Chapter 145: The God of Songs with the God of Modesty
The repertoire for the upcoming episode of I Am a Singer: Murong Xue performing "Big Event in a Small Town", Zhang Nianwei performing "Rain Love", Xu Zhiqian performing "The Monster", Hu Yanbin performing "Twin Love Songs", Ning Jian performing "If Love Has Will", Yang Zongwei performing "Onion", and Sun Munan performing "Salvation".
Most of these songs were signature tracks of "theirs". Having rehearsed for two weeks and thoroughly prepared, they all passed the test shortly afterward and went to the audience seating to rest.
"Wow! Brother Qian, open up Texun, Sohu, and other websites to check the news right now. This is so satisfying!"
"You're following this too? I'm looking at it as well. I really envy God Qian's fans; their cohesion is so high that they formed a combat force the moment a call was issued. You can't find a second fanbase like this anywhere else."
"I'm so jealous... To have fans like this, I could die with no regrets."
Ren Qian was baffled. He hadn't kept a low profile much lately, but why was the news dragging him into this again?! Damn these bastards, would they die if they didn't use him to boost their web traffic?! Die, seriously?!
"Did another media outlet publish news to smear me?"
Ren Qian slapped his forehead, utterly helpless.
"No, this time your fans are standing up for justice. Around a few million of them formed a cyber army and completely crashed a whole series of websites like Texun and Sohu that used to publish fake news. It got to the point where several websites had no choice but to shut down their news sections. The losses are massive."
Sun Munan clapped in delight.
"Hahahaha... It's too hilarious. God Qian, you have no idea, those websites are practically crying. The impact is too severe. The money lost is probably not just hundreds of thousands or millions."
Zhang Nianwei also found it exceptionally joyful; they had long since grown tired of these news outlets.
"Look at this, this one right here is so talented. Didn't Brother Qian sing a song called 'Say No to Drugs, Gambling, and Prostitution' last time? God Qian's fans adapted the song into 'Say No to Sohu, Say No to Texun'... and it's particularly fun to sing. I can even hum along."
As Xu Zhiqian spoke, he started humming the tune.
"Mentioning 'Say No to Drugs, Gambling, and Prostitution' reminds me of a joke: Just before dying, Zhou Yu wanted to entrust the great responsibility of the state to Huang Gai, but was rejected by Sun Quan.
Zhou Yu was puzzled: 'Huang Gai, as a veteran official of a generation, made monumental contributions to defeating Cao Cao. Why is he not qualified for the position of Grand Viceroy of Dongwu?'
Sun Quan: 'Say no to Huang! Say no to gambling! Say no to Viceroy Huang!' Zhou Yu died of anger."
Ren Qian burst out laughing, never expecting that a song he casually thought of could be twisted so hilariously by netizens.
"God Qian, go take a look. It's too funny, Texun Company has already issued a warning to your fans, saying that if they don't retreat, they will pursue legal action... Hahahaha. It's hilarious, who are they going to sue? Who can they even find to sue?"
"Let's not look at it. Let them make a fuss; it's best to teach those media outlets a lesson."
And so, until Ren Qian finished work that evening, entertainment news media outlets like Texun and Sohu were still stamping their feet in anger at Ren Qian's fans.
The official Texun Weibo issued another stern warning: [Warning to the millions of fans of Ren Qian, your actions have constituted a crime. From morning until night, our company has suffered massive losses. This is a riot by Ren Qian's fans, and we do not rule out incitement by Ren Qian himself. Tomorrow, our company will file a lawsuit in court. Ren Qian, just wait for the court's verdict. Our compensation claims will certainly not be low!]
Upon seeing this Weibo post, Ren Qian's fans immediately bombarded it until the account was suspended.
:"You bunch of morons, you fabricated fake news and reaped massive profits using God Qian, and then what? Then you just tried to slink away! Did Ren Qian ever ask you for compensation?"
:"Now I finally know what kind of company Texun is! It serves you right that your company is losing money this year, serves you right that you're facing financial trouble, with brains like that. Absolute morons!"
:"The entire Texun company is brain-dead, hahahahaha. Too hilarious, you're going to sue God Qian? God Qian will sue you and have you eating out of the palm of his hand in minutes."
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A single Weibo post was filled entirely with abuse, surpassing one million replies in just thirty minutes. The official Texun team never expected this. What was originally meant to be a righteous warning had turned into a laughingstock of a farce.
Texun found itself riding a tiger, unable to dismount.
With no other choice, they shut down their Weibo account late at night.
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It was Friday at 10:20 PM once again—broadcast time for I Am a Singer.
Young viewers all over the country, and even many middle-aged and elderly viewers, were glued to their television sets.
"Grandpa, aren't you going to watch your war dramas? Your Beijing opera?"
"Not watching. I'm going to check out this young man Ren Qian. The God of Songs himself praised him recently, so I want to see just how formidable this kid really is."
"God Qian is super handsome and talented too. Just watch. You won't be disappointed."
...
"Play, play, play! All you know is playing games, you went AFK, hurry up and keep me company while I watch I Am a Singer!!"
"Alright, alright, I'll be a deadweight teammate for once and accompany you to watch I Am a Singer. Actually, I feel like I Am a Singer is a pretty good show. Whether it's the host Ren Qian, the great beauty Murong Xue, or recently Ning Jian and Yang宗玮, they're all fantastic."
"Then are you willing to accompany me wholeheartedly?"
Her delicately figured girlfriend stretched languidly.
"Of course, what is a game compared to that!"
The man puffed out his chest proudly.
............
"You financial drain of a wife, aside from browsing online shopping sites, all you do is browse online shopping sites! Look at all these delivery boxes piled up on the floor, and you haven't bothered to clean them up. I work myself to the bone every day just to fund your shopping sprees!"
A sweating man walked in through the doorway, changed his shoes, and started scolding the moment he saw his lazy wife.
"Oh dear, I..."
"Honey, why don't we watch I Am a Singer? I Am a Singer is starting..."
As soon as those words came out, the man softened his temper. This program was his recent spiritual sustenance; he couldn't possibly miss it.
The I Am a Singer broadcast officially began, starting with a series of everyday footage.
"Hello everyone, welcome to the I Am a Singer stage, and our singer competition segment is about to begin. Earlier, we learned the performance order of the singers. Oh, and by the way, I wonder if everyone still remembers the founding purpose of our show."
With that, Ren Qian brought the microphone to his mouth.
The audience shouted in unison together.
"Stripping away the flashy and gaudy, letting music return to its most essential nature!"
"I am Ren Qian. I have two wishes: First, I hope there is such a paradise on earth, one that holds the notes that most inspire singers, where every time you close your eyes, you can see moving melodies. I searched for a long time, but found it didn't exist, so... I created one myself. Second, for the entire world to hear the music of the Huaxia Empire. I believe that what belongs to the nation belongs to the world, yet the musical strength of our empire lacks the global influence it deserves!"
"Wow! God Qian! God Qian! God Qian!"
"Today, our production team has invited the first-generation God of Songs. Everyone is eager to hear the God of Songs sing, right? Next, the senior God of Songs and I will join hands to bring you a song called 'Relativity'!"
"What... What!?"
Viewers in front of their televisions were dumbfounded...
What is going on here?! The God of Songs is here! And he's going to sing together with God Qian?! (To be continued.)