Chapter 69: Initiating a Team Invitation!

"Alright, alright!"

Hearing this, Teacher Li's smile blossomed even brighter. "Then I'll go ahead and write your name down! With you participating as our 'Superman Dad', our class is definitely going to win first place!"

[Hahaha, Teacher Li gets it, straight up flattering God Yu right out of the gate.]
[Superman Dad? Is that even a thing? God Yu: That's right, truly me!]
[I can't wait for God Yu to utterly dominate the sports meet! I can already picture the expressions of the other dads when they get crushed!]

After bidding farewell to the teacher, Chen Yu returned home.

The sprawling villa was completely empty; Jiang Zhiyun had gone to the company early in the morning.

Chen Yu welcomed the peace and quiet. He sat down on the plush living room sofa and opened his laptop.

Establishing a music company meant the first step was naturally to recruit talent.

He needed a professional team—singers, producers, promoters... not a single one could be missing.

He skillfully opened the largest music exchange forum in this world: "Hive Music".

This forum gathered a massive number of professional musicians and enthusiasts, making it the premier platform for recruitment.

After a moment of thought, he registered a new ID: "The True God of Music".

Then, he published a post.

Title: [Recruiting partners to build the strongest Mandopop supergroup. Goal: Subvert the era. Serious inquiries only.]

The body text was very simple:

[Myself, the God of Music, holding several epoch-making songs in my hands, am now sincerely recruiting visionary and capable vocal-dance artists, rappers, and music producers to jointly build a team.

Requirements:
1. Passionate about music, with ambition.
2. Exceptional strength, distinctive characteristics.
3. Gender unlimited; those with good looks and great temperament preferred.

Benefits: A future you wouldn't dare to imagine.
Contact: Private message.
Location: Modu.]

This post, from the ID to the content, exuded an intense aura of youthful arrogance and bravado.

If an ordinary person posted something like this, they would be taken for a madman within three minutes, and the post would be drowned in the ocean of information.

However, the poster was the "God of Music".

Moreover, Chen Yu's actions were being live-streamed across the entire internet.

Therefore, the moment this post appeared, the entire "Hive Music" forum exploded.

"What the hell? Am I seeing things? The True God of Music himself? Real or fake?"
"Such an arrogant title! Subvert the era? With that kind of tone, who else besides the God of Music himself would dare say such a thing?"
"Quick, look at the poster's IP address—it's in Modu! The same city as God Yu! Could it... actually be him?"

Consequently, the forum's servers experienced an unprecedented traffic surge in the dead of night.

Countless lurking, bubbling, retired, and current mainstream musicians all went crazy!

The God of Music!

That god-like man was actually going to step into the fray and build a team himself?!

What kind of concept was this?

It was akin to Zhang Sanfeng, the supreme master of the martial arts world, issuing a widespread hero invitation and announcing he would take closing disciples to impart his lifelong cultivation!

In an instant, the entire Mandopop industry—from top-tier mainstream stars to obscure bottom-tier wannabes—swung into action.

Countless private messages flooded into the backend of "The True God of Music".

Meanwhile, the instigator of it all, Chen Yu, had gone to the kitchen to fix himself a bite to eat after posting.

When he returned to the computer holding a plate of sandwiches, he was startled by the red "999+" notification badge in the corner.

"Damn, so many people?"

He felt a bit puzzled.

Are people nowadays really this full of dreams?

His post had been written like a pyramid scheme recruitment pitch, so why were so many people rushing to sign up?

Could it be that the entertainment industry in this world was truly that pathetic, having suffocated these kids to this extent?

Chen Yu scratched his head, too lazy to overthink it.

He clicked on the private messages, and looking at the dense list, he instantly felt a massive headache coming on.

If he had to look through them one by one, it would take until the Year of the Monkey.

"Forget it, I'll leave it to fate."

Chen Yu had always been someone who feared trouble, so he simply went by chronological order and clicked on the profiles of the people who had sent private messages first.

Ranked first was an ID called "Chasing Wind Youth", with an avatar of a cool anime character.

The private message content was very concise: "God of Music, me, the ceiling of vocal-dance performance, beg to be carried."

Second place, ID "Mist and Rain Jiangnan", with an avatar of an ink wash painting.

"Greetings, sir. This humble one lacks talent, but is willing to wield the brush for lyrics and follow your lead through thick and thin."

Third place, ID "Rock Will Never Die", with a skull avatar.

"Bro, do you play rock? The kind that blows the roof off the place!"

Fourth place, ID "Extremely Perfect", with an avatar of a glamorous self-portrait, though it had heavy filters making the facial features hard to discern.

"Little God of Music brother, I'm super good at twirling~ Pick me, pick me~"

...

Chen Yu scanned a few roughly and felt they were all quite... idiosyncratic.

After thinking about it, he simply sent a group message to the first five people who had replied the fastest and looked the most sincere.

[Tomorrow afternoon at two o'clock, come to this address and we'll chat in person.]

Attached below was his home address.

Having done all this, Chen Yu closed his computer with a sense of satisfaction and began pondering the blueprint of his "music empire".

He had no idea at all what kind of monstrous waves his casual action had stirred up in the outside world.

After a few seconds of silence, those IDs that had received a reply emitted a scream on their respective social media platforms that shook the entire entertainment industry.

As for the audience in the live stream room, they were turning green with envy.

[Ahhhhhh! God Yu's house! They are going to God Yu's house!]
[I'm jealous, I am seriously jealous. Why was my typing speed so slow! I was only 0.01 seconds away from the God of Music!]
[Good heavens, did you guys look closely at those IDs? "Chasing Wind Youth" is the reigning top idol Lu Chen! "Extremely Perfect" is the sexy diva Liu Feifei! And that "Mist and Rain Jiangnan" is the rising classical talented girl Su Wan!]
[Holy cow! With this lineup, they could just go straight to broadcasting the Spring Festival Gala?!]
[What is the God of Music trying to do? Is he planning to poach half of the pillars of the Mandopop industry?]
[The funniest part is that God Yu himself doesn't even know! He thinks he just randomly picked a few internet netizens, hahahaha!]
[A massive netizen offline meeting scene: on one side is ordinary netizen Chen Yu, and on the other side... half of the entertainment industry. This picture is too wonderful; I can't bear to look!]

The next day at afternoon, fifty minutes past one.

The doorbell of Chen Yu's house rang precisely.

Sliding his feet in slippers, he walked over leisurely and opened the door.

Standing at the doorway were five people, four men and one woman, all wearing face masks and duck-billed caps, wrapped up tightly.

Even so, it could not conceal the extraordinary aura emanating from them.

Chen Yu looked them over a few times, feeling that a few of their faces... seemed somewhat familiar.

Had he seen them on TV or some billboard before?

He didn't dwell on it; after all, good-looking people always shared certain similarities.

"Here for the interview?" Chen Yu asked lazily, leaning against the door frame.