Rong Yu's words instantly plunged the recording studio into silence.
Qi Su laughed out of anger, "I've been writing songs for thirty years, and it's not the place of a newcor to dictate what I should do."
Ji Yanting looked at the lyrics and suddenly paused, "It does seem... a bit abrupt."
"What do you know?" Qi Su's face darkened. "This is an artistic treatnt. This kind of contrast effect is exactly what I want."
Rong Yu spoke calmly, "Teacher Qi Su, I don't an to question your creative ability. The lyrics are great, and the lody is also wonderful, but if we switch to a pentatonic scale modulation, plus... perhaps it would better reflect the sense of historical weight."
In the recording studio, several professionals also began to express their opinions.
"Indeed, a pentatonic scale would flow better."
"When we were cutting the record earlier, I felt sothing was a bit off. Now that it's pointed out, it all makes sense."
"This main the deserves to be more perfect."
Qi Su's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. "This is the blood, sweat, and tears of my creation. Director Fang, since Miss Rong doesn't agree with this song, I suggest we find soone else."
"The copyright of this song currently belongs to the film production," Director Fang paused and said. "How about this, I'll invite Professor Wang from the Central Conservatory of Music and Mr. Li from the Composers Association to take a look tonight."
Ji Yanting still had to stay to shoot his final few scenes.
Embracing the mindset of "since I'm already here, it won't hurt to watch," Rong Yu followed him into the soundstage.
She sat next to the director, watching Ji Yanting act.
Being stared at by two large, piercing eyes, Ji Yanting's pressure instantly spiked.
In the past, it might have taken several takes to pass, but with Great-Grandma holding down the fort, he passed everything in one take. Before the sky even turned dark, the day's tasks were completed.
"Great-Grandma, is filming interesting?" he asked. "Do you want to recomnd a role for you?"
Rong Yu quickly shook her head, "Watching you act is quite interesting, but doing it myself would be a different story."
Singing was her hobby.
But acting was not.
Taking a look to satisfy her curiosity and knowing what it was all about was enough.
As soon as the two walked out of the set, Ji Yanting's phone rang. From far away, Rong Yu could hear her old son's booming voice: "Lao Er, your Great-Grandma went out with you to your comfort zone, surrounded by people you know. How could she still get ambushed by soone? How are you handling things!"
Ji Yanting looked bewildered: "What happened?"
Old Master Ji said angrily, "Can't you look at your phone? I'm so mad! I don't have ti to argue with you, I'm going to go scold so people!"
Rong Yu got into the car, took out her phone, opened Weibo, and saw her na trending.
Number one trending topic on Weibo:
#Rong Yu Questions Genius Creator#
An audio recording had been maliciously edited and was going viral.
"The lyrics of the whole song flow like water, but the lody, especially here at the beginning... is sowhat disjointed."
Qi Su's angry voice was amplified: "What do you know? This is artistic treatnt!"
And Rong Yu's subsequent professional explanation was completely cut out, leaving only the clip of her supposedly dictating things.
The comnt section exploded.
"Hilarious. Does a newly debuted rookie have the right to question Qi Su? Does she know who Qi Su is? He wrote a song at sixteen that beca a hit all over Asia. A true genius!"
"No works of her own, yet she's bossing people around? Who picked her?"
"I heard she only got this song through Ji Yanting's connections. Is she getting a big head now?"
"Isn't this an insult to the main the works?"
"I suggest the motherland takes the lead in banning this problematic artist..."
"..."
Soon, the hashtag #Rong Yu Get Out Of The Music Industry# was pushed to the trending list.
Those people had nowhere to vent their anger, so they flooded into Rong Ruoyao's Weibo. Her Weibo was instantly swamped with tens of thousands of insults, and her direct ssages were full of vicious curses.
Rong Ruoyao finished shooting a comrcial, and when she saw the ssages on her phone, she was dumbfounded.
"Mom, I'm getting cursed to death." She irritably pulled off her earphones. "Every ti sothing happens to her, I get dragged down and scolded too."
Shen Lin spoke earnestly, "But, every ti public opinion is extrely unfavorable to her, she always manages to turn the tide against the wind. Then, a large group of people who scolded you will co to apologize, thereby turning into your fans. You have to be able to withstand the scolding to be qualified to ride on the coattails of her popularity. Do I still need to teach you such a simple logic?"
Rong Ruoyao pursed her lips: "When will the news of my admission by the Jinghua University admissions office be released? I want to attract fans on my own."
"What's the rush? Wait until school starts, and fans will naturally bump into you and release the news," Shen Lin guided her. "You and Rong Yu are sisters. The haters have already cursed their way to your page. You are usually quite active on Weibo; you could post sothing right now, what do you think?"
Rong Ruoyao didn't want to post anything.
However, she understood Rong Yu very well. A person with her personality would never inexplicably dictate to others.
There would definitely be a plot twist to this matter.
She threw her phone to Shen Lin: "Mom, you post it. Post whatever you want."
Shen Lin shook her head: "I can't be by your side forever. You have to learn to handle these things yourself."
Rong Ruoyao had no choice.
She thought hard for a long ti and posted a Weibo: "My sister respects academics and respects music. To the person who maliciously edited the audio, don't you have a guilty conscience?"
"Your sister's singing skills are just so-so, and so are yours. Don't co here and embarrass yourself too!"
"Daring to indiscriminately change a main the song. Do people like you and your sister, who don't respect originality, deserve to sing a song dedicated to the motherland?"
"The two Rong sisters should both get out of the entertainnt circle..."
Soone even released the demo of the song for the whole internet to appreciate, degrading Rong Yu beyond belief.
The public opinion on the internet intensified.
When Rong Yu returned ho, Old Master Ji and Butler Yu were sitting on the sofa, each holding five phones, frantically arguing with the haters.
"Yingbao," she walked over and said helplessly, "Tomorrow we will release the two audio tracks, and the audience will be able to distinguish which one is better for themselves. The public opinion will defeat itself. Why are you in such a frantic rush?"
Old Master Ji scratched his head: "I'm idle anyway. Scolding them makes feel refreshed. Don't you agree, Old Yu?"
Old Yu's head felt like it was splitting in two.
He originally didn't even know how to type using Pinyin, but he had been forced to train into an octopus tentacle monster, able to curse out three trolls in a minute.
There were too many haters; he couldn't scold them all.
He quickly put down his phone and found a random excuse: "Miss Rong, I'll go over there and see if the sun has set yet."
Old Master Ji: "..."
Rong Yu took away his phones: "Let teach you how to check who released the recording."
She opened her laptop, logged into Weibo, and brought up the developer mode. Lines of code scrolled rapidly in the black window.
"Yingbao, look here," she tried to use simple language. "Every audio file has a unique digital fingerprint, just like human DNA."
She typed a few commands and brought up an IP address tracking map. A red line started from the Weibo server, passed through three jump nodes, and finally stopped at a familiar coordinate.
Ji Yanting frowned: "Isn't this the place we went to today?"
Rong Yu brought up a background log: "Now let's check the device connection records at this specific ti."
The screen displayed the MAC addresses of all the devices connected to the recording studio's network that day. Exactly five minutes before the recording was leaked, one of these devices had uploaded an audio file using a personal hotspot.
Elder Ji's eyes widened. "It was Qi Su! He secretly recorded it on his own phone, edited it, and then uploaded it. Mom, you are incredible!"
Rong Yu's voice was calm and indifferent. "I pointed out his flaws, and he flew into a humiliated rage. That is why he launched this public sar campaign. His petty character is entirely unworthy of his reputation as a genius creator."
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