novelinnhs Chapter 87 The rival is dumbfounded: Who exactly is this Qilin?
Chapter 87 The rival is dumbfounded: Who exactly is this Qilin?
"Can't find it?"
Zhou Lixing stared intently at the report sent by the private investigator, his eyes bloodshot.
"How could it not be found?"
"Did he spring from a crack in a rock?"
As the young heir to Dynasty Entertainment, his network of connections in the industry is terrifying. As long as this person is still alive, even if they're hiding in the sewers, he can find them.
But now, the feedback is all negative.
Copyright registration information: Encrypted.
Bank transfer records: offshore accounts, multiple layers of intermediaries, and the source cannot be traced.
Even the registered IP address of the account "Qilin" keeps jumping around in different parts of the world, one second in Antarctica and the next second in Bermuda.
"Young Master Zhou, is there any possibility...?"
The public relations manager next to him wiped away a cold sweat and cautiously speculated:
"This 'Qilin' isn't a person at all?"
Zhou Lixing turned around abruptly: "What do you mean?"
"This level of lyrics, composition, and arrangement, with such diverse styles, is very difficult for one person to complete. Starry Sky Media must have been in a hurry this time, not only using their best-kept secrets, but possibly even..."
The manager swallowed hard, his eyes turning sinister.
"They might even have fabricated a god-like persona, with a top-notch production team behind it all. They want to create a legend, using this mystique to generate buzz!"
"Creating a god?"
Zhou Lixing was stunned for a moment, then a cold smile of sudden realization curled at the corner of his mouth.
Yes.
How come I didn't think of that?
Where are there any geniuses who appear out of nowhere?
This is clearly a complete capital marketing campaign!
"What a joke, Starry Sky Media, what a joke, Su Qingge, actually trying to play this kind of 'fabrication' trick on me."
Zhou Lixing sat back down in his chair, straightened his disheveled tie, and the panic in his eyes disappeared, replaced by an even more vicious scheming.
Since we can't find you, it proves that you don't exist.
If you don't exist, then it's a fraud.
"Issue a press release."
Zhou Lixing tapped his fingers on the table, making a "thump-thump" sound, his tone chilling:
"Let's say that 'Qilin' is a fabricated persona created by Starry Sky Media to salvage its stock price. Let a few famous music critics 'analyze' the song from a professional perspective, and the disjointed style of the song confirms that it is a product cobbled together by the team."
"I'm going to let the whole internet know that Su Qingge is not only washed up, but also a complete liar!"
……
Meanwhile, at Genting Manor, in the study.
Lin Zhou sat cross-legged on a large leather chair, holding a freshly brewed cup of goji berry tea, leisurely scrolling through Weibo.
Just as he had predicted, the online sentiment began to become unpredictable.
Although "Legend" is still dominating the charts, the discussion about "who exactly is Qilin" has gradually evolved into a conspiracy theory frenzy.
The hashtag #QilinTeamGhostwriting# quietly climbed to the bottom of the trending searches thanks to the efforts of Dynasty Entertainment.
"This generation of netizens has quite a vivid imagination."
Lin Zhou couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the detailed analyses.
It's one thing to call him a "reclusive master who returned from abroad," but some people actually call him an "AI songwriting robot"?
Some people even dug up Su Qingge's old interviews, claiming that "Qilin" was actually Su Qingge's deceased first love, and that she was making money through ghosts and spirits.
The more it's spread, the more outrageous it becomes.
"It seems we need to add some more fuel to this fire."
Lin Zhou put down his teacup and opened the encrypted "Qilin" account.
At this point, explaining anything is useless; the more you explain, the worse it gets.
The best way to fight back is to use memes.
As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.
His fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard, editing an extremely short yet information-packed post:
"Stop looking, stop guessing."
"There's no team involved, and there's no conspiracy."
"I'm just an ordinary...stay-at-home dad."
"I write songs just to make my wife happy and, incidentally, to earn some money for groceries."
Click to send.
Posting this message was like pouring a bucket of cold water into a pot of boiling oil.
If you ignore the IP address, this is just a normal Versailles statement.
