57: Chapter 57 Su Yuyan: Let's chat sometime

Chen Weiyang sat in his office all night.

On his phone screen, the long article "Melody Deconstructor" had already broken five million views.

There were hundreds of replies underneath, all cursing him.

"So 'the song' was plagiarized, disgusting."

"Chen Weiyang resigned from Tianyu Entertainment, and then immediately used someone else's plan to take credit. Is such a person even worthy of being called a producer?"

"I checked this person's resume. He was just a second-tier producer before, relying on the Tianyu Entertainment platform to make a name for himself. Once he left the platform, his true colors were revealed immediately."

The last one stung the most.

Not because it was abusive, but because it was too accurate.

The door was pushed open.

Director Wang walked in.

He didn't knock.

In the past, when Director Wang came to his office, he would at least knock symbolically twice.

Today, he even skipped that courtesy.

"Weiyang." Director Wang stood in front of him, "The company's legal department has evaluated the situation. Tianyu Entertainment might send a lawyer's letter at any time."

"A lawyer's letter?" Chen Weiyang raised his head. His eyes, which hadn't slept all night, were bloodshot, "I didn't sign a non-disclosure agreement. What I participated in at Tianyu Entertainment were routine meetings, and the meeting content doesn't constitute a trade secret—"

"You were in the Recording Studio at Tianyu Entertainment and heard the full version of 'Red Bean' with your own ears. Then you jumped ship here and made a song with a highly similar style. Any lawyer can turn this chain of causality into a story. Whether it holds up in court is another matter, but you've already lost in the court of public opinion."

Chen Weiyang opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Director Wang took a piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolded it, and placed it on the table.

"This is a resignation agreement. The company will compensate you with three months' salary. Sign it within today and leave."

Chen Weiyang stared at the paper.

He scanned the clauses; the core was just one sentence—from now on, all legal disputes involving 'the song' shall be borne by Chen Weiyang personally, and have nothing to do with Times Media.

"How much traffic did I create for the company? 'the song''s first-day sales were thirty million. This number—"

"That song is a ticking time bomb now." Director Wang interrupted him, his voice devoid of emotion, "Weiyang, look outside for yourself. The PR department has been busy all night, and they can't suppress it at all. Su Yuyan also called over, and I won't repeat her exact words."

Su Yuyan.

Chen Weiyang closed his mouth.

Su Yuyan is a shareholder of Times Media.

Once she spoke, there was no room for maneuver.

Director Wang took out a fountain pen and placed it next to the resignation agreement.

"Weiyang, be decent."

Decent.

Three days ago, he was sitting in this chair, just promoted to Deputy Director of the Music Department.

Director Wang came to knock on the door with two bottles of red wine and said, "Weiyang, you are a contributor to the company."

He laughed at himself, picked up the pen, and signed it.

Director Wang took the agreement, nodded, and turned to leave.

The door closed.

Chen Weiyang sat in the empty office for another five minutes.

He opened the drawer, which contained a stack of unopened business cards.

"Deputy Director of the Music Department at Times Media, Chen Weiyang." The gold-stamped font glowed coldly under the fluorescent lights.

He took one out and looked at it for two seconds.

Then he threw them all into the trash can.

When passing through the lobby, several young producers who used to call him "Brother Weiyang" when they met, all kept their heads down staring at their computer screens, not even giving him a straight look.

That's how this industry is.

When you're climbing the mountain, everyone applauds you; when you're going down, they won't even make way.

Walking out of the revolving door of Times Media, the sunlight made him squint.

His phone vibrated. It was an email from Tianyu Entertainment's legal department.

A lawyer's letter.

Faster than Director Wang had estimated.

The wording was polite, but the meaning was clear—delete the audio source of 'the song' across the entire network within seven days, make a public apology, and compensate for all economic losses caused by the infringement.

In the amount column, it wrote a number he couldn't afford to pay in his lifetime.

—

Fanyin Culture Studio.

