Chapter 46: Unstoppable Momentum

“I am a serial entrepreneur! Eight years ago, I resigned from my job and started a headhunting company with a friend. Later, due to an economic downturn and irreconcilable differences in decision-making, we parted ways. Four years ago, I ventured into the farming industry. Just as I was about to start making a profit, a devastating flood destroyed everything. Not only did I lose all my previous savings, but I also fell deep into debt.

Three years ago, while delivering food to pay off what I owed, I began researching the restaurant business. At last, after clearing my debts and saving enough to acquire a shop, the wave of closures hit physical stores. All the hard-earned money vanished overnight!

Once, I was the only college graduate in my village, holding a respectable position, the pride of everyone’s eyes. But everything changed. In these eight years, I have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, endured endless gossip and pointing fingers. To be honest, not long ago, I even considered jumping from a building. Eight years of striving, and I was left with nothing, unable to find any meaning in life. I thought dying would be easier than living.

But by chance, I heard this song, and it gave me immense courage. Only then did I understand: those people are not everything—my family is my true armor! I am ready to set out again for my dream, fully equipped. To those who treated me coldly, thank you for looking down on me; you’ve made me live with my head held higher and with greater brilliance. And to those who truly understand me, thank you for accompanying me all the way!

I hope that one day, as the song says, I can break the chains of fate and wait for an oasis in the desert…”

This was a comment left by a netizen. Scenes like this are quietly unfolding in many places.

On August 2nd, “Boundless Seas and Open Skies” was downloaded 580,000 times, and “The Prose Poem My Father Wrote” reached 690,000 downloads. On August 3rd, “Boundless Seas and Open Skies” hit 840,000 downloads, and “The Prose Poem My Father Wrote” 1.01 million. In just three days, the two songs soared directly to the top 10 of the Newcomer Chart, with “The Prose Poem My Father Wrote” at number one, and “Boundless Seas and Open Skies” at number two.

Judging from the July Newcomer Chart data, if the quality of the other songs remains the same as in July, these two songs have already secured the top two spots for August in advance. Instantly, the entire internet was in an uproar!

A newcomer, with two songs, simultaneously occupying the top two positions of the Newcomer Chart—such a feat, if not absolutely unprecedented in the music history of Blue Star, is at least exceedingly rare.

Xinghai Media, after listening to these two songs, fell silent. They had planned to wait for Xingcheng Entertainment’s new releases and then decide how to counterattack, even preparing songs for a direct showdown. But now, it seemed utterly pointless. These two songs were unstoppable! Compared to them, they looked like nothing but a joke.

In stark contrast, Xingcheng Entertainment was in a state of exuberant celebration.

“Mr. Su!”

Luo Jiaxing and Qu An’an looked at Su Chen, their faces full of excitement. Of everyone, they were undoubtedly the most unable to contain themselves. As newcomers, their debut songs had taken the top two spots on the Newcomer Chart, and with overwhelming dominance! This was beyond anything they had ever dared to dream.

Those trainees who once entered the program with them were still trying to curry favor with songwriters for a single track, while Luo and Qu had already reached the land of dreams in the eyes of their peers. Though this was just the beginning, it was already a height most trainees could scarcely hope to reach in their lifetimes.

They still remembered the envious looks in everyone’s eyes when their debut was announced, the look of regret on Yu Baiwei’s face for having once turned down Su Chen, and in recent days, the stunned expressions as the charts updated again and again—they had become numb to it all!

All this pride belonged to the man before them—Mr. Su. A composer of extraordinary talent.

When Su Chen saw them enter, he nodded and gestured for them to sit wherever they liked. The meeting room was nearly full.

“Su Chen, your contribution this time is beyond measure,” Wang Yan began, immediately acknowledging Su’s achievements. “Whatever requests you have, just say the word. As long as the company can manage it, we’ll do our best to fulfill them.”

Now, Su Chen was the company’s golden boy. Frankly, he alone could hold the line against thousands—he had to be treasured.

Su Chen shook his head. “I have no requests for now.”

Wang Yan was not surprised; he knew Su Chen was not one to become arrogant with favor.

“Given the current situation, we can basically confirm our grip on the chart,” Wang Yan continued. “I’ve listened to the other songs on the list—they’re not on the same level as ours. Even if something unexpected happens and we don’t end up first and second, we’ll definitely still be on the list! So, I can say that Luo Jiaxing and Qu An’an have already succeeded in their debut.”

Hearing this, both Luo and Qu’s faces lit up with joy. Qu was a bit more reserved, while Luo’s expression could barely be contained, so much so it seemed it might leap off the screen. To them, good results were of course delightful, but the boss’s recognition was just as important.

Seeing their reactions, Wang Yan smiled slightly, then shifted the topic.

“But I wonder—shouldn’t we strike while the iron is hot?” As soon as Wang Yan said this, Su Chen instantly understood his meaning.

So, it was more songs he was after! How eager could this boss be? Where was his composure?

Sensing Su Chen’s look, Wang Yan’s face grew a bit warm, but he quickly regained his poise. For the sake of the company, what did pride matter? If Su Chen could provide a few more songs, he’d gladly set aside his dignity.

“If these three songs perform as well as expected, will I be able to advance to Silver Composer?” Su Chen didn’t answer Wang Yan’s question, instead raising the matter he cared about.

“Hmm…” Wang Yan pondered. “If it were up to me, of course you could be promoted. After all, one of your songs is already in the top ten of the Popularity Chart, so qualification isn’t a problem. But, ultimately, we’re not the judges. My advice is to accumulate a few more songs, to be on the safe side.”

Su Chen was speechless—there it was, the old fox still trying to squeeze something out. But he knew Wang Yan wasn’t wrong. Composer rankings are assessed monthly, and the criteria aren’t exactly transparent. Better to have more work in the pipeline, just in case. Otherwise, missing August’s assessment, he’d have to wait until September.

He pretended to consider. “Alright. I’ll try to get a few more songs out before the August chart refreshes.”

Wang Yan’s heart skipped a beat. A few more songs? By August? I only hoped for some extra achievements, not necessarily so soon. For you, does producing songs come as easily as turning your hand? So simple?

But this only confirmed his belief—Su Chen truly had many songs up his sleeve! The thought made his heart race, though outwardly he remained calm.

“Good, then I’ll give you full authority. You take charge of this. If you run into any trouble, come to me at once.”

At this point, Wang Yan was clear. He would no longer insist on who Su Chen should write for—if not Wu Di, then anyone else was fine. It was all for the company’s benefit, so there was no need to fret.

The meeting ended on a cheerful note.

When Su Chen returned to the composition department, he was greeted with cheers and congratulations. He responded with a smile.

Suddenly, he remembered something an artist in his previous life once said: “When you haven’t made it, everyone around you is a villain. When you succeed, everyone is a good person.” How true!

Now, the members of Group Two in the composition department saw Su Chen as someone on another level entirely—a level they could only look up to. Because Xingcheng Entertainment had won this battle, they all shared in the glory.