But the problem is...
Due to the system's "oversight" (or perhaps intentional), the location of this dynamic IP address is clearly displayed—
[IP Location: Beijing - Yunding Manor]
boom--!
This completely paralyzed the network.
What kind of place is Genting Manor?
That's the most exclusive area for the wealthy in Beijing, inhabited by either business tycoons or top celebrities.
Most importantly, the entire internet knows that the queen of pop, Su Qingge, lives in a mansion in Cloud Top Manor!
"Holy crap! The case's solved!"
"IP address at Cloud Top Manor? Does the Great God Qilin live next door to Su Qingge? Or...?"
"A stay-at-home dad? Making his wife happy? This is a lot of information! Could Qilin be Su Qingge's husband?"
"Impossible! That gigolo Lin Zhou can't even read sheet music, how could he possibly be a Qilin? Unless pigs can fly!"
"There's only one explanation..."
A bombshell rumor quickly spread through the comments section:
"This 'Qilin' is Su Qingge's canary kept in her mansion...?"
"Or perhaps... the real secret marriage partner? Lin Zhou is just a shield?"
"This is so exciting! A gigolo is being cheated on? He's keeping his wife at home while having affairs on the side?"
Seeing these increasingly outrageous speculations, Lin Zhou almost spat out the tea in his mouth.
It's a shame that netizens with such creative minds aren't writing novels.
However, he achieved his goal.
The muddier the water, the better the fish will touch.
If Zhou Lixing wants to muddy the waters, then he'll turn this pool into a complete muddy mess, so that no one can see the truth underneath.
Just then, the sound of the front door opening came from downstairs.
Immediately following was the sound of slightly tired high heels.
Su Qingge is back.
Lin Zhou quickly closed the computer screen, wiped his face, adjusted his expression, and the strategist "Great God of Qilin" disappeared instantly, replaced by a gentle and virtuous "stay-at-home husband".
He pushed open the study door and went out.
In the living room, Su Qingge collapsed onto the soft sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.
She was still wearing her trench coat, and her face showed signs of fatigue from recording for a long time, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, sparkling with excitement.
"Honey, you're back?"
Lin Zhou walked over and skillfully helped her take off her high heels and put on comfortable slippers. "Are you hungry? I left some bird's nest porridge for you in the pot."
I'm not hungry.
Su Qingge shook her head, her voice a little hoarse.
She looked at Lin Zhou squatting in front of her, at his flawless expression of concern, and the strange feeling in her heart grew stronger and stronger.
On her way back, she listened to the demo of "Legend" over and over again in the car.
The male lead singer whose voice was altered.
Although the timbre is completely different, and although there is no distinguishing feature.
but.
Those subtle habits when taking a breath.
That lazy tone that habitually drags out a half-beat at the end of a sentence.
They look exactly alike...
"Lin Zhou".
Su Qingge suddenly sat up straight, staring intently at him, "Is Nuonuo asleep?"
"Not yet, he's rolling around in bed, insisting on waiting for you to come back and tell him a story." Lin Zhou pointed to the second floor.
"Go and talk to her."
Su Qingge pointed upstairs, her tone leaving no room for doubt, "Let's tell the story of the star and the meteorite. Go now."
Lin Zhou was stunned for a moment.
What's going on here?
But he didn't think much of it and nodded: "Okay, then you can rest for a while."
Lin Zhou turned and went upstairs, pushing open the door to the children's room.
Su Qingge did not rest.
She took off her trench coat, went barefoot, and quietly followed like a silent cat.
She stood at the door of the children's room, but instead of going in, she pressed her ear against the crack in the door.
Inside the room, Lin Zhou's gentle voice came:
"A long, long time ago... hmm... there was a star..."
He is telling a story.
He spoke slowly and with great focus.
Every pause, every breath, even the handling of the final sound of a phrase.
Su Qingge covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming.
so similar.
It's so similar.
If you ignore facial features and voice tone, and only listen to the rhythm and intonation of the speech...
The man inside the room was telling his daughter a story, and the mysterious "Qilin" who sent the email and saved the entire Starry Sky Media.
simply……
The same.