104: Chapter 104 Three million arrived, and the song seems to be a hit?

It was precisely because of this that the song was smoothly completed in just two days. And in the interim of the recording's completion, Jiang Feng's phone vibrated. The moment he opened the bank SMS, the string of numbers "Deposit 3,000,000.00" made him breathe a sigh of relief—the final payment from the Modu Police Department had finally arrived. Now, the financial difficulties that had been weighing on his mind were temporarily resolved.

"Zhao Mu, this one hundred thousand yuan is yours." Jiang Feng counted out ten stacks of brand new banknotes from the freshly withdrawn cash and pushed them towards Zhao Mu, his voice as calm as if he were discussing an ordinary matter. After all, Zhao Mu was the singer of this song, and this remuneration was rightfully his.

Zhao Mu's eyes immediately widened, staring at the thick stack of banknotes. His hands subconsciously clenched the legs of his jeans, his nose suddenly stung, and his eyes instantly reddened. He was so excited that he could barely speak coherently.

When he came to Modu, he only had two thousand yuan in his pocket, not even enough to pay rent in the city. It was Jiang Feng who took him in, providing food and lodging. Now, just a few days later, he was directly given one hundred thousand yuan—in his small hometown county, that was enough for half a down payment on a house! He had been worrying about next month's living expenses, but now, he had directly leaped into a comfortable life. For a moment, the way he looked at Jiang Feng, his eyes were practically sparkling. This wasn't just an older cousin; this was practically a benevolent father who came to his rescue!

"Older Cousin, you..." Zhao Mu's voice was a little choked up. He raised his hand for a long time, not daring to take the stack of money.

"Take it." Jiang Feng pushed the money closer to him again, but then paused, changing the subject. "But I have to remind you, although you sang this song, the copyright is in my hands. If this song becomes popular in the future, whether it's related income or commercial authorization, it all belongs to me. If you want to sing this song publicly outside, you also have to tell me in advance."

The reason Jiang Feng entrusted this golden oldie, a police-themed song that was popular across the country in his previous life, to Zhao Mu, an unknown newcomer, was actually with a bit of an experiment in mind—he wanted to see how much of a stir even an inexperienced amateur could create in this world with a top-tier work. But it was better to lay down the ground rules first to avoid unnecessary disputes if it became popular later.

"Don't worry, Older Cousin, I understand!" Zhao Mu quickly hugged the money carefully, as if afraid it would fall, and nodded repeatedly. "If I want to sing this song outside in the future, I'll definitely report to you in advance. I absolutely won't mess around!"

"Good, as long as you understand." Jiang Feng nodded, reassured.

"But Older Cousin, that song you wrote, it felt really great to sing!" Zhao Mu, holding the money, his eyes sparkling, was full of excitement. "Especially when I sang those lines 'How many winds and rains, how many springs and autumns,' I felt my whole being ignite, as if I myself had become one of those police officers protecting everyone! This time, it also fulfilled my dream of being a singer. I can't even believe it when I say it, that I could record such a good song!"

Of course, he knew that all of this was due to his Older Cousin Jiang Feng's efforts.

"Is that so?" Jiang Feng leaned on the sofa, tapping the table with his fingertips, and smiled.

"Oh, right, Older Cousin," Zhao Mu scratched his head, still a little uncertain, and asked cautiously, "Do you think this song can really become popular? I'm just a newcomer, and I've only recorded a proper recording a few times before. What if I mess up your song?"

"Don't worry, it will definitely become popular." Jiang Feng raised his eyelids, his tone firm without the slightest hesitation. He knew the weight of this song too well; it was a classic etched in the memories of several generations. Even if Zhao Mu, an unknown newcomer, sang it, it couldn't obscure its inherent brilliance.

...

The day after Jiang Feng handed over the final mixed version of "young ambition does not speak of sorrow" to the Modu Police Department, the official Weibo account of Modu Public Security Bureau quietly posted a two-minute short video titled "Police Glory."

When it was first posted, the comment section was still filled with old fans commenting, "Did the beat cop help an old man find his cat again today?" "Another heartwarming daily post?" Not many people took it seriously, as everyone was used to the official account's routine.

It wasn't until someone fast-forwarded the video halfway, when the somewhat weathered yet powerful prelude sounded, followed by Zhao Mu's slightly naive but exceptionally sincere voice: "How many winds and rains, how many springs and autumns, enduring wind, frost, snow, and rain, bravely facing the torrent..."

Instantly, the comment section exploded. "Wait? What is this BGM? It's so good!" "Damn, this song hit me right in the feels. Does anyone know the song title?" "The lyrics are so well-written, I'm a grown man and I actually cried?"

The netizen who first discovered the song immediately cut out this BGM and posted it on Douyin, with the caption, "The promotional song for Modu Public Security Bureau is too good! It made me cry!"

Who knew that this post would ignite a fuse? In just a few hours, this audio clip went viral. At first, it was just ordinary netizens sharing it. Then, Sucheng Public Security, Hangcheng Public Security, Nancheng Public Security... official public security accounts from all over the country, as if by agreement, all used this song as BGM, editing their local police daily videos—there were swift figures catching thieves, gentle moments helping lost elderly people find their way home, feet soaked in water during flood relief, and red eyes from staying up late at epidemic checkpoints. Accompanied by this song, it instantly touched the tear ducts of countless people.

At first, the editor for Modu Public Security Bureau was still fuming, complaining in the work group: "What's wrong with these people? They just take our original BGM and use it? Without even saying hello?"

But before they could pursue their rights, the official account of the Ministry of Public Security directly posted a compilation video of police officers nationwide, using "young ambition does not speak of sorrow" as the BGM, and @Modu Public Security Bureau, with the caption, "Salute to every People's Police officer who stands firm in their post!" Immediately after, the city bureau's call came in, specifically commending Modu Public Security Bureau's publicity this time, saying that this song instantly established the image of the police, and all national propaganda departments should learn from them!

At this, the previously fuming editor instantly beamed with joy. So it wasn't infringement; the whole country was learning from them!

That afternoon, the Director called Officer Qin Hao to his office, still holding his phone, a smile never leaving his face. "Officer Qin Hao, you've really made a great contribution this time!" The Director pointed to the over 100 million views on his phone. "Look, in just these two days, this song has surpassed 100 million views across the entire network! How many people's impressions of our police have changed because of this! This Jiang Feng you found is truly a treasure!"