Wang Feng had just released a new song, and now he and Wang Yi were making headlines together. The song's popularity had been fading, but it surged once again, pushing it back to the top of the music charts.
And so the buzz lasted for several more days.
Meanwhile, Mitchell sent Wang Yi a message:
"Boss, I got some information. Ghost Foot Seven was actually the one who arranged for Wang Feng to ride with you."
Wang Yi understood at once. He wasn't angry in the slightest, though, and replied:
"Trying to ride my coattails? As long as it doesn't hurt my interests, he can go ahead."
With his current perspective and stature, Wang Yi was very forgiving about a lot of things.
It was like a person who, when poor, might haggle with a vegetable seller for ages over a single yuan.
But after making a fortune, he might not care about one or two yuan—or even ten or twenty thousand.
Besides, Wang Yi could understand Wang Feng. He hadn't put out anything notable in the past few years and was close to being forgotten.
After finally releasing a new song, if it failed to attract much attention, he really would fade away.
So, by taking advantage of this opportunity to ride Wang Yi's wave of popularity, he could gain a new burst of attention and slow his decline.
Wang Yi could only marvel. "Ghost Foot Seven really has a knack for this. Leaving aside the stunt with riding my coattails, getting Wang Feng to change the song's title earlier had boosted his popularity all over again. It was pure genius—turning something worthless into something wonderful."
Ghost Foot Seven's marketing campaign for Wang Feng wasn't over yet.
After riding Wang Yi's wave of popularity, some video bloggers posted