I became a music industry godfather by writing confidantes.

Chapter 079 Chaos

Yang Du was making waves at the CBD Liuguang Cinema, attending a premiere and closing a new deal.

But Jiang Yinglan, who was far away on the other side of the capital, was not in such a good mood.

In the past few days, Jiang Yinglan has felt pain even when she breathes.

Jiang Yinglan, who has achieved her current status in the music industry, is certainly not stupid. How could she not see that Yang Du's three consecutive articles on the theme of "evil mother-in-law" were a way of subtly criticizing and attacking her directly?

Considering she is a visiting professor at the Central Conservatory of Music, a Golden Bell Award winner, and a highly respected senior figure in the industry, having spent most of her life amidst flowers and applause, when has she ever suffered such a silent loss?

The most frustrating thing is that she has to grit her teeth and swallow her anger, without even having anyone to confide in.

Just in case, and fearing that someone she knows might recognize her, Jiang Yinglan has even forced herself to give up her old habit of rubbing her thumb back and forth on the rim of the cup three times in the past few days.

You should know that this was a habit she unconsciously developed when she was a child, when her father, who had spent his whole life studying, repeatedly taught her to think twice before acting.

It's been over forty years!

This action had long since become an instinct.

Now, when she drinks tea, she has to consciously control her thumb and resist rubbing the rim of the cup. This feeling is even more unbearable than having ants crawling all over her body.

Not only that, she also suspects that Yang Du's Qiuniu Studio secretly hired online trolls to stir up trouble, and the online reputation surrounding her has become quite complicated in the past two days.

Many passersby even started dredging up old grievances, mocking her for being too paternalistic, a notorious hypocrite, a condescending elder, and an old-fashioned relic abandoned by the times...

This is absolutely outrageous!

Good deeds go unrewarded!

Just when Jiang Yinglan felt like she was about to suffer internal injuries from this pent-up anger, she saw Yang Du's interview on the red carpet.

Well, you actually dared to respond!

Writing satirical pieces about wicked mothers-in-law is fine, but the lack of evidence is a problem.

But to openly throw money in front of dozens of media cameras and respond to industry veterans in such a sensational way is surely absurd and disrespectful.

This kind of immoral and arrogant behavior has been witnessed by every single person in the country.

Jiang Yinglan calmed herself down, picked up her phone, and dialed a familiar number.

……

Chen Jianguo, vice chairman of the Chinese Musicians Association, frowned slightly as he listened to the accusations on the other end of the phone, but his tone remained calm.

"Professor Jiang, I completely understand your feelings. In the past two years, there has indeed been a certain superficiality in our music industry, or rather, the arts and culture sector as a whole."

"A very small number of young comrades, relying on their cleverness and achieving some small successes, become complacent and lose their artistic direction."

"To make music, you must first learn to be a good person. Our Music Association has always emphasized both moral integrity and artistic excellence. Moral integrity comes first; it is a principle and a bottom line."

After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Chen Jianguo nodded in deep agreement and continued, "Professor Jiang, the situation you raised is very important. Our association firmly opposes this kind of attention-grabbing, vulgar, and lowbrow hype that creates a negative impact on society."

"Doesn't the Music Association select an Outstanding Young Musician of the Year every year at the end of the year? This award is officially endorsed, and it values ​​not only the works, but also the musician's character."

Yang Du has outstanding commercial achievements and official gala performances to his name, so Beijing Conservatory of Music has every reason to promote him. Chen Jianguo naturally knew the purpose of Jiang Yinglan's phone call.

He continued, "Since young people are so impetuous, we, as the older generation, have a responsibility and obligation to help them make informed decisions."

"For comrades whose conduct is controversial, I think we can hold off on this year's nominations and let them cool down. Let them go back and reflect, and temper their character. This might not be a bad thing for their long-term development. Don't you think so?"

Jiang Yinglan on the other end of the phone was clearly very satisfied with the answer. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, she hung up the phone.

"Old Chen, who were you talking about just now?" Chen Jianguo's wife, Xiao Peiwen, placed the fruit plate on the coffee table and then asked.

Chen Jianguo picked up a slice of watermelon and waved it dismissively: "Who else could it be? A young student from the Beijing Conservatory of Music, named Yang Du."

"Speaking of Yang Du, he does have some talent for songwriting. He's only been in the industry for a little over two months, yet he's already won three chart-topping hits, achieving remarkable commercial success. It's a pity..."

Chen Jianguo smacked his lips, with a hint of regret: "He went astray, spending his days writing mundane and vulgar articles online to attract attention and gain traffic."

"Professor Jiang is a senior, and he kindly gave him some pointers during the interview. His words were a bit harsh, but it was for his own good. Who knew that this kid not only didn't appreciate it, but also publicly threw money on the red carpet and argued unreasonably."

"He has become disrespectful to his teachers and arrogant after achieving some success. This kind of troublemaker must be suppressed to prevent him from suffering a major setback in the future and disgracing the Beijing Conservatory of Music."

Xiao Peiwen sneered, "Suppress it? Old Chen, you've only been vice chairman for a few years, don't you even know what human suffering is anymore?"

Chen Jianguo hadn't expected his wife to refute him so decisively. He immediately retorted, "Aren't those stories he wrote about infidelity, adultery, and wicked mothers-in-law just vulgar, fast-food literature?"

"I don't think it's vulgar at all," Xiao Peiwen stood up. "Those three stories about wicked mothers-in-law are clearly documentary literature; they really resonated with me."

A sense of foreboding rose in Chen Jianguo's heart.

"How did your mother treat me when I first married into your family? She was always finding fault behind my back, setting rules, complaining about this and that. Have you forgotten all of that?"

"No, wife—"

"When I was wronged at your house, I would hide under the covers and cry at night. What did you say to me? You said that parents are never wrong, and that I only have one mother. She used to live alone in the countryside, and now she is getting old. As her daughter-in-law, you should be more understanding of her."

"What, you only have one mother in your life, but you have several wives, and you can switch wives anytime, right?"

"Oh dear, this...this is all nonsense." Chen Jianguo's face turned red, and he was sweating profusely with anxiety.

"What's your hurry? I haven't finished yet!" Xiao Peiwen wiped away her tears. "Back then, I gave birth to two daughters, Tingting and Mengmeng. Your mother secretly approached your older brother, wanting to adopt your good-for-nothing nephew, saying he'd take care of us in our old age! Bah!"

"When she said her daughter would eventually marry out of the family, and that it's good to keep the wealth within the family, didn't you find that vulgar? When she wanted to bring in a wolf to steal her daughter's inheritance, why didn't she talk to your mother about being virtuous and talented?"

Or perhaps...

Xiao Peiwen reached out and tapped Chen Jianguo's forehead: "Did you get hit where it hurts? You're still secretly siding with your biased mother, regretting not adopting your nephew, aren't you? Say something!"

Chen Jianguo was speechless after being rebuked, and said sullenly, "Why bring up these old, rotten things again... Besides... my mother... has been gone for more than ten years..."

"You have to explain things clearly today. I'm calling Tingting and Mengmeng right now and letting them judge this. I can't live like this anymore."