Entertainment: Starting with a Song of Rice Fragrance

77 Charge forward! New song "East Wind Breaks"!

Time flies like an arrow.

Time flew by and it was already the second to last day of January.

It just so happens that it's Saturday and Zheng Ning doesn't have to work, so she planned to sleep in late.

As a result, two thugs broke into the room early in the morning and dragged him out of bed.

"Still sleeping? What time is it? How can you still be sleeping?"

Zhu Kai pulled him out of bed, and then Zhao Gang handed him the phone.

"Look! Your two new songs have already broken into the top 100! 'Seven Mile Fragrance' is at number 97, and 'Tornado' is at number 105!"

"What?"

Zheng Ning, who was initially irritated by their noise, looked at the screen in front of her and suddenly stopped being angry or annoyed!

"I saw it was still ranked around 140 or 150 last night, how come it suddenly dropped to..."

Zheng Ning rubbed his eyes and looked over again. Sure enough, "Seven Mile Fragrance" was ranked 97th!

"Hehe, aren't you going to thank us? If it weren't for our Shuncheng fan club's last-minute help, how could your ranking have jumped so high all of a sudden?"

Zhao Gang laughed heartily and showed him a huge pile of photos.

"Look, this is the big fan gathering that our Chairman Wang organized yesterday!"

"He booked out my whole bar. Anyone who downloaded two of your songs and got five other friends to download them too, could drink unlimited drinks for free yesterday!"

"My God? Is it that extravagant?"

Zheng Ning was shocked.

Although I know that Uncle Wang is the big boss of a family group, and he has said that he really likes my songs and will support me wholeheartedly.

But who knew they would support us to this extent!

"Look, the download count is still skyrocketing, and it'll probably surge even higher before tonight's deadline!"

Zhao Gang laughed heartily.

He achieved a double win last night, providing support to his good friend while also earning a small profit from Uncle Wang's private event fee. The alcohol sales in one night were equivalent to the previous four or five days.

He had originally offered to waive the fee for Uncle Wang, after all, he was the vice president of Zheng Ningshun's fan club.

But the other party's generosity left him unable to refuse, and he could only silently accept this large sum of unexpected wealth with tears in his eyes.

The two celebrated at Zheng Ning's house for a long time and agreed to come to the bar that night to celebrate properly and stay until midnight to see how far the two songs would go.

Then, under Zheng Ning's urging, they left with their arms around each other, laughing and joking.

After all, it wasn't even 9 a.m. yet, and Zheng Ning had just suffered through the hardships of going to work. She was finally able to sleep in, but they interrupted her like this.

He was about to pull the covers over himself and go back to sleep.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, a crisp system notification sound was heard!

"Congratulations, host! Both of your songs have entered the top 100 of the January New Song Chart. You have completed the mission [Showing Promise]!"

"As a special reward for the host, a [Random Song Treasure Chest] is hereby awarded. Please check it promptly!"

"Hey, yeah, those two interrupted me and I completely forgot I had a mission completed! System, open the treasure chest!"

Zheng Ning was overjoyed and rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"Treasure chest is being opened, please wait."

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained the song: 'Dong Feng Po'!"

"Hey!"

Now, any grumpiness Zheng Ning might have in the morning was completely swept away!

Forget sleeping, get up and have some fun!

He sprang out of bed with a swift movement and immediately started the system to play the program.

However, "East Wind Breaks"...

Zheng Ning didn't understand what those three words meant, but he knew that what the system was providing him must be something good.

But this time it seems the system didn't provide the song itself.

It was actually a segment taken from a concert.

"To celebrate the host becoming a formal singer, the system is giving away an extra 'Live Experience' service, allowing the host to immerse themselves in the singer's live performance, fully understand the singer's singing style and techniques, and experience the overall atmosphere of the song!"

"Oh? System, you offer this service?"

Zheng Ning nodded in satisfaction. This was exactly the kind of functionality a good system should have.

He closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again.

"Myself" is standing on a square stage, surrounded by what looks like a stadium, with at least 20,000 to 30,000 spectators!

They were all holding flashing LED signs and colorful glow sticks, cheering wildly.

Zheng Ning stared intently.

The LED sign prominently displayed the words "Jay Chou," "JAY," and "I will always love you!"

"Oh my god, no way, this song is by that 'Jay Chou' again? So his real name is Jay Chou!"

Zheng Ning curiously scanned the frenzied audience below the stage. The feeling was truly amazing, even more so than the concert he had attended with his ex-girlfriend at the Shuncheng Stadium when he saw Andy Lau!

"Hisself," that is, JAY, who seemed to be being viewed by him in the first person, saw the huge line of words above the back of the stage while greeting the audience.

"Jay Chou's 2004 Taipei Unparalleled Concert"

"So this song was written by him in 2004? And what is Taipei? Is it some city on Earth?"

Zheng Ning muttered to himself, the overwhelming cheers making his eardrums ache. The audience kept chanting "Jay Chou's name," and the cheers and shouts rose and fell, making him unable to even hear his own breathing.

"Thank you so much for the applause and cheers, but I've already sung more than twenty songs tonight. You need to let me catch my breath. Oh, I'm so tired."

"Myself" greeted the audience warmly and familiarly, in such a natural and casual manner, as if talking to family and friends.

"He must be a huge superstar, right? Yet he's so down-to-earth. Compared to those arrogant celebrities on Earth, he's so approachable!"

Zheng Ning could sense the genuine relaxation and love the other person had for their fans, as if they truly treated them as family, acting casually and naturally.

How big of a star must he be, and how much has he accomplished, for fans to be so tolerant and fond of him?

In this way, "myself" chatted with the audience on stage, taking a break for my body and voice.

Behind them on the stage, dancers and set-top staff were running back and forth, taking the opportunity to set up the stage.

He saw many male and female dancers dressed in flowing ancient costumes, and a woman holding a guzheng sat down to his side and behind him, ready to go.

"Ready to begin."

At this moment, a clear notification sound came through the in-ear monitor, and "myself" stopped the awkward conversation with the audience and cleared his throat with two coughs.

"Alright, the stage is set up, and I've rested enough. Next up is a Chinese-style song that I wrote last year. Do you all know the name of this song?"

He held the microphone out of the stage.

"Come on, shout out the name of this song with me!"