Chapter 104: Chapter 103: Contact K for Help, Abyss Goes Live
Ethan Song stepped out and immediately heard the comment, causing him to frown.
Things were fine during dinner; how did it turn to self-doubt so quickly?
Suddenly, he noticed what Edward Monroe was holding and realized, speaking in a low voice, "Did something happen?"
Edward didn’t even blink, just answered with a "hmm," "The new song can’t be released tomorrow."
"Is it James Dung causing trouble over there?" Ethan Song clenched his fists and spoke through gritted teeth, holding back his anger.
Edward didn’t answer that question but instead asked Ethan, "Ethan, do you think I should quit the industry now?"
"Quit my ass. When did you become so gutless? Just because they say you can’t release it, you’re giving up?"
Ethan Song pulled him up in exasperation, looking at him with frustration, but deep down, he couldn’t hide his worry.
Edward covered his face, a bitter smile escaping, ever since that incident, the ambitious self had died.
Ethan looked at him silently for a moment, picked up his phone, and turned to leave.
...
Claire Green was surprised when she saw who was calling, and as soon as she picked up, the person on the other end couldn’t wait to speak.
"K, Edward is being suppressed by his former company, all platforms are refusing to release his new song."
Upon hearing this, Claire’s eyes sharpened, her red lips slowly curling up. Daring to suppress her song, now that’s interesting.
"Tell him to relax, it will be released at twelve without a second’s delay."
Her eyes glinted with cold light, and the curve of her lips deepened.
Hearing this, Ethan Song sighed in relief. He didn’t know why, but when this situation arose, his first thought was of K.
It seemed like with her involved, everything would be resolved smoothly.
"Thank you."
"It’s just mutual benefit," Claire said casually and hung up.
Ethan couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the phone. Though she spoke of mutual benefit, he still had to thank her for protecting his dream.
When he returned to the living room, he saw the person still motionless in the same position and sighed.
"I just called K. She’ll handle it. Don’t worry."
Upon hearing this.
Edward finally moved on the couch, lowered his hand, and hoarsely asked, "Can it really be resolved?"
Ethan swung an arm around his neck and sat down, joking halfway, "Now you’re being unreasonable. You’re still unaware of K’s capabilities? Just look at the Yang family incident as a perfect reference."
Hearing this, the light in Edward’s eyes gradually returned. How could he forget that he had a powerful ally like K? K had the guts to tackle the Yang family, so what was there to fear in the entertainment company?
Recalling K’s proposal yesterday, his restless heart began to stir again. She might really be able to bring excitement to this industry.
"Ethan, I’ve decided to join K’s company."
Ethan was stunned for two seconds, then smiled and said, "That’s a good choice. I’ll join you."
Suddenly.
Edward’s phone rang urgently. He picked it up and froze. Unless he remembered wrongly, this was the number that had just called to reject his new song.
"Answer it. I bet K has already made a move." Ethan stroked his chin, helped him answer the call, and even put it on speaker.
Just as he guessed, once the call connected, the person on the other end changed their tone and cautiously began, "Mr. Monroe, I’m sorry. I’ve already reprimanded the staff under me who were out of line. Rest assured, your song will be released on time tomorrow."
And this call was just the beginning. They kept receiving apology calls from other music platforms afterward.
"Mr. Monroe, why are you keeping such a powerful ally under wraps? With them around, you needn’t fear those capital forces in the entertainment industry." The polite staff, their voice brimming with excitement, said.
Edward and Ethan assumed the person they were talking about was K, intrigued that K was so well-known?
"Are you talking about K?" Ethan probed.
The staff on the other end was startled, puzzled, "Who’s K? I meant the hacker J. Didn’t you know? Just now, all music platforms received a warning from J."
J?
The two exchanged a glance, each seeing confusion on the other’s face.
"Got it, thank you."
After hanging up, they were still in shock. Rumor had it that J’s identity was a mystery, their movements elusive, so why help them?
Suddenly.
A figure flashed across both their minds simultaneously, and they spoke in unison, "K knows J."
"I suddenly feel the ally we’re clinging onto isn’t just powerful."
"No wonder the Yang family incident unfolded so quickly."
Finally, they exchanged a smile.
...
The next day.
Ethan was pacing back and forth in the studio, his expression tense. Glancing at someone eating, he couldn’t help but speak up.
"I’m feeling unexpectedly nervous, yet you’re the main person and not nervous at all."
Edward calmly took a bite of dessert, shrugged at Ethan’s question, "I was nervous before, but the closer it gets to release time, the calmer I feel."
"Oh, want some dessert? It might help you relax a bit. Watching you pace around is giving me a headache."
"And who’s making me like this?" Ethan shot him an annoyed look.
Feeling guilty, Edward scratched his head and handed over the dessert, "Here, as compensation."
Fans who were just as nervous kept their eyes glued to their phone screens. This new song was a chance for him to make a comeback, so it had to break records.
At twelve sharp, Edward’s new song appeared on all music platforms, fans swarmed in, surprised by the song title, not expecting it to be in a dark style.
It’s known that in the entertainment industry, there were attempts at dark songs, but they all failed.
Nervous and worried, fans played the track quietly, and a sultry, low-pitched voice infiltrated their ears.
As the song ended, its listeners were left in awe; so this was what a true dark song sounded like.
Meanwhile, Weibo exploded due to Edward Monroe’s new song, crashing twice, and once people finally managed to get on, they found that he occupied half of the top searches.
"Edward Monroe, Abyss"
"Abyss, a true dark song"
"Edward Monroe’s new song breaks records"...
"Listening to my brother’s new song had tears streaming down my face persistently."
"Same here, never thought he’d try this style one day."
"I’m suddenly excited for tomorrow’s MV."
"A passerby here, but must admit Edward Monroe’s new song is great, almost makes me want to become a fan."
The initially calm comment section soon birthed a cluster of negative reviews.
"Abyss my foot, might as well call it hell, it’s awful."
"Does anyone actually like this? Is this the skill level of a top star?"
"Such a horrible song breaking records, they must’ve hired click farmers."
Claire Green lounged back, adopting a boss-like posture, her eyes lazily watching the computer screen, a cold smile curving her lips.
Her slender fingers nonchalantly tapped a few keys, finally whispering two words, "ko"
Soon, those hired to leave malicious comments found their computers seemingly controlled, their negative posts all deleted.
But that wasn’t all, as their folders opened, and everything inside became exposed.
"No!" someone panicked, frantically clicking the mouse to no avail.
In the end, they could only helplessly watch as their files were wiped clean.
"Who’s behind this?"