This was something even the God of Songs acknowledged.

That was simply the mindset of the people of the Huaxia Charter Empire.

Otherwise, how could so many cities eagerly scramble to self-proclaim themselves as the hometown of Guan Yu, the hometown of Cao Cao, or the hometown of Zhuge Liang?

There was even a more absurd example where a certain university put up a banner reading: "Congratulations to our son-in-law for winning the Nobel Prize in Chemistry!"

Such shameless methods of clinging to glory bordered on having no bottom line at all, yet countless people happily bought into this exact routine.

Upon seeing such a slogan, they wouldn't bother inquiring about anything else.

The school must undoubtedly be a prestigious one.

They would break their heads just to send their children in. What if their own child also became a Nobel Prize winner's son-in-law?

With this precedent before them, the masterminds felt their brains were about to explode! It was clearly on the verge of success, so why on earth did the God of Songs suddenly appear?!

Rolling Poetry was definitely going to bask in the reflected glory of the God of Songs this time!

What kind of figure was the God of Songs?

He was a grandmaster of the music world!

A single word from him was like a hurricane sweeping through the industry—even though he hadn't spoken out publicly in fifty years. Yet, his influence had certainly not diminished compared to his prime!

Because the fans of the God of Songs from back in the day had long since achieved monumental success across various industries.

With a single call to action from the God of Songs, a massive wave of influential public figures or corporate chairmen would undoubtedly step up to respond.

For no other reason than the national pride once bestowed by the God of Songs! For the driving force of perseverance once given by the God of Songs! For that lingering sentiment! For that everlasting passion!

Some old friends, without even coordinating, chatted back and forth via text messages and eventually created a group chat—the Tycoons' Club. These individuals, each possessing immense wealth or serving as high-ranking political officials, gathered together because of that shared idol from the past.

Someone sighed with emotion.

"I never expected that fifty years after everything passed, you all still remember the God of Songs."

"If the God of Songs hadn't spoken out in public again, I'm afraid we would never have gathered together like this even until our dying day, right?"

"Time is truly sigh-worthy. Back then, I was just a teenager, and in the blink of an eye, my grandchildren are in their teens..."

"That young man favored by the God of Songs—I went to listen to his songs. *Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies* and *Saying Goodbye to My Ideals* truly captured the exact feeling of my striving youth. That song *Contentment* almost brought me to tears; back then, there was also a girl who accompanied me from having absolutely nothing to wealth beyond measure, but... now she has left me behind."

"Personally, I find *The Great Wall* deeply shocking. For a young man to possess such broad vision and breadth of mind is truly rare. Just this single song already carries the shadow of the God of Songs."

"Since he is a young man approved by the God of Songs, we cannot let him suffer any more grievances!"

"I'll go contact the God of Songs and let him know that his fans' passion is still burning, just waiting for this battle! The music industry is in urgent need of innovation right now! Without good songs, how can we inspire the younger generation to forge ahead?!"

"Right, music can grant people spiritual strength. An era without good songs is a tragedy! Then let us go crazy one more time,哈哈哈..."

"A bunch of old immortals!"

"I have money to hire internet trolls."

"I can contact news media outlets; I have old classmates working in several of them."

"I am a board member of Weibo. If necessary, I can mobilize the programmers to clear Ren Qian's name across the entire Weibo platform."

"Now that's fierce! That's a great way to do it. I can also pull strings in the entertainment news department of our Xun Special Company."

"Looks like I don't need to hire trolls after all. Two powerhouses flexing like absolute bosses—I am truly in awe." (To be continued.)