Volume One, Chapter 98: Setting Out for Battle

A new song?

Whether in the live streaming room or among the staff on site, everyone was stunned.

During today’s preparations, Jiang Yu hadn’t mentioned anything about releasing a new song. Why was he suddenly announcing he would perform one now?

Jiang Yu sat down and began adjusting the music.

“Let me turn around and walk away, resolute and unyielding,”
“Wiping away my tears, I let go of my mother’s hand.”
“When the nation faces peril, we stand united as one.”
“With a single rallying cry, everyone is ready to respond!”

The moment Jiang Yu started singing, the familiar feeling returned—the same stirring flavor as always.

Passionate, surging!

This was Jiang Yu.

The chat exploded.

[Everyone is ready!]
[Salute to the medical workers going against the tide!]
[These lines cut to the heart. My brother is a medical worker too. My mother has been crying for days! Brother Yu, thank you!]

“Please accept my petition, all for the people of our land.”
“For my brothers and sisters, let me press my fingerprint in pledge!”
“For peace across the world, for countless lives.”
“For the compassion of healers, for our beloved homeland!”

They went to the epidemic zone without hesitation. They fought with all their might against the virus, for the sake of millions. They stood at the very front!

These lyrics were accompanied by the sound of a young woman named Chengcheng, sobbing on the other end of the live connection.

For brothers and sisters, for peace in all the land!

News of Jiang Yu performing a new song during the livestream spread like wildfire, and the room was soon flooded with even more viewers.

“He stands at attention as the flag flutters in the wind, the bugle of charge blares urgently.”
“I march through the night toward the epidemic zone, vowing to vanquish this plague.”
“So many heroes are gathering—let me fight at the very front for you.”
“All our hearts are tightly linked, making us ever more united.”

Meanwhile, at the Zhongguang building.

Yang He was listening to his secretary’s report.

All kinds of documents lay spread across the desk.

“Minister, this so-called rap—there’s no bottom line. It’s full of vulgarities and has caused serious negative impact. I suggest we directly ban this kind of art form.”

Yang He looked at the reports, his expression grim. He’d heard about rap before; technically, it had originated from China. But he hadn’t expected it to evolve into something like this.

He sighed faintly. “Call a meeting and propose a ban on this type of artistic expression.”

“Minister, there’s a program that was just approved—should we notify them as well? The one called ‘China’s Got Rappers’.”

“Notify them to suspend and make corrections.”

“Understood, I’ll notify them right away.”

Not long after, everyone in the department had assembled. While waiting for the leadership, some rested on the table, others scrolled through their phones.

Just then, Yang He entered the conference room.

Suddenly, he noticed a familiar face on an employee’s phone screen—Jiang Yu.

“Xiao Cai, what are you watching?” Yang He walked over.

The young man named Xiao Cai turned and, seeing it was Yang He, immediately stood up. “Sir, I’m watching Jiang Yu’s livestream!”

“Jiang Yu’s livestream?” Yang He was surprised. Was that kid dabbling in streaming now?

Xiao Cai nodded, face full of excitement. “Jiang Yu is singing a fiery rap right now—he’s amazing…”

Rap? Hearing the word, Yang He frowned. He had high hopes for Jiang Yu, but why had he suddenly started doing rap? He couldn’t just watch Jiang Yu go down this self-destructive path.

Xiao Cai continued, “Jiang Yu is singing for the medical workers heading to the front lines.”

“What?”

Yang He was taken aback. “Turn up the volume.”

The sound of rap poured from the phone, catching the attention of everyone in the conference room.

“With hair bristling in fury, standing by the railing, the rain has ceased and it’s the night of departure.”
“Gazing upward, I let out a long, passionate cry, my heroic soul undying.”
“Thirty years’ achievements, dust and spit, eight thousand miles under the clouds and moon.”
“The Yangtze’s waters never cease, for the sake of my countless compatriots.”

Hearing these lyrics, Yang He smiled. This Jiang, he really did change his perspective on rap. He’d heard “Mountains and Rivers” before, but this new song, “Expedition,” pleased him even more.

So it wasn’t rap people hated, but the vulgar, uncultured yelling masquerading as it!

Just then, the secretary returned after notifying the show’s producers. “Minister, the notice has been sent.”

Yang He smiled. “Notify them again: there’s no need for corrections to the program itself, but the singers within need to be addressed. No—tell them not to make any immediate changes. Instead, contact Jiang Yu and get hold of the song he’s performing now.”

The secretary glanced at the phone.

Jiang Yu was still passionately singing in the livestream.

“Watch this—never will the sons and daughters of China bow their heads!”
“For this lifetime, I stand with you through hardship and storm!”

After listening to the whole song, the secretary was visibly delighted. “Understood. I’ll contact Jiang Yu right away.”

At that moment, the streaming room’s chat was in a frenzy.

But due to server overload, some viewers couldn’t watch the stream smoothly.

Frustrated, they swarmed the official account of Doujoy, venting their anger.

The staff were sweating buckets. “President Qin, we can’t hold on any longer! The server load is way over capacity—we can’t increase it anymore!”

“Jiang Yu is incredible. In all my years in livestreaming, I’ve never seen anyone crash our servers like this!”

“President Qin, should we upgrade our servers?”

Not just the staff—even Qin Shuyao herself was wide-eyed with shock.

While she was thrilled at the wisdom of her spontaneous decision, she was also deeply stunned.

Is this the power of Jiang Yu’s influence?

She’d checked—Jiang Yu had only a little over four million followers on Weibo, not even as many as some internet celebrities.

But even those influencers with tens of millions of fans couldn’t generate this kind of effect during their broadcasts.

Is this the difference between an internet celebrity and a true star?

“Upgrade. We must upgrade after this broadcast!” Qin Shuyao bit her lip. “It’s almost over—just hold on a bit longer, we have to make it last!”

Back in the streaming room.

Jiang Yu gradually quieted down.

The song ended. “Chengcheng, did you get the recording?”

The fan on the other end, her voice choked with tears: “I did. Thank you, Brother Yu, thank you!”

“Alright! See you next time!”

Jiang Yu flashed a smile and closed the livestream.

“We’re finally done!”

The entire staff at Doujoy cheered—they’d lost count of how many times they’d had to maintain the servers.

“What about the numbers? What’s today’s data?”

A staff member hurriedly handed over the report.

Seeing the figures, Qin Shuyao immediately picked up her phone, dialed a number, and let out a scream of excitement once it connected!

At Tangu Palace.

Su Muyu was on the phone. When she saw Jiang Yu emerge from his room, she flashed a charming smile and hung up.

“Was that Qin Shuyao?” Jiang Yu asked.

“Yes, she was practically losing her mind with excitement. She asked me to thank you and said she’d treat you to a lavish meal.”

“You’ve got a good friend there—she really knows what she’s doing!”

Su Muyu playfully slapped him.

Jiang Yu just chuckled.

Just then, his phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, his face showed a hint of confusion.

Why was the leader calling him all of a sudden?