Chapter 101: Who Writes Songs Like This Anyway?

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As the thought crossed his mind, the photographer pressed harder on the door. The camera was recording the whole time they knocked, and the photographer’s assistant quickly carried the camera over to their side.

“I remember Teacher Lin didn’t lock the door, so we have no choice but to go in and take a look. We’re recording in advance; if something really happens, this will prove—”

“Prove that we’re not Zhang Yang’s fans, that we’re not behind any sabotage.”

The photographer took a deep breath, then suddenly pushed the door open. The noise startled Lin Ze inside.

The three of them exchanged glances in silence.

Inside, Lin Ze sat before his computer, headphones on, one hand on the keyboard and the other on the mouse.

“…What is it?” Lin Ze cleared his throat and took off his headphones.

The photographer opened his mouth to scold but ended up turning his anger into a look of grievance.

“Teacher Lin, what kind of headphones did you buy? The noise isolation is too good. We knocked and called out to you, but you didn’t hear a thing?”

“Ah…” Lin Ze smiled sheepishly, “I was too absorbed, really focused. I had the volume a bit loud—I was listening for footsteps…”

“Well then, it’s noon now. As an apology, lunch is on me!”

“Ah…”

…

At noon, Lin Ze called Su Zitan, but she was still in a meeting when he phoned.

It was already mealtime, yet the meeting dragged on.

Lin Ze shook his head helplessly and went with the two photographers to find a Chinese restaurant on the street.

There was no other way; although Zitan’s condition was improving, there were still rumors spreading within the company.

The loudest one was that Su Zitan was about to break into the entertainment industry, and the company was already looking for someone to buy it.

With such talk going around, the entire company was restless, as if everyone felt their jobs might be gone in a few days.

Zitan’s salary was not low, so this meeting was unlikely to end in a dismissal.

The three hurriedly finished their meal; Lin Ze ordered two more dishes to take away.

Then he carried the food and, with the photographers, headed to Zitan’s office.

Upon reaching the floor, they found six or seven people gathered by the elevator doors.

From their stance, it seemed they were secretly watching the people inside Zitan’s office.

“What are they doing?” Lin Ze asked curiously.

“Watching Sister Zitan; she’s so beautiful!”

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“Is that so?”

Lin Ze leaned in to look, and the meeting was finally nearing its end.

Someone standing next to Lin Ze felt he was in the way, turned to look, and was stunned.

“Lin Ze! Ah! The real Lin Ze!” the person exclaimed.

“Shh, keep your voice down. The meeting’s still on; don’t disturb others’ normal work,” Lin Ze said.

Upon hearing his voice, they immediately lowered their volume.

“Brother Lin, aren’t you filming a show right now?” someone asked out of curiosity.

“No, Sister Zitan hasn’t eaten yet, so I brought her lunch. You shouldn’t follow her here. This is the company; if you block the entrance, you’ll block her luck,” Lin Ze replied calmly.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“We just wanted to see her and maybe get an autograph…”

“But Sister Zitan’s still in the meeting, and she looks much more serious than on the show…”

“Didn’t expect Sister Zitan to be so dedicated at work.”

Hearing their words, Lin Ze smiled and looked at them with a streetwise gaze.

“Good that you know. Do you think I’m like the person on TV?”

“Honestly, if I see someone I don’t like, I just hit them and then throw money at the problem.”

“…”

“Hey? Who’s filming this? Delete it right now, or I really will hit someone!”

Lin Ze noticed someone secretly recording in the back.

The meeting finally ended, and everyone dispersed. Many saw Lin Ze as they left.

This meeting was also open to outside employees, so not only were the doors open, but the curtains on the glass walls remained drawn.

Su Zitan saw Lin Ze there and was the last to come out, heading straight to him.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to stay home and write songs?” Su Zitan took the food Lin Ze brought her.

Seeing that neither dish had chili, she pursed her lips.

“Why the pout?” Lin Ze said irritably. “I knew you’d complain. Your voice’s already hoarse; you still dare to eat spicy?”

“Heh heh,” Su Zitan chuckled.

The fans nearby, watching their idol’s interaction up close, were a little envious.

“And your fans,” Lin Ze shook his head. “I signed for you all, but you mustn’t come again. Next time you show up, security will carry you out. This time I’m serious.”

“Okay!”

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The song “Invisible Wings” hadn’t even been promoted yet but shot straight into the top five.

And at this moment,

The official media called it out!

“Each of us has a pair of invisible wings that will carry us toward the sunlight.”

“@Singer Lin Ze, @Li Xiyan.”

Being called out publicly means only two things:

Either you’ve done countless wrongs and are beyond redemption,

Or you’ve done something truly worthy of praise.

Obviously, this song was being praised.

This kind of publicity was far better than Zhang Yang and his crew bragging wildly in their fan groups.

Li Xiyan, usually stuck in the second tier, was now truly on the path toward the top tier because of this song.

Lin Ze also received many private messages from top-tier singers at this time.

But buying and selling songs isn’t like buying groceries; once you’re in the market, there’s plenty to choose from.

Lin Ze replied to them all, saying he really had no time lately due to participating in this new show and had no energy to write extra songs. He’d deal with that after the show.

He had to be a bit reserved; if you have too much, it loses value.

The two songs released in the past half-month dominated the charts.

The music industry had recognized Lin Ze’s talent, and the regard for him was rising endlessly.

That afternoon, Lin Ze took the two photographers to tour the company he was still building. He noticed many people had been hired and work had already begun.

They were already taking Phoenix Park to handle commercial performances.

Speaking of which…

When would “The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style” be given to them?

The two photographers also filmed Lin Ze playing instruments in the recording studio.

And so, the day’s filming ended in a blur.

Who writes songs like this?

Could it be that the works were already prepared beforehand?

The director fell into deep thought.

Lin Ze was hyped up so much; surely he wouldn’t flop right after the first performance…