Chapter 452: 178 Brother Jiang intervenes _1
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Young people’s world is sothing Jian Zhongyou doesn’t quite understand; he couldn’t na a single hot star if asked.
It was the start of the school sester, and he had even sneaked out for a trip during the holiday, with many tasks awaiting him.
Today was Monday, and he had just finished a eting when he received a ssage from Bai Lian. As soon as he opened the picture, he saw the bold black letters—
[“Rewriting the Past” arrangent controversy explodes]
He squinted his eyes and sent Bai Lian several symbols. The older generation could handle videos, but many Weibo functions remained a mystery to him, so he scrolled through sowhat slowly.
At that mont, Bai Lian sent another ssage: [Controversy?]
He hadn’t found out what the controversy was yet, but he replied quickly: [p]
[I’ll take a look]
Dean Jian was too lazy to keep scrolling and directly asked a teacher he knew beside him to operate it for him.
“Miss Yan Lu?” The teacher took Dean Jian’s phone. He had recorded with Yan Lu twice and naturally recognized her. “Don’t worry, I’ll check it for you.”
It took the teacher just a few minutes on Weibo to understand the whole story.
The barriers within the arrangent community aren’t that high. Actually, before this, most people wouldn’t go specifically digging into the arranger of a song. Now that it’s been dug up by paid posters, it could only an that this was the only flaw they could find in the song.
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On the other side of the phone, Bai Lian, having seen the reply, knew it had nothing to do with Dean Jian.
She was waiting for Dean Jian to reply to her.
Yan Lu was still busy in the kitchen with Zhang’s mother.
Xiaotian and Ahuang, the two assistants, had originally co to bring Yan Lu back to deal with the situation, but before they could get to it, Yan Lu caught them and put them to work washing and sorting vegetables.
“Xiaotian,” the kitchen space was small, and Ahuang, who was squatting in the hall removing shrimp veins, felt a bit clueless, “What exactly am I here for? Why am I squatting here?”
He turned his head to look at Yan Lu, who was helping in the kitchen.
It was a big issue that concerned Yan Lu’s reputation, but she didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all. Instead, she was taking her sweet ti in the kitchen.
Xiaotian, while picking shrimp veins, felt a weird calm settle over him, “Let’s just keep sorting for now.”
Outside, after Bai Lian and the others had finished eating waterlon and went to throw out the trash, Bai Lian and Ning Xiao entered the house.
“Why haven’t you started doing the problem sets yet?” Ning Xiao brought in a flower pot, his voice calm.
Bai Lian grabbed a pair of scissors, “The ones on the app?”
At the beginning of the month, the app had released new problems, and Ning Xiao had already started solving them. Bai Lian hadn’t started, and many people were stumped by a particularly current problem on the app.
“Yes, I was just looking at the Langlands-Siegel zero.”
Bai Lian stood by the window, started trimming the branches, “I’ll look at it in a couple of days. Right now, I have to sort out so materials for He Wen.”
He Wen was like a senior brother who had his younger sister do all the grunt work; as soon as new literature was published that he hadn’t had ti to read, he passed it on to Bai Lian, asking her to read it and summarize the core points and overviews for him.
Bai Lian hadn’t even started college yet, but she was already getting a taste of postgraduate treatnt.
But the literature He Wen sent was all in fields she was interested in.
Ning Xiao, who already knew who He Wen was: “…”
As the two talked, Xiaotian and Ahuang squatting nearby were completely lost—what app, He Wen…
And what was that about Langlands and Siegel again?
All this was beyond them.
The two were utterly confused.
Eventually, they got back to talking about grandma and Uncle Wang—how the boy’s grandma was sick, and the uncle was taking care of her at ho. That was what normal students talked about.
Today the house was crowded, but with the help of Yan Lu and the two assistants, Zhang’s mother quickly prepared the al. She moved two tables together, and a bunch of people gathered around to eat.
“Alian, when is Chi Lu coming back?” At the dinner table, Zhang’s mother recalled that the last ti they had a al, Zhang’s father was there, and so was lawyer Chi Lu.
When Zhang’s mother ntioned Chi Lu, Yan Lu also looked at Bai Lian.
Chi Lu was the life-saving benefactor of Zhang Shize.
Bai Lian, holding chopsticks and picking up a stalk of bok choy, said upon hearing this, “Next month.”
Last year, Chi Yundai was in exile, but this year he was returning to his position. Ming Dongheng said he didn’t have much vacation ti, but he would still take the ti to co back and test Zhang Shize.
Around the dinner table, they chatted about this and that, but no one brought up Yan Lu’s issue.
The dinner lasted until after seven in the evening. As Ahuang finished eating and started to help clean up the table, he looked down to ask Xiaotian, “Why does Sister Lu have so many student friends? Also, who is Chi Lu?”
“I don’t know,” Xiaotian responded as he placed the dishes into the kitchen.
Xiaotian and Ahuang hadn’t been involved with Zhang Shize’s case and didn’t even know that “Chi Lu” was a lawyer; they only thought it was so two-character na.
“These students are so lucky to be friends with Sister Lu,” Ahuang sighed, then his concern returned to the pressing matter at hand.
Ti Entertainnt knew that Ahuang and Xiaotian were with Yan Lu. The public relations departnt couldn’t reach Wang Xin for a decision, so they called Ahuang.
After taking the call, Ahuang finally found an opportunity to speak with Yan Lu, “Sister Lu, the public relations departnt communicated with . You just need to post a clarifying Weibo.”
A Weibo post clarifying that she had nothing to do with the arrangent.
Yan Lu shook her head, offering no explanation.
