ca-book Chapter 113 The Great God Qilin Makes His Move! "Blue and White Porcelain" Emerges
Chapter 113 The Great God Qilin Makes His Move! "Blue and White Porcelain" Emerges
"Click".
The lock on the study door was locked from the inside.
Lin Zhou leaned against the door and exhaled a long breath.
The room was filled with ocean balls that gleamed with the unique luster of plastic under the lights. The one-eyed pirate doll that almost exposed him lay crookedly at the foot of the slide, as if mocking his disheveled state.
"This is truly... a heart-stopping experience."
Lin Zhou rubbed his temples, kicked away the Pikachu blocking his way, and like a spy making a rendezvous, he pushed aside the mountain of plush toys piled up in the corner.
Beneath that pile of pink Peppa Pig and blue Doraemon figures lies the top-of-the-line portable music production workstation he redeemed from the system shop.
"System, get to work."
Lin Zhou sat cross-legged on a thick mat surrounded by colorful ocean balls—the scene was utterly comical, yet the cold glint in his eyes did not dissipate.
The song "Ink Painting" that just played had a tremendous impact on him.
It's not just that it sounds bad.
It is also a desecration of culture.
Zhou Lixing, that idiot, thinks that adding some guzheng and pipa sound effects, piling up a few words like "rouge" and "beauty" in the lyrics, and then adding a bunch of beat-up electronic music makes it Chinese style?
That's garbage.
It is industrial waste disguised in a traditional Chinese style.
"Since you don't understand what true traditional Chinese style is, then I'll teach you."
Lin Zhou closed his eyes and his consciousness sank into the system store.
The glittering "Earth's Golden Hits Library" slowly unfolded before him.
This time, he didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even need to do any screening.
Because there is a song in this field that is undoubtedly the pinnacle and an insurmountable monument.
It defined the "Chinese style" of that era.
It made countless people realize that pop music can be as beautiful as a poem, as beautiful as a painting.
"Exchange for 'Blue and White Porcelain'."
[Ding! 3000 Happiness Points consumed! Redemption successful!]
[Bonus: Master-level Chinese folk music performance technique package (Guzheng, Dizi, Pipa).]
As the system notification sounded, countless musical notes flowed into Lin Zhou's mind like a clear spring.
The uncarved blank is outlined with bold and flowing brushstrokes.
The bottle depicts a peony, just like your first makeup.
The exquisite lyrics and melodious tunes instantly calmed Lin Zhou's restless heart.
"This is the ultimate tool for cleaning your ears!"
He opened his eyes, his fingers flying across the keyboard.
Although the environment was simple and he was sitting in a pile of ocean balls, Lin Zhou's expression was so focused that it was as if he were carving a rare treasure.
The arrangement begins.
Even for a simple demo, he would never allow it to have the slightest flaw.
This time, he did not use a synthesizer that consisted entirely of electronic sounds.
The folk music skills provided by the system came in handy.
His fingertips lightly tapped on the virtual keyboard, producing the crisp sound of the guzheng, the melodious sound of the flute, and the pearly notes of the pipa, which were laid out layer by layer.
There was no noisy electronic music bombardment.
There were no random raps.
Only the purest sounds of musical instruments weave together a misty, rainy ink painting of Jiangnan.
Half an hour later.
The arrangement is complete.
Lin Zhou put on his headphones, took a deep breath, and began recording the director's voice.
He lowered his voice, shedding his usual roguishness and laziness, and spoke slowly in a soft, restrained tone, almost a murmur.
"The sky is the color of rain after a storm, and I am waiting for you..."
"Smoke rises gently from chimneys, thousands of miles across the river..."
The sound was captured by the microphone.
Even after being slightly adjusted with a voice changer, the deep emotion and charm that permeates the very bones still send shivers down one's spine.
The song ended.
Lin Zhou took off his headphones and felt a sense of elevation.
The gloom that I felt earlier from being disgusted by that song "Ink Painting" has now completely vanished.
"Perfect."
He clicked save, and a file was generated.
The filename is just three simple characters: "Blue and White Porcelain".
He then skillfully opened the encrypted "Kirin" email account.
Recipient: Lao Zhao, Music Director of Starry Sky Media.
Lin Zhou hesitated for a moment while writing the email body.
I originally wanted to write it more politely, since it was a gesture of goodwill towards my wife's company.
But the thought of Zhou Lixing's arrogant face and the online comments that praised trash as masterpieces made him angry again.
polite?
We shouldn't be lenient with this market that has such distorted aesthetics!
The sound of keyboard typing rang out.
[Subject: New Song]
[Main text: I accidentally listened to a so-called "peak of Chinese style" song just now, and my ears are a bit dirty, so I wrote a song to cleanse them.]
This song is a free gift to Su Qingge. No need to thank me, and no need to ask who I am.
As long as that garbage doesn't pollute my ears anymore, it's fine.
Click to send.
Seeing the "Sent successfully" message displayed on the screen, Lin Zhou sneered, closed the computer, and casually buried the priceless device back into the pile of plush toys.
