Giant Panda

"It's not far off. It's at the end of next month, during the last week of January. The main stage will be set at the Datangshan Aviation Museum on the outskirts of Beijing in the Changping District, in the town of Xiaotangshan." He directly answered Miaoyi's question, his eyes filled with hope as if waiting for her response.

And indeed, as Miaoyi's boss and the head of East Records, he was definitely dreaming of her agreeing to sign this performance contract. After all, being part of Ultra, one of the world's top three renowned electronic music festivals, held a significance unlike any other domestic electronic music event. Only the crème de la crème of artists were chosen to grace its stages, and even the secondary stages held more prestige than many popular domestic electronic music festivals.

For East who had performed at Ultra in the past—though, admittedly, he no longer held that privilege—after creating East Records and staying away from the frontline of the electronic music scene for so long, it was challenging to regain that opportunity. He had transformed from a lively and ambitious DJ into a middle-aged man who now seemed more like an earnest office worker.

Thus, hoping for such an opportunity now would be unrealistic. Only Miaoyi could fill that role.

East Records was a powerful company, but without East actively performing, they were missing a face. If Miaoyi could once again grace the stage as an artist of East Records, the impact would shake the minds of the entire Chinese electronic music community!

"I'll have to think about it..." Miaoyi looked at the invitation letter without immediately accepting or rejecting it. "How about this, you can leave this invitation with me, and I'll carefully consider it. If I feel okay with it, I might make a trip there."

"Not giving an immediate answer?" He seemed a bit disappointed, but he refrained from saying more. Instead, he nodded, "Alright then. In any case, as long as you're happy, the record label won't pressure you."

"Thank you. Well, in that case, I'll head back with Qiuying now. If there's anything else you need to attend to, feel free to do so. When I'm ready to return to the Capital, we'll send you off." Miaoyi kept the document safe, placed it in Qiuying's bag, and finished her drink without lingering much longer. She bid farewell as she was genuinely preoccupied, not in the mood for small talk.

So much had happened in such a short time, and it seemed like Miaoyi's life was about to turn upside down. She needed some time to digest it all.

After making it into the Top 100 DJs list overnight, even before the public fervour reached its peak, Miaoyi already felt the pressure. Thus, she wanted to carefully consider participating in Ultra. After all, she had just performed live not too long ago.

"Alright then." He nodded again, but his expression revealed a hint of helplessness. He could only let them go. After they left, he sighed lightly, considering himself quite a failure as their boss.

His gaze returned to Miaoyi.

This meeting allowed Miaoyi to successfully obtain a performance contract from Ultra.

It wasn't as if there were no gains at all. At the very least, Miaoyi really wanted to sign the invitation on the spot. At the very least, this invitation letter was something Miaoyi had longed for in her past and present lives, enough to brave a sea of reporters just to come to this meeting.

Now, the matter with Ultra was settled, and the surprise from being Top 100 wearing off, there were no further unexpected twists. So, what would Miaoyi do next?

Regarding this question, she had some vague plans in her mind. Perhaps, after dealing with pressing matters, she would focus on the Ultra opportunity; she needed to prioritize her tasks.

"What are you going to do next?"

Soon after, while in a taxi on their way home, Qiuying turned her head and asked Miaoyi, who was engrossed with her phone.

At this moment, the two of them were heading home and decided to take a taxi instead of squeezing into the crowded subway or bus. Miaoyi put her phone down and pondered for a moment before replying, "An interview? Didn't Yun Jie arrange for me to appear on a tv program recently? I think the recording starts tomorrow, so I need to prepare for that."

"Oh, I see..." Qiuying suddenly realized, recalling the situation. She smiled and said, "You better prepare yourself for a lot more. Earning a spot in the Top 100 out of nowhere, the reporters and media are going crazy. It's an absolute sensation."

"..." Miaoyi was momentarily speechless, unable to come up with a response. The expression on her face showed her discomfort.

Qiuying's speculation wasn't far off the mark. It seemed that the media was indeed going crazy. Every major music platform, news portal, and online media outlet was buzzing with excitement, all their attention focused on one person—without a doubt, it was Miaoyi herself, the author of all these amazing works.

She was the true focal point!

She was the only Chinese DJ to gain tangible international recognition since East, so within China, her popularity was only growing. That, combined with her being the first female on DJ MAG's Top 100 boosted her fame even higher.

Any work associated with TMY, or anything related to her, had exploded in popularity.

So, any news station that decided against running a story on her should shut down immediately.

Because, no matter how incredible it sounded, this young girl had suddenly changed the entire Chinese electronic music scene in two and a half months...

Indeed, this was a genuine revolutionary transformation, and at this moment, it was officially erupting. This so-called reform was sweeping across the entire Chinese electronic music community...

Ask yourself, what kind of impression did Chinese electronic music have before TMY appeared? Anyone who had listened to electronic music before could easily answer that question.

Chinese electronic music had been trapped in a strange loop, showing a grossly distorted development trend. All producers were obsessed with the question of how to handle "vocals in this track," doing their best to work on the vocal parts.

While this state of affairs had been criticized by many audiences for lacking innovation and going in circles, no one had attempted to step forward and change anything for a long time. They were all just trying to maintain the status quo, and years had passed without any changes.

Until TMY arrived.

Why could TMY skyrocket to fame in such a short time? Why did every one of her works become an instant hit?

The reason was that this young female producer, as rare as a giant panda, was incredibly innovative in her compositions and style. Starting from "Fox," her purely "electronic-centred" piece, coupled with her devilishly creative sound design and ever-fresh styles, kept capturing the audience's auditory nerves.

At this point, many people looked back and realized that if they were to listen to those old-fashioned "vocal-heavy electronic music" tracks now, they probably wouldn't be able to bear it. Comparing them with TMY's songs would be like comparing heaven and earth—a definitive GG.

And this was the current state of the electronic music scene. Everything had been turned upside down by this seemingly harmless, even cute and lovely, young girl.

What could they do? They were indeed at a loss!

Yet, this was the undeniable truth. This panda-like producer hailed as the princess of the electronic music world and the newly crowned Top 100 DJ, had given rise to a phenomenon known within the industry as the "TMY Phenomenon."

Undercurrents surged, facing transformation, and a complete eruption was imminent. Even those who were reluctantly acknowledging it had to admit that they needed to take this young girl seriously. At the very least, they had to change their current situation; otherwise, they were getting perilously close to losing their jobs.