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If this matter isn’t clarified, with such a fuss, Yan Lu might lose a lot of resources. Ahuang couldn’t understand it at all and said, “Xiaotian, what do you think Sister Lu’s team is thinking? Who exactly made the arrangent?”
Xiaotian shook her head. Yan Lu recorded the songs herself, so she didn’t know who wrote the lyrics and music.
Within the entire Ti Entertainnt, probably only Sister Xin and Yan Lu knew about it.
**
At eight o’clock, a group of students bade farewell to Mother Zhang.
Jiang Fulai’s car had just stopped on the opposite side, waiting for her.
As Bai Lian walked toward the car, her phone vibrated a few tis; Principal Jian had finally figured out the ins and outs of the situation.
He didn’t send a ssage; he called Bai Lian directly.
Pressing the answer button, Bai Lian walked towards the light across the street, “Principal Jian.”
“I’ve found out,” Jian Zhongyou didn’t beat around the bush. He was still sitting at his desk, reaching out to click on a long recording, “There is a video on the internet from a previous internal performance of our school, and I conducted that performance. I checked the records of that performance at the school.”
Principal Jian didn’t have a vivid mory of that performance, and it was only after seeing the video online that he realized he had such an arrangent to his credit.
It was indeed Jian Zhongyou’s own stylistic hallmark.
There was nothing much to say. Jian Zhongyou could only sigh; the netizens, or rather, Yan Lu’s aggressive moves, were too powerful. With so many years of performances at Jiangjing Music Academy, each nearly three hours long, they could still find these arrangents amidst them all.
“What do you plan to do?” Bai Lian reached out to pluck a leaf from the side, toying with it in her hand, her voice calm and unhurried.
Jiang Fulai saw her walking so slowly, so he got out of the car to wait for her.
Bai Lian was not yet done talking with Principal Jian.
“We need to handle this,” Principal Jian also cald down, having lived long enough to know that with such intensity behind it, there must be soone stoking the flas. “Otherwise, even if it’s clarified, a lot of people won’t be notified.”
Everything needs attention.
Spreading rumors takes just a mouth, debunking them runs you ragged.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Fulai opened the car door and asked a few questions, to which Bai Lian recounted the whole situation with Yan Lu.
“Your new song?” Jiang Fulai knew she wrote lyrics and composed music, and his eyes turned colder, too.
“Yeah.” Bai Lian was not too concerned; she got into the car and began to check the academic paper He Wen had sent her on her phone.
Jiang Fulai, seated beside her, raised his hand to signal Ming Dongheng to drive, his eyes narrowing slightly, “Don’t let Principal Jian act rashly on this matter, give Yan Lu’s agent’s contact information.”
“Rewriting the Past” had already been labeled “impure,” and clarifying it completely wasn’t sothing Principal Jian, an outsider to the circle, could accomplish.
Bai Lian opened Sister Xin’s WeChat and sent it to Jiang Fulai.
Jiang Fulai reached out to open it and added her as a friend.
“Why are you looking at this?” Jiang Fulai waited for Wang Xin to accept, his gaze glancing over at the new academic paper Bai Lian was viewing.
It looked familiar.
“He Wen gave it to .”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fulai knew what He Wen was up to; the light was turned on in the back of the car, and he sat under it, dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, his refined facial features especially cold, and he just tugged at his lips at the comnt.
He Wen, who was at a research base dressed in a sterile suit, suddenly sneezed.
A male student in the laboratory glanced at him, “He Wen, do you have a cold? Don’t pass it on to the junior sister.”
He picked up a mask and had He Wen put it on.
He Wen: “…”
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Beicheng.
Ti Entertainnt’s public relations departnt had not yet gotten off work; everyone was busy dealing with Yan Lu’s situation.
In the office, the CEO earnestly said to Sister Xin, “You’ve been in the entertainnt industry for so long, you still don’t know what it takes to maximize profits? If there’s an author for the lyrics and composition, it’s easy to find another arranger, just push the bla on him, give him so compensation to shut him up. Is this arranger Yan Lu’s father? Won’t you make any concessions at all?”
Hearing this, Sister Xin sitting opposite only raised her eyebrows.
Principal Jian might not be Yan Lu’s father, but Bai Lian could be considered as such.
With Principal Jian’s status, the fact that he was willing to arrange music for Yan Lu was all for the sake of Bai Lian.
In the whole entertainnt industry, no senior had a stature like Principal Jian’s.
“If the PR departnt clarifies it, just push the responsibility onto Yan Lu,” Sister Xin put down her teacup. Yan Lu had been through a lot, and Sister Xin had beco indifferent, “As for the rest, we’ll try to debunk it as much as possible; this isn’t plagiarism to begin with.”
It seed Sister Xin and Yan Lu were already out of control, the CEO lit a cigarette, looking at Sister Xin, “In that case, let Yan Lu rest for a few more days. Let Man Xi replace her in ‘Perfect Day’ this ti to avoid the lilight.”
“Perfect Day” was a variety show invested in by Ti Entertainnt. Businessn always seek profit and avoid harm; now the netizens were all “dodging” Yan Lu and a bunch of her past scandals was being circulated.
Ti Entertainnt was worried about affecting the reputation of their produced variety show.
Yan Lu was currently involved in two variety shows, “Perfect Day” and “Co Here Friend.” The latter had a signed contract, while the forr did not.
Of course, now with Yan Lu’s situation escalating, it was damaging to the artist’s image; the variety show could also break the contract and have Yan Lu compensate for it.
Sister Xin took out her phone and got in touch with the marketing accounts.
Just as she turned on her phone, she received a new friend notification.
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