Auctioning Chinese Antiques

More than half a month passed. During that time, Jiang Hao had reaped considerable gains in music. The fan count on his system panel had already surpassed nine million and was now pushing toward the ten-million mark.

That song, "Uptown Funk," had exploded in streams across major platforms, and its rankings on both charts continued to climb. It had reached third place on the Billboard Hot 100 and second place on the US Pop Music Chart, showing signs of challenging for the top spot.

"Ring, ring~"

Jiang Hao's phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was his agent, William.

"Jon, where are you?"

"I'm writing new songs in my university dorm," Jiang Hao said.

In truth, he was just reading miscellaneous books. He had learned songwriting, but that sort of thing required inspiration. He was no real musical genius who could casually churn out hit songs. Copying classics was so much easier.

William was delighted by Jiang Hao's dedication. "Jon, I'll be at New York University shortly. There are a few things I need to discuss with you."

"Okay. You know where my dorm is. Come on over."

Less than half an hour after hanging up, William arrived. He handed Jiang Hao a stack of data reports. "Jon, these are the latest statistics. They're excellent. A lot of people know your name now. You're one of this year's breakout singers."

Jiang Hao looked over the figures. William glanced around the cramped dorm room and said, "Jon, I think you should move out. You'd live more comfortably that way."

Jiang Hao smiled. "It's comfortable here too. I don't think there's any need to move. We can talk about it after I graduate."

"All right, it's up to you. Jon, I think you need more screen exposure now. You