EFB Chapter 74 His sword, once drawn, will surely draw blood.
Chapter 74 His sword, once drawn, will surely draw blood.
Yang Li's expression changed slightly: "Brother Xiao, this will put the director in a very difficult position."
Qin Xiao was silent for a few seconds, then smiled: "Okay, let's go with their script then."
The atmosphere wasn't so relaxed on the other players' side.
After Lin Xiaoya and Zhao Chen returned to the company, they were immediately called in by their agent for a reprimand.
"You two," the agent said, exasperated, "what are you doing backstage trying to get close to Wang Bo? Adding him on WeChat? Do you know how many people are watching you?"
Lin Xiaoya whispered in defense, "Wang Bo is a really good person, and he is indeed talented..."
"What does his talent have to do with you?" the manager glared. "He's a rival, a rival, you know that! What will you do if you get drawn against him next time? Kneel down and beg him to let you win?"
Zhao Chen muttered, "But there's no guarantee you'll get it..."
The agent sighed, his tone softening slightly: "I know Wang Bo is capable, but the more capable someone is, the further you should stay away. This industry is very realistic. If you get too close to him and he falls, you'll be dragged down with you."
"How could Wang Bo have fallen?" Lin Xiaoya protested. "He's so talented..."
"Talent?" the agent sneered. "Xiaoya, you haven't been in the industry long enough to understand. In this circle, talent is the least valuable thing. If the capital wants you to be famous, you can be famous even without talent; if the capital wants you to fail, you can fail no matter how talented you are."
She looked at the two young people's blank stares and shook her head: "Forget it, there's no point in telling you this. Anyway, next time, stay away from Wang Bo. If you really draw him... good luck."
Xiaoyi Culture Media.
In the recording studio.
Chen Mo stared at the sheet music for the new song on the music stand, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.
"This...this..." He opened his mouth, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.
Wang Bo sat on a high stool, holding his guitar, looking completely innocent: "Brother Chen, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Chen Mo turned around abruptly, his finger trembling as he pointed at the sheet music. "Wang Bo, tell me, what's wrong with your head? Huh? The first episode was already explosive enough, and now you've got another one. How many more songs are you holding back?"
Wang Bo laughed: "Not many, just... a few dozen."
Chen Mo almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Dozens of songs?" He clearly didn't believe it, but still said, "Wang Bo, do you know that nowadays singers are lucky if they can produce even one representative work in their entire career? You, on the other hand, can just casually pull out a classic! How are the other singers supposed to compete?"
Wang Bo shrugged: "I can't exactly hide it, can I?"
Chen Mo looked at the score again.
The melody is simple and beautiful, and the lyrics are simple and moving, telling the story of life as a journey and the importance of cherishing the present moment.
It lacks the powerful feel of the previous song, but it has gained warmth and healing.
"This song..." Chen Mo gradually calmed down, and his professional skills began to come into play. "It's very suitable as a track for the second season. It doesn't show off its skills or try to be sentimental; it just tells a story quietly. But it's precisely this quietness that makes it even more moving."
He looked up at Wang Bo: "You really want to sing this song? Not 'The You of the Past'?"
Wang Bo nodded: "Yes, we agreed to only sing original songs."
"But..." Chen Mo hesitated, "The second round is a PK competition. What if we draw someone like Qin Xiao, who's good at showing off his skills? Won't your performance be at a huge disadvantage?"
Wang Bo laughed: "Brother Chen, what do you think music competitions are really about?"
"Of course...it sounds good."
"That settles it then." Wang Bo strummed the guitar strings, and the first few notes flowed out. "As long as the song sounds good, who cares about the style?"
Chen Mo stared at him blankly, then suddenly understood.
Why is it that Wang Bo was able to write songs like "The You of the Past," "Encounter," "Your Answer," and the kind of songs from the first episode, as well as the kind of music we see now?
Because this man truly only cares about the music itself.
What competition, what ranking, what opponent—none of it mattered to him.
The important thing is whether this song can touch people's hearts.
"Okay," Chen Mo slapped his thigh, "This is the song. Let me think about the arrangement... Mainly guitar, with some harmonica, and strings in the second section, but very softly, so they don't steal the show."
"Okay." Wang Bo nodded. "Brother Chen, you're so professional. You've got exactly what I was thinking."
"Are you praising yourself, or... praising yourself?" Chen Mo said irritably.
The two began discussing the arrangement details, and the recording studio returned to its bustling work atmosphere.
At that moment, Su Xiaoxiao was sitting in her office when she received an unexpected phone call.
"Is this Mr. Su? I am the chief director of 'The Voice of China,' my surname is Zhao."
Su Xiaoxiao asked in surprise, "Director Zhao, is there anything I can help you with?"
"That's right," Director Zhao said politely, "we'd like to let you know about the draw for the next round of the competition."
Su Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow: "Director Zhao, please speak."
"According to the program's arrangements, Wang Bo's opponent in the next episode will be...."
He said a name.
Su Xiaoxiao was stunned after hearing this.
"Director Zhao," she began cautiously, "this arrangement is..."
"President Su, please don't misunderstand," Director Zhao quickly explained, "This is not a shady deal, it's a normal lottery result. We just knew about it in advance, so we wanted to let you know."
Su Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes. A normal lottery result?
They haven't even smoked it yet.
But she didn't say much, only asking, "So, what does Director Zhao mean?"
"We've already spoken to them, and they'll do their best. So the next episode might be a bit... intense," Director Zhao said tactfully. "We hope Wang Bo can also bring his best performance, after all, this competition will attract a lot of attention."
Su Xiaoxiao understood.
The production team is trying to create buzz—a showdown between old acquaintances, grudges and feuds, what great material for hype.
As for who wins and who loses...
"Don't worry, Coach Zhao," Su Xiaoxiao said calmly, "Wang Bo will take every game seriously."
After hanging up the phone, Su Xiaoxiao walked to the window and looked at the bustling traffic below.
The entertainment industry is truly a murky mess.
Everyone wants to climb to the top by stepping on others; everyone is scheming.
Only Wang Bo, the man who focuses on making music in the recording studio, still retains a rare purity.
"Wang Bo," she whispered to herself, "you absolutely have to win."
It wasn't for the company, and it wasn't for her.
This is simply to prove that, in this murky industry, pure music still has value.
It can still touch people's hearts.
It can still... overcome all schemes.
She picked up her phone and sent Wang Bo a WeChat message: "The production team has already arranged the opponent for the next episode. Prepare well and don't hold back."
A few seconds later, Wang Bo replied: "Okay."
That simple word brought Su Xiaoxiao a sense of inexplicable peace.
She put away her phone, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Without even asking who he was, Wang Bo was more confident than she had imagined!
Anyone who underestimates his opponent is making a grave mistake.
His sword, once drawn, is...
Bloodshed is inevitable.