Romance Variety Show: Director, there's something wrong with my script!

Chapter 64 Black Gold Creator

Chen Yuan was stunned; he didn't know how to respond to Su Qingyuan's words.

Looking at the large group of people in the living room, each with a gossipy gleam in their eyes, he paused, holding the cocktail in his hand.

He finally understood that there were no real secrets in this guesthouse; as soon as there was the slightest disturbance, this group of people would immediately swarm over and dig up everything.

"No, this whole commotion makes it seem like I'm about to announce some earth-shattering secret about Xi Yao." Chen Yuan put down his wine glass, leaned back on the sofa, and smiled helplessly.

"If we're having a few drinks after get off work, there must be some earth-shattering secret going on!" Zhang Jianjian chewed on sunflower seeds, his eyes wide open. "Tell me honestly, did something big happen today?"

The others echoed, their eyes all focused on Chen Yuan. Even the usually aloof Xu Zhiyi sat up slightly, clearly curious about this "whisper."

Lin Wanxing blinked. As someone directly involved, how could she not know that a major event had occurred today?

"It's a shame you're not writing novels with that kind of brain, but unfortunately, it's not a big deal," Chen Yuan said quietly, then looked at Lin Wanxing sitting opposite him. "Wanxing just asked me if I wanted her to write one or two songs for her debut album."

Upon hearing this, everyone paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Wow! Wanxing hasn't released an album yet?

"I see. Writing a song like Crescent Bay, Wanxing's invitation to you seems to be a recognition of your talent!"

Everyone was talking amongst themselves, but it didn't seem like a big deal.

Jiang Yichen was even more surprised and looked at Lin Wanxing with confusion.

"But you didn't give me an answer!" Lin Wanxing snapped out of her daze and asked疑惑地问道, "You said you'd tell me when we got back to the guesthouse, so is this what you wanted to talk about?"

"what?"

"It's not some earth-shattering scandal, is it?" Su Qingyuan said with a disappointed look.

"..."

"What kind of gossip were you initially thinking about?" Zhang Jianjian asked, "The kind involving secret dates?"

Chen Yuan rolled his eyes at the two gossiping guys, then said to Lin Wanxing, "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about the album. I wanted to ask if you'd be interested in letting me handle the entire album?"

"Huh?" Lin Wanxing was taken aback at first, then, realizing what she meant, she asked in surprise, "You're going to write the entire album?"

Everyone in the living room seemed to have been put on pause; they were all stunned, their eyes wide, staring at Chen Yuan in disbelief.

Everyone present, even those completely unrelated to the entertainment industry like Lu Zeyan and Su Qingyuan, knew how difficult it was to completely manage an album.

Haven't you ever seen a pig run but never eaten pork?

Moreover, in this prosperous era of the entertainment industry, almost everyone present has subscribed to many singers' albums.

To my recollection, there haven't been many albums that were entirely produced by one person.

A true all-inclusive package doesn't just refer to songwriting; it also includes arrangement, and if we take it to the extreme, it can even include music videos.

They've listened to many albums by top singers, including some original singers who have had their lyrics and music written by others, and even had arrangements produced by professional teachers.

Lu Zeyan and Lin Wanxing exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

As an entertainment lawyer, Xu Zhiyi raised an eyebrow, her eyes showing a hint of inquiry.

She was arguably one of the people present who knew a great deal about the entertainment industry.

She has handled many copyright cases and contract disputes, and has also gotten to know many creative talents.

Could Chen Yuan's behavior be considered arrogant?

Lin Wanxing sat up straight on the sofa, her lips moved, but she didn't say a word for a long time.

She originally just wanted Chen Yuan to write two songs, how did it turn into him being in charge of everything?

"That's probably not a good idea," Jiang Yichen said. He had already asked two top producers in the industry to help oversee his first album, and he had also collaborated with a senior songwriter on three songs. He didn't dare to try to handle everything himself.

What does it mean to be in complete control? It means that Chen Yuan is responsible for all aspects of the album's ten or so songs, including lyrics, composition, arrangement, and production!

This requires not only extraordinary creative talent but also mature production skills. Looking at the entire music industry, there are very few people who can do this, and they are all top producers who have been famous for many years.

"After all, it's Wanxing's first album, so her company probably has a plan in place for her," Jiang Yichen explained on behalf of Lin Wanxing.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan nodded and then fell silent.

Indeed, given Lin Wanxing's status and current rise in popularity, her debut album must have attracted many talented artists.

He realized that his request was indeed somewhat puzzling.

Chen Yuan glanced around at the shocked looks on everyone's faces, picked up the cocktail on the table, took a sip, then put down the glass, his gaze becoming increasingly profound.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears: "How about this, as a token of sincerity, I can offer you a discount on Crescent Bay and tonight's song."

Chen Yuan had considered going to Li Xin, but there were many things to consider when doing so and looking for a replacement within the company.

"Let me think about it." Lin Wanxing came to her senses and did not refuse Chen Yuan, but needed some time to consider it.

Because her album plans are already in place, if Chen Yuan were to take full control, she would have to discuss it with the company, and whether the company would agree is also a question.

After all, the album cost wasn't paid for by her, but by the company.

"Wanxing, my target is a Black Gold songwriter." Chen Yuan looked at Lin Wanxing and said calmly, "I need a singer who has her own voice to collaborate with. In fact, I can write all ten songs and then collaborate with you."

"But by then, my choice might not be you."

As soon as Chen Yuan finished speaking, the living room fell into a deathly silence.

Black Gold Creator!

Everyone present knew perfectly well what those four words meant in the music industry.

If a singer's ultimate goal is to win a Grammy Award, then a music creator's ultimate goal is to become a black metal creator.

However, the two are on completely different levels of difficulty.

There are still clues to the Grand Prize; as long as the work is excellent enough and popular enough, there is still a chance to compete.

However, black metal creators are required not only to have a large number of hit works, but also to have iconic songs that create a genre, and to have a driving effect on the development of the entire music scene.

Since the Black Gold Songwriter Award was established, only three people in the entire music industry have won it, and all of them are legendary figures who have been deeply involved in the music industry for decades.

A creator who has only been popular for a few days actually set his sights on "becoming the next black gold creator"?

This is even more outrageous than expecting a new actor to win a Hollywood Best Actor award!

Jiang Yichen was completely stunned. He had originally thought that Chen Yuan was a bit too ambitious, but after hearing this goal, he suddenly felt that being in charge of an entire album seemed "low-key".

He looked at Chen Yuan, his heart filled with mixed feelings—shock, confusion, and wonder if this guy had changed recently.

When I introduced myself, I didn't seem like an ambitious person.

Lin Wanxing took a deep breath and looked at Chen Yuan in front of her, suddenly realizing that she seemed to have never truly understood him.