Chapter 154 Anti-Drug Promotional Chorus

"Xiao Wang, why aren't you saying anything?"

"You people who hustle in the business world all day surely know the truth that money makes the ghost push the mill, right? The information is one bargaining chip, but money is something indispensable as well."

"Xiao Wang, let me tell you, opportunity knocks only once, and once lost, it's gone forever."

Ren Qian kept pushing Xiao Wang, leaving the group of Wangyi board members listening on the line with ashen complexions.

For an official to open their mouth and ask a corporation for money—that was definitely biting off more than they could chew!

They absolutely could not let him succeed. Consequently, many of them signaled Wang Qi, one of Wangyi's board members—also known as President Wang, whom the twenty-one-year-old Ren Qian had casually addressed as Xiao Wang—to reply to Ren Qian: This matter was of grave importance and required thorough discussion by the board of directors.

Xiao Wang made an "OK" hand gesture.

"Mr. Ren, your proposal... *sigh*, it's not something I can decide on my own. How about this: let our board discuss it first, and once we've deliberated, I'll call you back."

"Still need to discuss? Hehehe... I've received calls from plenty of media outlets these past few days. If Wangyi fails to seize this opportunity, then..."

Without saying another word, Ren Qian immediately hung up the phone. At times like this, one had to play it cool—super cool.

He had already cast the bait; as for whether the fish would bite... that depended entirely on whether the fish was willing.

...

Ren Qian had another task he cared deeply about—serving as the National Anti-Drug Image Ambassador, but for now, he could only serve as the Anti-Drug Image Ambassador for Jiangnan Province. To become the national ambassador would require the provincial government to submit an application, and there was no telling how long the approval process would take.

Since that was the case, he wasn't going to wait.

His influence was already there anyway, and coupled with Jiangnan Satellite TV's viewing demographic spanning the globe, there was no real difference between being the provincial anti-drug ambassador and the national one.

The most important thing was to make a grand spectacle.

To match the scale of public welfare activities from his past life, and to bestow a "all-star" title upon the public welfare promotional song, Ren Qian made a decision—he would post on Weibo.

[I, Ren Qian, am about to assume the role of the 2016 Jiangnan Province Anti-Drug Image Ambassador. I will be writing a public welfare promotional song to reflect the entertainment industry's shared conviction in the fight against drugs. Of course, this song cannot be sung by me alone, so I will be selecting thirty singers on Weibo to perform it together. Interested singers, please contact me. I will be busy with this matter for the next few days. The deadline for registration is June twenty-first.]

As soon as this Weibo post went live, it was retweeted not only by singers and celebrities, but also by many public figures and netizens who eagerly requested to participate in this public welfare campaign.

"God Ren, we ordinary folks should be part of this promotion too. Why don't you select some loyal fans for a chorus as well?"

"A chorus is a fantastic idea!"

"Thumps up!"

"Must have a chorus!"

Ren Qian saw this comment. His eyes lit up; this was a brilliant suggestion. If he organized a massive chorus...

On the one hand, he could expand his influence during the promotional period; on the other hand, a chorus song was undeniably cool and striking. He had never tried playing it this way before.

So, he replied to that netizen.

"Thumbs up to you. This is an exceptional suggestion. Over the next few days, I will launch anti-drug promotional campaigns at various universities in Jiangnan City and organize mass choruses. Here is a little reward for you: leave your contact information, and I'll send you an autograph."

The netizen immediately replied underneath.

"Oh my god! Am I dreaming? God Ren actually replied to me, and even adopted my suggestion!? And he's going to give me his autograph, ahhhhh... Quick, someone call a pretty nurse to give me artificial respiration!"

"So jealous of the person above."

"Sharing is caring; please cut the autograph of the person above into forty million pieces and distribute them to God Ren's fans."

"Hahaha, that could work, though the postage alone would cost four hundred million."

"Which schools will God Ren be visiting for promotions? I'm going to stake out and catch you there."

"I've decided to trail God Ren for the next few days. Wherever he goes, I go!"

"+1 to the person above."

"+1 to the person above."

...

Ren Qian didn't waste time bantering with them. He directly opened his backend private messages and began sorting through the applicants. There were simply too many—over two thousand...

Ren Qian felt he couldn't handle this himself, so he handed the official Weibo account over to Rolling Poetry's public relations team, instructing them to categorize the influential singers, tier-two celebrities, public figures, and street musicians.

Influential stars with clean records who frequently participated in public welfare activities were selected.

The selection notification read as follows: Hello, XX. You have been chosen as one of the vocalists for the Jiangnan Province anti-drug promotional song. Please leave your specific contact details so the working group can reach you promptly. Additionally, since your participation in this event is voluntary and of great importance, please clear your schedule and do not be absent at critical moments.

Naturally, a selection of tier-two celebrities had to be chosen as well—upstanding citizens with great public images, proper work ethics, no negative records, and promising futures. Their selection notification was largely identical.

As for the thousands of street musicians, the PR department couldn't vet them one by one, so they were uniformly assigned to sing a couple of lines in the chorus...

As for the public figures, they could just show their faces and serve as background scenery.

It was then that Ren Qian realized just how massive his influence—or rather, his pulling power—truly was. A single Weibo post alone was enough to attract A-list stars roaming the streets and tier-two celebrities as common as stray dogs...

Looking back, the once isolated Ren Qian, who could only gaze up at major stars, was now capable of looking down upon the entire entertainment industry.

Forget it, he wasn't at the point of getting carried away yet. Instructing the PR department to arrange his itinerary, Ren Qian buried his head in composing.

This time, he planned to do it himself.

Because he genuinely couldn't find any existing tunes or lyrics he could plagiarize. Still, he wasn't flustered; after all, decades of foundational experience were right there. With a little more time spent polishing, he believed he wouldn't fail his own expectations. Besides, he was thinking of playing around with ancient bianzhong bells.

Just think about it: anti-graft and anti-drug were serious matters to begin with, and when coupled with the resonant strike of bianzhong bells, it would carry an even stronger sense of awakening the world.

A solemn bell of salvation would ring out in the ethereal distance!

It would be like an instant spiritual enlightenment, pulling one back from the brink of the abyss!

How marvelous!

Immersed in his own wild imagination, Ren Qian couldn't help grinning from ear to ear.

Right at that moment, he seemed to catch a clanging, resolute melody and immediately set about recording it. This melody originated from a prison. It was a bleak weekend where inmates engaged in labor reform, and a young man in a prison uniform walked dejectedly amidst the crowd.

His eyes were filled with remorse.

His promising youth and happy family had been utterly shattered because of a single reckless mistake.

Remorse made him mutter to himself, and these words transformed into a hurried, urgent melody—like a chanted scripture, quickening with every step, as if trying to deliver a sinful soul to redemption.

This section didn't need lyrics.

Ren Qian thought to himself, and then continued pondering the tune.

*PS: To my brother "Rainy Night Wandering Alone." An accident happened today; I had a little spat with my girlfriend...*

*Sigh, being an author with such a fragile heart, I'm helpless. I almost couldn't even manage a normal update. Apologies, sincere apologies. Ever since I was reported last time, I've been feeling depressed. Coupled with a cold and headache these past few days, plus the conflict with my girlfriend, I'm practically going crazy.*

*Sorry, taking a deep bow. (To be continued.)*