A Show with the Heavenly Queen?

It was like she had accidentally plunged headfirst into a traffic goldmine.

Dong Yu's posts usually only got ten or twenty thousand likes and a few hundred replies.

Even reposts like this, even if they came from Lin Fei, normally would not get much better numbers.

Yet this repost garnered hundreds of thousands of likes and tens of thousands of replies in a short time.

It even brought in over a hundred thousand new followers.

Dong Yu's follower count, which had originally been just over five hundred thousand, suddenly surged to seven hundred thousand!

This wave of traffic was simply staggering.

Cui Luo was still in his livestream, wildly running his mouth about Song Dao and trying to save face through the incident.

After some "kind" reminders from netizens, he saw Lin Fei's Shuibo post and was instantly dumbfounded.

Before long, countless netizens turned screenshots of him into reaction memes.

The funny thing was that after Lin Fei's post—whether it had been intentional support or an unintentional act—the abuse directed at Cui Luo actually decreased considerably.

The furious insults turned into mockery.

"Holy shit, I'm dying. Cui Loudmouth, how does that slap to the face feel?"

"I've never been this happy. This is seriously hilarious. Did you think Brother Dog was an easy target because he's a newcomer? Feeling numb now, aren't you? So, did you get slapped in the face or not?"

"I was drinking water and sprayed my husband in the face. This is too funny. I bet Sister Fei was watching the livestream too, otherwise how could she officially announce this so coincidentally in the middle of the night?"

"Sister Fei is doing well too, huh? She actually gets to work at the same company as Brother Dog now?"

"Are the heavens upside down or what?"

"No, don't you all think this is strange? Why do I feel like Sister Fei is dating Brother Dog? It was like that last time, and now again..."

"The Heavenly Queen fiercely protecting her husband?"

"Don't make things up. The two of them are totally mismatched. It's normal for a boss to protect her own artist. No one is allowed to smear my Sister Fei!"

Cui Luo truly deserved to be an old hand who had weathered countless storms.

After being stunned for a while, he smiled and sat down, then lightly slapped himself twice.

"Serves you right for having such a cheap mouth. Serves you right. No need for you guys to hit me—I'll slap myself in the face, alright?"

Then he looked into the camera. "But I'm stubborn. Even if Sister Fei thinks highly of him, I still don't think he's any good! We'll wait and see!"

"Did you post that on purpose?"

On the morning of the twentieth, Song Dao arrived at Feiyang Music Movement.

He truly did not want to stand out too much.

But after Lin Fei's Shuibo post, he was genuinely famous now.

His Shuibo followers had exceeded a million. Audio-Visual was even more outrageous—despite not having a single work posted, he had over two million followers.

Of course, the truly outrageous one was still Water Strike Three Thousand.

The Shuibo account "Water Strike Three Thousand√," which had only posted a single poem, had surpassed three million followers after recently being followed by Zhang Yi, Lin Fei, Hu Wei, Kong Xi, and many celebrities.

There were also countless impostors on Audio-Visual and My Show.

Some accounts had followers who knew full well they were fake, but because they had audio or video clips of songs by Kong Xi, Hu Wei, and Lin Fei, they still had one or two hundred thousand followers.

"Of course I did. He's so annoying. He apologized to me here, then turned around and cursed you over there. Of course I had to strike back!"

Lin Fei spoke with righteous indignation, huffing angrily.

Song Dao thought, Didn't you see what the netizens were saying?

The Heavenly Queen was fiercely protecting her husband. Lin Fei was secretly dating Brother Dog...

It seemed she was so used to being attacked that she did not care at all.

It was not as though this caused him much trouble anyway.

Fans nowadays were different from those in the past.

Every one of them was a socially fearless warrior online and a socially anxious coward in real life.

They might happily call him "Brother Dog" and "Jingcheng's Number One Deep Lover," but if they actually met him in person, ninety-nine percent of them would instantly turn into the "Well-Behaved" meme.

"I had a reason for posting that too." Lin Fei handed Song Dao a bottle of soda water and sat on a single-seat sofa. "There's something I want to ask your opinion on."

"Go ahead, Sister Fei." Song Dao set the water aside and looked at her seriously.

Lin Fei was still beautifully dressed today.

She wore a loose light-gray sweatshirt with a colorful cartoon girl on a skateboard printed across the chest, paired with black shorts.

The shorts were so short they were almost hidden beneath the oversized sweatshirt, making her long legs look even more slender.

She wore white sneakers decorated with colorful lines that echoed the cartoon pattern on her sweatshirt.

This pure-yet-sensual older-sister style always made people feel refreshed.

But she normally would not dress like this when meeting outsiders.

For example, when meeting Director Zhang, she would dress in a more formal style.

"You recorded another five songs with Yan Yan, right?"

She had been far too busy these past few days to listen to them.

Her connections had never been lacking back then, and now that she had become popular again—showing even signs of being canonized by a single song, Lovesickness—there were countless potential partners who could reach her directly.

When they could not get through to her manager or assistant, more than a dozen calls came directly to her every day.

For a time, she was even a little unaccustomed to it.

Still, she had mentally prepared herself for all this when she decided to return to singing, so she did not have any overly delicate resistance to it.

Song Dao nodded. "Yeah, five."

"Don't release them yet!"

Even though she had long understood Teacher Sanqian's creative ability, she was still somewhat shocked by his efficiency.