He clapped his hands, stood up from the ball pit, and stretched.
"Zhou Lixing, enjoy your last bit of revelry."
"Tomorrow morning, I'll show you what a dimensional reduction attack really means."
...
at the same time.
Starry Sky Media, Music Director's Office.
Old Zhao was slumped in a chair, holding a bottle of nitroglycerin tablets in his hand.
He had just finished listening to the song "Ink Painting" and now felt his heart pounding and his blood pressure was approaching 180.
"What the hell is this thing?!"
Old Zhao slammed his phone on the table, his beard trembling with anger. "This is supposed to be a song? It's just code that's been dissected from classical Chinese poetry, fed to a robot, and then vomited out!"
"But Mr. Zhao..."
The assistant, looking distressed, said, "The internet is going crazy over it! The numbers have already surpassed 100 million! Our 'Legend' is still at the top, but the gap is closing rapidly..."
"That's fake! It's marketing!"
Old Zhao roared, "These people don't know anything about music! They're raping the public's aesthetic sense!"
But despite the criticism...
He also knew that in this era where traffic is king, how often does the bad money drive out the good?
If Su Qingge cannot produce a more powerful counterattack, the advantage she has painstakingly built up may very well be washed away by this unhealthy trend.
"bite--"
Just then, an email notification popped up on the computer screen.
That familiar ID, the one that haunted his dreams, reappeared in his field of vision.
[Sender: Qilin]
Old Zhao was jolted, and the bottle of nitroglycerin pills in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".
"A Qilin?! It's the Great Qilin God!"
As if experiencing a final burst of energy before death, he suddenly lunged at the computer, his hands trembling as he opened the email.
When Lao Zhao saw the line "My ears are a bit dirty, I'll write a song to cleanse them" in the text, he paused for a moment and then his eyes instantly reddened.
mad!
That's fucking insane!
But he likes it!
This is the kind of temperament a master should have!
"Quick! Headphones!"
Old Zhao yelled, put on his headphones, and opened the attachment titled "Blue and White Porcelain".
The prelude begins.
With just the first note of the guzheng, Old Zhao's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed.
Then the sound of a flute joined in, like a gentle breeze.
That pure, authentic traditional Chinese style, devoid of any artificial sweeteners, instantly filled his ears.
When the processed male voice sang the first line—
"The unglazed porcelain is outlined with blue and white brushstrokes, the intensity gradually fading..."
Old Zhao froze.
A chilling sensation shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, sending shivers down his spine and making goosebumps erupt all over his body.
This word…
This song…
This artistic conception…
He closed his eyes, and it seemed as if a misty, rainy Jiangnan landscape was slowly unfolding before him.
There was no feigned illness, no flowery language.
Only the most exquisite beauty and the purest elegance.
"The sky is the color of rain after a storm, and I am waiting for you..."
Upon hearing the chorus, Old Zhao could no longer hold back, and two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks.
He took off his headphones and slumped into the chair, panting heavily, like a traveler who had been walking in the desert for a long time and finally drank sweet spring water.
"This is true Chinese style..."
Old Zhao's voice choked with emotion as he murmured to himself:
Compared to this song, Zhou Lixing's "Ink Painting" is simply... a pile of crap!
He sat up abruptly, grabbed the landline on the table, and dialed Mr. Li's number.
"Feed? Mr. Li! Wake up!"
"Notify the PR department! Notify the marketing department! Everyone, return to the office immediately and work overtime!"
"The legendary artist Qilin has released another song!"
"This time, we're going to teach the entire Chinese music scene what real music really is!"
...
That night, Starry Sky Media was brightly lit.
Su Qingge was called back to the company overnight to record.
When she received the lyrics and heard the demo, she remained silent for a full ten minutes in the recording studio.
Then she smiled.
He smiled with absolute confidence and composure.
"Zhou Lixing, do you want me to leave the entertainment industry?"
She spoke softly into the microphone:
"Unfortunately, you'll never have that chance in your lifetime."
...
The next morning, at exactly eight o'clock.
While Dynasty Entertainment was still buying trending searches and wildly boasting that "Ink Painting" had surpassed 200 million views, Zhou Lixing was still clamoring on Weibo that "a new era has arrived."
Starry Sky Media, which had been silent all along, suddenly made a move.
No preheating was performed.
There is no countdown.
There was only one simple Weibo post, accompanied by a poster in the style of traditional Chinese ink painting.
[Starry Sky Media V: Sorry to keep you all waiting. Since some people want to talk about what "Guofeng" (traditional Chinese style) is, let's talk about it.]
[New song: "Blue and White Porcelain"]
[Lyrics/Composition/Arrangement: Qilin]
[Singer: Su Qingge]
Below the text, there's only one line taken from the lyrics, yet it's breathtakingly beautiful:
"The sky is the color of rain after a storm, and I am waiting for you."
Click send.
that moment.
The entire Chinese music scene has changed.