Li Cheng finally fell asleep on the sofa. His snoring was thunderous.

Zhou Yutong draped a blanket over him and tiptoed back to her workstation.

On the computer screen, the real-time playback volume of "the woman who easily gets hurt" had just exceeded thirty million.

The Greater Bay Area channel had indeed been integrated.

On social media in Hong Kong, the discussion about this Cantonese song by Xu Qingya had already surpassed all new songs of the month.

Several retired Cantonese music scene veterans reposted it on their personal accounts, saying, "It's been a long time since I've heard a Cantonese song with this flavor."

Zhou Yutong was about to take a screenshot to archive it when the office door was pushed open.

Jiang Fan walked in, carrying two bags of breakfast.

"Where's Brother Li?"

Zhou Yutong pointed to the sofa.

Jiang Fan walked over and took a look.

Li Cheng's sleeping posture was extremely ungraceful, his mouth slightly open, a small puddle of drool flowing out.

Jiang Fan pulled a tissue from the table and accurately covered it on Li Cheng's face.

Li Cheng mumbled vaguely, "Data... double the data again..." turned over, and continued to sleep.

Jiang Fan sat down at his seat and opened his phone.

There was a topic on the trending search list that he hadn't expected.

#Chen Weiyang fired by Times Media#

Clicking in, the news source was an anonymous leak from a Times Media employee.

The screenshot showed Chen Weiyang being asked to sign a resignation agreement this morning, and the company simultaneously severed all legal ties with the infringement incident of 'the song'.

There were tens of thousands of comments in the comment section.

"Times Media runs really fast, throwing him away after using him."

"Laughing to death, he thought changing jobs was jumping through the dragon gate, but he ended up jumping into a fire pit."

"By the way, when this person was at Tianyu Entertainment before, he once used a song to threaten Xu Qingya? Has anyone dug into this?"

Jiang Fan saw the last comment, and his finger paused.

Manager Chen had used this matter to threaten Chen Weiyang in the Recording Studio, but it had never been made public.

Now people in the comment section were starting to dig in this direction.

Once it was dug out, Chen Weiyang's career wouldn't just be paused; it would be permanently revoked.

He put down his phone, unwrapped the jianbing guozi, and took a bite.

Li Cheng on the sofa suddenly rolled over and sat up, sniffing twice.

"Who bought the jianbing guozi?"

"I saved one for you."

Li Cheng kicked off the blanket and walked over, took the paper bag, and ate most of it in three bites.

"Brother Li."

"Hmm?"

"Shen Nian's case, how is it progressing?"

Li Cheng wiped his mouth, his expression becoming serious.

"The trial is next Monday. We have prepared a very sufficient chain of evidence, and the chances of winning are very high."

Jiang Fan stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window was the skyline of Shanghai, with high-rise buildings blocking most of the sky.

"Winning the lawsuit isn't enough."

He turned around and looked at Li Cheng.

"I want to let Shen Nian stand in a position higher than Hua Xingyu."

Li Cheng put down the jianbing.

"You mean—"

"See if there are any variety shows. The kind that allows her to sing."

Li Cheng's hand hung in mid-air.

He knew Shen Nian's situation too well.

Severe depression, having been scolded by the whole internet once, her comeback itself was walking a tightrope.

But if there was a suitable variety show, allowing her to sing in front of the public again—

"I'll pull some strings and ask around." Li Cheng was already taking out his phone.

Jiang Fan nodded and picked up the water cup on the table.

"Ding", the phone screen lit up.

Jiang Fan picked up his phone; it was a WeChat message.

He clicked it open, and there were only four words.

"Let's talk when you're free."

Su Yuyan.

Jiang Fan stared at the screen. This diva shareholder of Times Media, immediately after her own company threw Chen Weiyang out as a scapegoat, had reached out to him for the first time.

He didn't reply immediately.

He flipped the phone over and placed it face down on the table, continuing to eat his jianbing guozi.