Lin Fei looked at Song Dao and pondered inwardly.

No wonder talented people were mostly willful. He was simply incredible!

Did that Miao Xiu even understand what she had missed out on?

"Oh?" Song Dao looked at Lin Fei in confusion.

"A show invited me to participate. I hope you can come with me. I've only just returned, and I need to adjust my condition as well. I read the show overview—it's fairly relaxing. Come with me."

"Me? Go on a show with you?" Song Dao was somewhat stunned.

This was no joke.

Any show that dared invite Lin Fei could not possibly be some low-budget amateur production.

More importantly, Lin Fei, who had never participated in variety shows back then, was actually interested. What level of show would it have to be?

"That's right. You don't want to?" Lin Fei asked.

"It's not that. What kind of show would have the two of us appear together?" Song Dao did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Would I be there as your assistant or something?"

"No. You'll be one of the main guests." Lin Fei gave him a serious assurance.

Song Dao froze, his face full of disbelief.

Forget him—even Water Strike Three Thousand, who was explosively popular in the industry now, might not have many people willing to accept him as a guest on a show.

"The show is called Best Songwriter..." Lin Fei looked at Song Dao with bright eyes. "I think it suits you perfectly. You already have five finished songs, so save them to use there."

After listening to Lin Fei explain the rules, Song Dao truly felt that the show suited him quite well.

But if he wanted to avoid exposing his pen name, then Song Dao would have to show some real ability too.

Besides, whether in his previous life or this one, he had never had such an experience before, so he could not help feeling a little nervous.

Lin Fei said, "The competition on this show happens outside the venue. We'll just eat, drink, play around, wander about, and look at things. You can also take the chance to meet more people and learn more about the entertainment industry. Maybe we can even scout a few promising newcomers..."

That last sentence exposed a little of her ambition.

She had nearly been completely destroyed by certain people's vicious methods back then. If she could truly swallow that grievance, she would not have chosen to return.

"How much are they paying?" Song Dao suddenly thought of an important question and looked at Lin Fei.

"..."

Lin Fei stared at Song Dao speechlessly for a long while before saying helplessly, "Their offer is fifty million for me, and... three million for you."

You could have left out your own fee, Teacher Lin!

A Heavenly Queen of her level, participating in a variety show while recently exploding in popularity, would inevitably command an astronomical price.

That was even with the industry-wide restrictions on artist fees.

Otherwise, with Lin Fei's current popularity and the momentum of a king's return, it would only have been higher.

"So I'm a main guest with a three-million salary?"

"Mm!" Lin Fei looked completely serious, as if saying, I'm well-read. I wouldn't lie to you.

Song Dao muttered, "Three million. According to my management contract, I get seventy percent, which means 2.1 million before tax..."

But he still had a major question in his heart. Would the system take a cut of this money?

If it did not, that would be wonderful!

At this rate, he probably would not need long before he could buy a house in Beijing.

Lin Fei looked speechlessly at Song Dao, who wore the expression of a complete money-grubber, and said, "This program will take around three months to film from beginning to end. There will be breaks in between, so it won't interfere with your songwriting, recording, or releasing songs. If you have no objections, I'll have Qing Qing accept their invitation?"

Li Qingqing was Lin Fei's manager.

She was in her thirties, a shrewd and capable woman.

She had been by Lin Fei's side from the day Lin Fei debuted until now.

She was also the company's actual manager.

"Sure, I have no problem with it." Song Dao thought that although the time was a little long, earning two million in three months without delaying anything else... what more was there to say?

He had truly witnessed the power of the "fame and fortune arena."

No wonder Miao Xiu was so determined to squeeze her way into it.

And no wonder so many people had kicked Lin Fei while she was down and ruined her back then.

The ability to rake in money after becoming famous was genuinely terrifying!

This was only a variety show. Counting advertising endorsements and all kinds of high-end commercial performances, if she worked even a little diligently, she could earn over a hundred million a year.

"Oh, right. You still don't have a manager, which isn't very convenient. If you don't mind, I'll have Qing Qing manage you as well," Lin Fei said.

"That would be great!" Song Dao thought, Mind? My ass. How many people could only dream of having the Heavenly Queen's manager personally handle them?

And so the matter was settled.

After Song Dao returned home, the system sent out a string of notification sounds.

[Heavenly Queen Lin Fei's first-stage mission to return to the music scene has been completed]

[Current popularity converted into 700,000 reputation]

[Host awarded 100,000 reputation]

[Silver Treasure Chest x2 awarded]

[Next-stage mission unlocked: Establish Status]

[Activation reward: Gold Treasure Chest x2]

When Song Dao saw those lines of text, his grin nearly reached his ears.

There were actually rewards?

And the current popularity could even be converted into seven hundred thousand reputation.

All he could say was that the Heavenly Queen's might was terrifying indeed!

The hundred-thousand reputation reward was nothing. The key was the two Silver Treasure Chests... that truly exceeded Song Dao's expectations.

Given how stingy the system usually was with him, this was definitely a major hemorrhage.

As for those two activation rewards, Song Dao understood that they were probably new songs prepared for Lin Fei.

He did not touch the two Gold Treasure Chests. Instead, he silently said in his heart, Open the Silver Treasure Chests.

A flash of light passed before him, and two lines of text appeared.

The moment Song Dao clearly saw the words, his expression instantly froze.