Chapter 232: Chapter 232 Keyboard Warrior_1
Memories of sparring with Miaoyin Venerable, long past, surged forth like a spring.
Ye Fei hastily picked up his pen and began to scrawl dots and lines.
Before long, lines of beautiful melodies arranged by the five notes of the Chinese scale danced onto the paper.
One piece.
Two pieces.
Three pieces.
In less than an hour, Ye Fei had composed a total of thirteen pieces of music!
And each one was more exquisite than the last!
Ye Fei collected these scores and logged into the public account he had just created.
Upon looking, in just one short hour, the number of followers had already reached an impressive 180,000 and was still increasing at a visible rate.
Feeling inspired, Ye Fei posted an update.
"Thank you for your support. In the future, I will continue to tailor more outstanding works for Miss Tingting. Stay tuned!"
As soon as he had posted the update, a flood of comments came in.
Most of them were filled with envy and were far from friendly.
"Hey, yet another dumb bird leeching off the hype! If you’re going to impersonate someone, at least do it professionally, okay? You don’t even have verification, who are you trying to fool?"
"You? Tailor-made? You leeching dog don’t even deserve to lick Ting Bao’s feet!"
"Just ignore him, everyone; he’s just a stupid buffoon!"
Ye Fei was no stranger to the rampant toxicity on the internet.
But he had nothing to explain to these people, so he planned to turn off his phone and go play with his daughter.
But just then, he saw a message from an account named "Little Ye."
"Yezi believes you are definitely the great Miaoyin! And Yezi will always support you! Oh, right, daddy said that the great one will compose many songs that Yezi likes in the future! I wonder if it’s true? Hehe(#^.^#)..."
Ye Fei smiled faintly, just about to reply, when he saw several comments under Little Ye’s message that made him furious.
"Look everyone, found a shameless braindead fan!"
"Little kid, how could this guy possibly be the Miaoyin Venerable. It’s fine to be naïve, but being stupid is your sin."
"Little mischievous child, it’s not uncle saying this, but your dad is bullshitting you; do you believe it? Ridiculous? A bizarre father and son, haha!"
Little Ye didn’t take it lying down and quickly replied, "My daddy would never bluff! You all are talking nonsense!"
But how could childhood innocence stand up to the shamelessness of the keyboard warriors.
The comments that followed made Ye Fei even more enraged.
"Has the little runt played with his phone until he’s gone dumb? Composing for you, who do you think you are?"
"The father is mad; the kid’s dumb; this family is quite funny! Not to discourage you, kiddo, but if Miaoyin Venerable composes for you, uncle will perform a live stream of eating shit! How about it?"
"Sure thing, I’ll live stream running naked!"
"Count me in, I’ll live stream slapping myself with a durian! Just for kicks, since it won’t happen anyway. Haha!"
"If Miaoyin Venerable doesn’t compose for you, uncle doesn’t ask for much, just serve uncle down there."
"Haha, good idea, I want in!"
"Me too! Me too!"
"Little missy, why so silent? Do you dare to take the bet or not?"
Little Ye replied stubbornly with just one word: "Dare!"
Ye Fei couldn’t stand it anymore and threw his phone aside.
In the living room, Little Ye was in tears while Yueru gently comforted her.
Seeing Ye Fei, Little Ye rushed over with a loud cry.
"Boohoo... They said you are a liar, called me a fool, and said, said that Miaoyin Venerable would never compose music for me. Daddy, were you really lying to me?"
Little Ye looked up at Ye Fei with large tearful eyes, her expression heartbreakingly earnest.
Su Yueru couldn’t contain her anger and glared fiercely at Ye Fei.
Ye Fei offered a bitter smile, embraced his daughter, and with a gentle yet firm voice said, "Silly child, daddy would never lie to you! Miaoyin Venerable will indeed create the most beautiful songs in the world for you!"
The next day.
Ye Fei had arranged an early meeting with Gao Feng and Xiao Tingting in the studio.
As soon as they met, he got straight to the point and presented the thirteen pieces he had written the night before.
"Tingting, I will craft an album for you each year for the next three years. For this year’s first album, pick out five songs from these thirteen to be the main tracks," he said.
Xiao Tingting held the thirteen scores reverently, one by one, and was instantly stunned!
"My God, Ye Fei, are all these songs composed for me?!"
"Correct," said Ye Fei.
Xiao Tingting could no longer hold back her tears of excitement and wept like a child.
It was unavoidable, after struggling for so many years without success.
And when happiness came, it arrived so suddenly.
Just one song had already rocketed her to fame.
Now there were thirteen! It was hard to imagine how famous she would become in the future!
How could she ever repay such a huge debt of gratitude?
"Boss Gao, for the external affairs, I’m depending on you. Also, hire several top lyricists and songwriters immediately to complete the remaining songs. The album must be finished and released within a week! Then there’s the concert; we need to strike while the iron is hot, you understand," Ye Fei said.
"Understood! I’ll get on it right away!" Gao Feng was also thrilled beyond measure, although he had no clue how Ye Fei had managed to produce thirteen divine-level scores overnight.
But he knew that with these thirteen scores, for the next five years, no, even ten or twenty years, money would flood in like the tide.
Ye Fei spoke seriously, "I have another request; from the promotion to the cover, I want these words included, ’This album is lovingly dedicated to the adorable Little Ye.’
"No problem!" Gao Feng nodded.
Xiao Tingting, wiping her tears, said, "Rest assured, Ye Fei, I will personally dedicate songs to Little Ye at the concert!"
"Alright," Ye Fei nodded, he pulled Gao Feng aside, took out his phone, and whispered softly, "One more thing; I need your help to track down these keyboard warriors. They’ve made their bed with their own words; how can they not lie in it?"
