After finishing the meal, Tian Rao spent half an hour roughly recounting the report she had submitted, and then left.
Jiang Ye was completely relieved after hearing everything. The examiner was one of their own, so was there any possibility of not passing?
However, the review period had not yet passed. Besides Tian Rao, the local observer, there were also external reviews. He didn't know how long it would take for the results to come out.
Jiang Ye thought he could rest for a couple of days. Therefore, before going to bed, he specifically canceled all his alarms and asked his wife not to wake him, wanting to sleep soundly.
After only a few hours of sleep, Jiang Ye's earphone crackled.
Feng Zhi Shuang's panicked voice came through, "Jiang Ye! Something's happened!"
Jiang Ye threw off the covers and got out of bed, running to the study next door. "What is it?"
"The 'Zhi Jun' who write songs just created a new album called Experimental Music. They uploaded the first song an hour ago, titled Vomit No. 1," Feng Zhi Shuang said. "Some employees at Zhi Jun Music City listened to it, and almost everyone who heard the end vomited. I just listened to it myself, and I couldn't help but vomit."
"What in the world?" Jiang Ye was utterly bewildered, almost suspecting he was still dreaming. He pinched his thigh several times.
"That song can make people vomit!" Feng Zhi Shuang exclaimed. "The comment section is going crazy. Go take a look quickly. If you have to, take the song down."
"Does it make people vomit because it's too bad?" Jiang Ye tried to understand the situation.
"It's definitely bad, but I don't know why it makes people vomit," Feng Zhi Shuang's tone was unusually confused. "You'll know when you listen to it."
The earphone crackled again, and the call ended.
Jiang Ye, full of questions, found his dedicated lossless headphones from a drawer, plugged them into his desk, and opened the music software.
Zhi Jun was already very popular. As soon as he typed "z" in the search bar, the first result was Zhi Jun.
Clicking on it, he indeed found a new album titled "Experimental Music." The covers of other albums were normal, featuring landscapes or artistic paintings, but this album's cover was a striking red exclamation mark, seemingly warning people to click with caution.
Jiang Ye clicked into it and selected the first song, "Vomit No. 1."
The song was ten minutes long.
For the first twenty seconds, there was no sound. The lyrics section continuously refreshed with a red warning.
[This is not an entertainment song, but experimental instrumental music. It is highly likely to cause listeners to feel nauseous. Please listen with caution.]
The same warning kept flashing across the entire interface.
At twenty-one seconds, it suddenly entered a trembling violin note.
Then, various instrument sounds emerged one after another. There were traditional instruments like violins, pianos, and erhus, as well as some obscure instrumental sounds, such as the water harp, often used for horror movie soundtracks.
Jiang Ye listened for three minutes and didn't feel any melody. It was like an orchestra was randomly sound-checking, completely without order.
However, a vague sense of unease appeared in his neck and the back of his head.
Jiang Ye frowned. He wasn't playing it loudly, and the music wasn't harsh. There were no obvious unpleasant sounds like fingernails scratching a blackboard, so why would he feel unwell?
By the fifth minute, Jiang Ye's eyes widened. He already felt a sense of nausea.
Goosebumps rose all over his body, and a discomfort brewed within him.
He persisted until the last twenty seconds, when a strong sense of nausea suddenly surged, like foul water gushing out of a sewer without warning. Jiang Ye vomited with a loud "wah!"
He didn't vomit much, just twice, but it landed squarely all over the table.
The song finished playing exactly at that moment.
Jiang Ye was completely stunned. His physical condition was almost ironclad; he never got sick. Yet, he had actually vomited from listening to this song?
Recalling the entire piece, there was no disgusting melody. It just felt like pure noise, so how could it have such a magical effect?
With a buzzing sound, two sweeping robots entered from the doorway, nimbly climbed onto the table, and cleaned up the vomit.
Jiang Ye rinsed his mouth and washed his face, then switched to a calming piece of music. At the same time, he opened the comment section for the song "Vomit No. 1."
There were already as many as four million comments, a remarkable sight. Jiang Ye had never seen a song with so many comments.
"Before listening: How bad can a song be? It won't make me vomit—After listening: My New Year's Eve dinner is coming up!"
"Warning! Warning! This is not alarmist talk, not hyperbole. You will actually vomit after listening to this song! Literal vomiting!"
"I want to kill Zhi Jun! I was in class wearing headphones and secretly listening. I vomited all over my crush in the front row! I'll never forget the look on his face when he turned around!"
"Why is this happening? Why does listening to this song make you vomit? I've listened three times and vomited three times!"
"Don't play it! Don't play it! Don't play it!"
"We're doomed. I was waiting to pick up the bride, and we listened to this song in the car. Everyone in the car vomited profusely. How is this wedding going to happen?"
"I held it in and didn't vomit, but now I feel terrible... This song is truly a devilish tune that invades the mind..."
Jiang Ye felt that things were going to go wrong if this continued.
Logging in with his administrator account, he decisively took down the song.
Before it was taken down, the song had been played nearly ten million times!
This meant that at least several million people had vomited!
Jiang Ye felt it was too late to take it down. Such a song should never have been released in the first place. The Music City had no relevant regulations, as who could have imagined such a song existed in the world?
His premonition was entirely correct.
Soon, Jiang Ye received a string of messages.
Several music associations wanted to ban Zhi Jun Music, citing the disruption of human society through illegal tracks.
A large number of companies threatened to sue.
At a company's annual meeting, random playback was enabled, and this song happened to be played. From the CEO to the security guard at the door, everyone vomited profusely, turning the annual meeting into a scene of filth.
Several companies had their normal work severely disrupted because of this song. It wasn't specified how it caused the disruption.
Even the official music platform sent a warning letter, strictly prohibiting the upload of similar tracks. "Vomit No. 1" would never enter the music library. Due to the negative impact of "Vomit No. 1," Zhi Jun's songs would be suspended from recommendation for a week as a penalty.
Finally, even Li Nan Nan was alerted and called.
Jiang Ye could ignore the previous messages, but the military's attitude was too important. He was even sweating nervously as he answered the phone.
Fortunately, Li Nan Nan did not get angry. She merely requested the copyright of the song "Vomit No. 1" to be held by the military for safekeeping.
There was even a copyright fee of twenty million.
Twenty million for one song was indeed a high price. Jiang Ye felt like he had made a windfall and readily sold the copyright. With the military taking this hot potato, he wouldn't have to worry about this or that.
After handling the matter, Jiang Ye decided to have a face-to-face talk with Zhi Jun.
He left home, got in his car, and flew to Zhi Jun Music City.