Ma Shen's home.
He was on the phone with one of his company's partners.
"Talented? He's genuinely talented... Water Strike Three Thousand ghostwriting for him? You've got to be kidding me."
"You think the notarization staff at the drawing event were just for show?"
Faced with his partner's doubts about Song Dao's creative ability, Ma Shen vouched for him with decades of professional credibility.
"I'm telling you, man, this kid's songwriting talent is absolutely the kind with limitless potential.
He spent the first five episodes totally slacking off and even fooled me!
There are twelve episodes in total, and we've already recorded ten. The next two episodes to air are fucking explosive too!
They're definitely no worse than ours... yeah, not worse than Li Jun's either!"
Ma Shen's long face was full of emotion as he spoke into the phone.
Then, in response to the teasing from the other end, he said this—
"Getting slapped in the face? If you're scared of being slapped in the face, don't work in entertainment!
But then again, if he didn't have the talent, he wouldn't have moved me. I'd still diss him to death. But he does, so I have to admit it...
Right, don't jump on the bandwagon. A like from official media isn't much, but several top official media outlets liking him together is kind of impressive.
And there might be opportunities to work with him in the future.
Oh, go have a word with Zhao Qi. I've noticed that kid's pretty jealous. Don't let him do anything brain-dead."
After hanging up, Ma Shen casually turned on the music player.
Song Dao's magnetic voice filled the room.
"Sending off a comrade, setting out on the journey, silent tears in both eyes~"
He leaned back against the sofa, closed his eyes slightly,