dkrc Chapter 48 A Night of Boiling Point
Chapter 48 A Night of Boiling Point
Under the spotlight, Tang Lei stepped onto the stage.
The thunderous shouts subsided the moment he stood still.
Thousands of eyes were focused on him. Tang Lei lowered his head slightly and adjusted the height of the microphone stand in front of him.
Then, he looked at the sea of people below the stage, their faces glowing with the faint light of countless cell phones, and greeted the audience with a smile: "Hello everyone, I am Tang Lei."
A simple greeting sparked another wave of cheers.
"Thank you Xichuan University of Technology, thank you Digital Music Club, thank you to everyone who came here. The next song, 'Lilac,' is for you all. And also for everyone who has a lilac in their heart."
He lowered his head and gently brushed his fingers across the guitar strings.
A beautiful melody, like a clear stream, flowed from his fingertips on a winter night on campus.
"You said you love lilacs the most because your name is lilac. What a melancholy flower, what a sentimental person..."
Tang Lei's voice carried a narrative-like gentleness, but every word was pronounced clearly and full of emotion.
The sadness and longing contained in the song seeped into everyone's heart like mercury spilling onto the ground.
"A life adrift and swaying, so many beautiful dreams woven, and you left so hastily, leaving me with a lifetime of longing..."
Some people in the audience had tears in their eyes.
As the chorus approaches, the melody rises gently. Tang Lei's voice also carries an added sense of unwavering strength.
"The grave is covered in flowers, how much you longed for that beauty! Look at the mountains and fields covered in them, do you still feel lonely?"
In the audience, someone raised their phone, the light shining like twinkling stars.
Some people sang along, and then started crying.
Some people just stood there, listening quietly, silently shedding tears.
The chorus grew louder and louder. Thousands of young voices, each carrying their own stories and emotions, came together to sing this song of youth and farewell, a song that touched the softest corner of everyone's heart.
Tang Lei stood on the stage, closed his eyes, and sang with great passion.
He recalled the nights he wrote this song, the years he spent struggling alone in Shenzhen, the despair he felt being bullied by Zhao Xiaohu, and the look in Lin Feng's eyes when he was slapped in the face downstairs.
Then he returned to the present, looking at the crowd cheering and singing along below the stage.
He opened his eyes after singing the last line.
The crowd below the stage erupted in cheers.
"Tang Lei! Tang Lei! Tang Lei!"
The shouts grew louder and louder.
Standing on the stage, looking at these young faces and those red, tear-filled eyes, Tang Lei suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
He took a deep breath and said into the microphone, "Thank you."
On the side of the stage, Lin Feng stood with his hands in his pockets. Looking at the ocean of starlight and sound before him, and at Tang Lei on stage, completely immersed in the music, Lin Feng himself was filled with emotion.
Become!
It wasn't just this performance, but all his plans that were perfectly presented at this moment.
Not far away, Manager Chen from the mobile company had crumpled the registration form in his hand. He turned to Manager Zhang from "XunJie Audio" beside him and said firmly.
"Manager Zhang, we must get this song. Get it now!"
Manager Zhang tried to explain, "I know, but..."
"No buts." Manager Chen immediately interrupted him, "If you, Xunji Audio, can't sign this contract, our mobile company will find other service providers ourselves. This song is already a hit on campus, and after tonight, the whole country will know about it."
Manager Zhang was silent for a few seconds. Then, he walked aside and made a phone call to his superiors.
Su Wan from the music club was taking photos nearby, her hands trembling. She took hundreds of photos, but not a single one was clear; they were all blurry images of light and shadow and swaying figures. But these blurry photos had more atmosphere.
Shen Jingyi leaned against the tent. After finishing her song, she was too exhausted to cheer. She glanced at Tang Lei on the stage, then looked at the "unbelievable" club president.
When she first joined the music club, she never imagined that the digital music club could organize such a grand music festival. She also never imagined that the club president could invite Tang Lei and the Travelers band, making the student council's Christmas party feel so overwhelming.
