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Chapter 019 Exposed

"Not a person of metal and stone?"

Upon hearing this, the director and producer exchanged bewildered glances, their faces filled with astonishment and disbelief.

It's like you're sitting in a fancy restaurant on a hungry stomach, have the menu in hand and have already chosen what you want to eat, only to be told by the waiter that they mistakenly brought you the menu for the private kitchen next door, and that the private kitchen doesn't offer delivery.

Such a beautiful song, such a catchy melody, and such a perfect match for the poignant mood of their movie theme, yet the lyricist and composer weren't from Jinshi Music.

What kind of nonsense is this?

The producer's complex gaze slowly, bit by bit, shifted to Wang Shihui's face.

He didn't say a word, but the words in his eyes had already become a tangible message:

Teacher Wang, has the threshold for your Jinshi Music Academy reached such a high level?

How come you didn't recruit an author who can write a song of "Painting Heart" at such a high level, and who is so young and talented?

Wang Shihui was stung by that resentful gaze and found himself speechless.

This isn't his responsibility; that's something for the artists and the production director to worry about. He's really being unfairly blamed.

The director didn't care about the intricacies of the situation and grabbed Wang Shihui's arm: "Uncle Wang, my dear Uncle Wang, we want this song. You have to find a way for me today."

After saying that, he smiled at Yang Du and said, "Teacher Yang, oh no, Brother Yang, you absolutely must reserve this song for our crew. We can discuss the terms, and you definitely won't suffer any loss."

Just when things seemed to be looking up, the most important theme songs and promotional songs for the movie were finally settled, not only fitting the theme but also providing a gimmick for promoting the dolphin-like high notes.

Neither the director nor the producer wants any unexpected events to occur at this critical juncture.

The producer secretly regretted that if the penalty for breach of contract in the contract with Kingstone Music hadn't been so high, she would have wanted to bypass Kingstone and sign a contract with Yang Du instead.

Just as several pairs of eyes were fixed on Yang Du, his cell phone in his pocket suddenly emitted a crisp notification sound.

"Ding-dong!"

It's a new message received on WeChat.

Yang Du initially ignored it, after all, they were discussing a big project.

As a result, new messages kept coming in, one after another.

Yang Du frowned slightly, took out his phone and saw that there were dozens of unread messages on the screen.

"Ta-da!"

A WeChat voice call popped up from my roommate, Zhou Feng.

The producer kindly said, "It's probably something urgent. You should deal with it first and don't worry about us."

The director nodded in agreement.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call."

Yang Du smiled apologetically at them, took his phone, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the office, and pressed the answer button.

Before Yang Du could speak, Zhou Feng's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone: "Holy crap, Commander, your identity has been exposed! You're going to be famous!"

Yang Du was taken aback: "Expose what?"

"Weibo! Trending topics, bro!" Zhou Feng quickly explained, "You were photographed in the underground parking lot yesterday when you attended the celebration party, and the photos were posted online. Now everyone knows that you are Yang Du, the producer of 'Flammable and Explosive,' and the author of 'I'm for Love...'. Your Weibo account is Yang Dudu."

Upon hearing this, Yang Du felt a wave of dizziness.

If his identity was exposed on the Beijing Conservatory of Music campus last time, it was at most a regional social death. After leaving the school and integrating into the vast sea of ​​people, Yang Du was still a respectable person and a fine young man.

At least in the eyes of the music industry and the audience, he is innocent, now...

Even their underwear was pulled down.

Although he was mentally prepared for his triple identity as a college junior, producer Yang Du, and romance novelist Yang Dudu to be exposed, he never expected it to happen so quickly and so unexpectedly.

The thought of Tao Cheng's fans and listeners of "Flammable and Explosive" listening to the song while also appreciating his bizarre emotional posts on Weibo made Yang Du so embarrassed that he didn't even have the courage to open Weibo to follow the gossip.

"Commander, this isn't just any fire, it's a massive fire. You have no idea how terrifying it is in the dorm right now; so many classmates have come over to play. Luckily, Jill was quick-witted and let me hide in the bathroom to let you know."

"The noise in the dorm probably won't stop until tonight. You'd better find a hotel to stay in tonight, otherwise you'll definitely be stared at like a monkey when you get back."

Just as Yang Du ended his conversation, Wang Shihui also ended a phone call with Fang Lei.

He looked at Yang Du, barely suppressing a laugh: "You little rascal, you're really going to get serious this time."

The director and producer were baffled: "What's trending?"

Wang Shihui pointed at Yang Du, who was sitting on the sofa looking utterly dejected: "This kid's identity has been completely exposed online, and it's causing quite a stir. You might not know, but our Brother Yang is not only the lyricist, composer, and producer of Tao Cheng's 'Flammable and Explosive,' but also..."

"He's also a master of emotional literature with profound writing skills! That insightful article that Tao Cheng praised late at night was his work."

Yang Du was extremely embarrassed and quickly raised his hands in surrender: "No, no, no, let's continue talking about 'Painting Heart' or 'Life After Life of Falling Flowers'."

Unexpectedly, the producer standing nearby heard this and his eyes lit up. He stared intently at Yang Du and said, "Oh my, so you wrote the article 'I Love...'? It's so well written. I didn't even recognize you because the photos you posted on Weibo weren't full-face pictures."

Yang Du was shocked.

No, Ms. Zhao, what happened to the strong career woman you were promised?

You actually read these kinds of melodramatic stories in private.

The producer said enthusiastically, "You don't know, similar things happen in the investment world."

Upon hearing this, Yang Du was no longer so embarrassed and quickly asked, "Is that so? What are the details?"

The producer said, "That happened many years ago, around '97 or '98..."

"That happened in the last century!" Yang Du couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

The producer, born in the last century, felt offended and rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Do you still want to hear it or not?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please tell me."

"A female boss, who made her fortune in manufacturing, married a handsome man ten years her junior. Not only that, she brought her husband's whole family to live in the city, bought them a house, and helped them find jobs. Everyone says this man is destined for a life of luxury."

"As a result, her husband had an affair and even wanted to bring the mistress's son home, claiming he was adopted. It was absolutely disgusting."

"Wow!" Yang Du exclaimed, clearly an expert. "So what happened next?"

"What else could she do? Of course, she'd have a swift and decisive divorce, leaving the gigolo penniless and kicking his whole family out. Later, the man was burdened with a mountain of debt, and the mistress, disgusted by his lack of ability, packed her bags and ran away in the middle of the night."

"Brilliant!" Yang Du felt a burst of inspiration and instinctively took out his phone to write it down in his notes app.

Just as the group was engrossed in gossiping, the office door was pushed open, and Fang Lei entered with several legal personnel.

"Since all three parties are here, let's sign the contract."