48: Chapter 48: All three royal flushes were SC (Strictly Selected), what a blatant case of discarding a useful tool after it has served its purpose!

"BABA."

Wang Wenjian drew a sharp breath. Both hands gripped the armrests of his gaming chair.

Netizens completely exploded.

[Holy shit! "BABA"?!]

[This is the god-tier debut masterpiece of XO! Back then, it swept eight major music charts across Asia and took home all three major rookie awards!]

[No way, the arrangement of this song is so grand, combining a symphony with heavy electronic beats. Was this actually written by God Su?]

[Good lord, this song was once hailed as a once-in-a-decade breakthrough masterpiece in the South Korean music industry. It was actually written by a Huaxia person!]

[Holy crap, even someone like me who doesn't follow idols knew about this song back then, and it was also this song that made me realize the terror of Planet Fans.]

[What the fuck, this is getting a bit terrifying!]

[...]

Keyboard Grey didn't stop, his fingers continuing to tap.

"Wait a moment, I'll expand the initial copyright registration information for this song."

The cursor clicked.

The drop-down menu popped up three clear lines of English letters.

Lyricist: S.C.

Composer: S.C.

Arranger: S.C.

Swept all positions.

Grand slam.

A single person carried a nuclear-weapon-grade divine song that swept across Asia.

"It's not over yet." Keyboard Grey finished his coffee, his fingers continuing to tap.

The code scrolled frantically.

The second song title popped up.

"scream."

The third song title popped up.

"Miracles in December."

Old Wang's limbs went weak. He took off his headphones and slammed them heavily onto the desk.

Of these two songs, one was a legendary divine single that XO sold over a million copies of back then, breaking South Korea's twelve-year album sales record.

The other was a winter divine song that became wildly popular everywhere and swept up annual grand prizes.

The registration information for both songs was similarly clicked open.

"scream": Lyricist, S.C.; Composer, S.C.; Arranger, S.C.

"Miracles in December": Lyricist, S.C.; Composer, S.C.; Arranger, S.C.

Three consecutive top-tier royal bombs.

The original copyright holders all uniformly pointed to the same name.

Old Wang frantically tousled his hair and ranted into the microphone.

"These bastards! XO was able to ascend to the throne of Asia's number one boy band entirely because of the foundation hammered out by these three songs! These three songs are all the hard work of our Huaxia people!"

"It's still not over." Keyboard Grey finished his coffee, his fingers continuing to tap.

The bullet comments stirred up monstrous waves.

[To kill someone and then condemn their heart!]

[Kicking people out on their asses, appropriating the songs as their own, and putting their own people's names on them. South Korean capital really knows how to play this empty-handed wolf-hunting trick smoothly as fuck.]

[I remember what the innkeeper in Dali said. When God Su casually played a discarded chord progression, a veteran folk singer of ten years dropped straight to his knees. Turns out he didn't just know a little bit; he's a monster producer that Huaxia produces once every few hundred years!]

[How much money did these three songs make back then?! At least tens of billions of Korean won! And they didn't give a single cent to the original author!]

[And what about that Yoo Young-jin? Winning awards with these songs until his hands went numb, aren't he afraid of ghosts knocking on his door at night?!]

[No wonder Zhang Yixing, Lu Han, and the others dared to secretly speak out even while bearing astronomical liquidated damages. Without these few songs, they wouldn't even be able to touch the threshold of debuting!]

[...]

Keyboard Grey typed out the final command on the other end of the co-streaming link.

"Don't rush to curse yet. Look at the timestamp of when the copyright was finally tampered with."

A yellow warning box popped up.

Copyright information modification time: November 14, 201X, at 3:05 AM.

Old Wang froze.

This time was far too familiar.

The veteran fans in the bullet comments instantly reacted.

[Holy crap! That very day! The stormy night when God Su was carried out of the building by bodyguards and his guitar was smashed to pieces!]

[Chasing people away in the wee hours of the front foot, and immediately tampering with copyright info in the back-end on the back foot!]

[Seamless transition! Not leaving a single path of survival!]

[...]

The logic formed a complete loop.

Teaching teammates Dancing in the basement. Staying up late writing songs back in the dormitory. Single-handedly building a boy band empire.

Then, completely kicked away.

Copyright seized, traces erased.

This fucking thing is what South Korea's entertainment industry does!

It's too fucking dirty!!!

...

Nu River. Mountain-winding road.

A Buick business van stopped at the service area.

Yan Yu gripped her mobile phone, staring closely at the livestream screen.

Her eye sockets were red.

"Just how much grievance did he carry..."

Brother Cai sat in the driver's seat, the flint wheel of the lighter making a crisp sound. A cigarette was lit. The flame illuminated his gloomy face.

"If it were an ordinary person, they would have jumped off a building ages ago," Brother Cai exhaled a ring of smoke, "Those South Korean chaebols actually threw a piece of gold straight into a cesspool."

A-Li in the back seat clenched his fists until they made cracking sounds.

This was no longer a dispute of pride.

Any normal Huaxia person who learned of everything South Korea did would be furious!

Wishing they could hammer them to death.

Why didn't General Sun wipe them out already!

A bunch of scum!

...

Seoul. SM Entertainment headquarters.

The door to the CEO's office was kicked open with one kick.

Lee Sang-hyeok scrambled and stumbled in, the tablet computer in his hand smashing onto the floor.

The screen shattered with cracks.

"President Kim! We can't hold it anymore!"