All of this stems from the president's incredible energy.
On stage, after singing "Lilac Flower", Tang Lei sang another song, "Night in a Foreign Land".
Outside the square, the principal and Teacher Zheng stood side by side.
The principal looked at the breathtaking scene before him and listened to the collective chorus that pierced the night sky, feeling utterly incredulous.
As the principal, he has seen countless cultural and artistic events, but such a strong emotional resonance and high level of student participation as tonight are truly rare.
He turned to Teacher Zheng and said, "This student, Lin Feng, has excellent organizational skills. The Digital Music Club is fantastic; the school's Youth League Committee should commend them!"
Teacher Zheng nodded repeatedly: "Understood, Principal. I'll arrange it immediately!"
The principal sighed, expressing his disappointment: "The party organized by the student union in the auditorium was a complete mess. You should have the student in charge give it a thorough review. Student work needs to be relevant to the students; formalism and forced assignments will not lead anywhere."
"Yes, Principal, I will definitely convey the message and handle it seriously," Teacher Zheng replied immediately.
After Tang Lei sang three songs, the music festival came to a climax. The crowd lingered, reluctant to leave. Students surrounded Tang Lei, asking for autographs and photos.
Lin Feng directed via walkie-talkie: "Security team, move forward and escort Teacher Tang Lei out in an orderly manner. Tan Zhao, take a few people and clear the way. Su Wan, guide the crowd and inform them of the follow-up arrangements for the autograph session!"
Tan Zhao took the lead and carved out a narrow path through the enthusiastic crowd.
Lin Feng also personally protected Tang Lei, whispering "Excuse me, please let me pass" while steadily guiding him to move outwards.
Just then, Manager Zhang from "Swift Sound" rushed over, panting, "President Lin! Teacher Tang! Please wait!"
Lin Feng stopped and gestured for Tan Zhao to wait a moment: "Manager Zhang, is there anything else?"
"Yes! I have something important to discuss!" Manager Zhang gasped for breath, no longer caring about his composure.
"Mr. Lin, look! We'll take the revenue share from the ringback tones, as you said, 30%! Plus an advance payment of 10,000! As long as you agree, I'll have the company prepare the contract overnight, and we'll officially sign it tomorrow! We'll process the special approval process and make the payment immediately!"
At this moment, Manager Zhang had completely abandoned his previous arrogant attitude. Manager Chen from the mobile company also came over.
Lin Feng didn't rush to agree.
Manager Chen said, "Our mobile company is rushing to meet its year-end targets and urgently needs content with explosive potential. We have high hopes for the song 'Lilac Flower'! But if XunJie is really having difficulties, I have several service providers with whom we have very smooth cooperation, and I can immediately recommend them to General Manager Lin and Teacher Tang."
Manager Zhang's face turned pale instantly, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Mobile distribution channels were the lifeblood of the company; if his mistake led to another SP (Service Provider) signing a hit song, he would be finished with the company.
Manager Zhang pleaded, "President Lin, Mr. Tang, I was mistaken before; the company's processes were rigid... I sincerely apologize to both of you! Please give Xunji Sound a chance to cooperate!"
Tang Lei looked at Lin Feng somewhat helplessly, wondering how Lin Feng would handle the situation.
Lin Feng's expression remained calm and composed: "Thank you both for your recognition. Everyone is very tired tonight, and Teacher Tang also needs rest. Since your company has shown new sincerity, we can find a quiet place to discuss this again tomorrow morning. What do you two think?"
Lin Feng neither immediately agreed to the cooperation, nor did he give Xunji Sound a chance.
Manager Zhang could only nod repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes! Let's talk again tomorrow morning!"
Manager Chen nodded: "Alright. Then we won't disturb Professor Tang's rest any longer. We look forward to future cooperation."
"Thank you." With Tan Zhao and the others clearing the way, Lin Feng escorted Tang Lei back to the hotel.