Looking at Sun Jian's flushed face, Chu Tian didn't continue to make things difficult for him.
"Alright, everyone come in. What I said just now was true; all of you will get a song. However, whether or not it becomes popular, how long it stays popular, and how far you can go with it—that's up to you."
With his words, irrepressible joy filled everyone's faces.
Yang Lin and Chen Feng, in particular, exchanged a glance and tacitly made faces at each other; their years of rapport allowed them to grasp the other's meaning in an instant.
Compared to the others, who were more or less established singers, these two had always been hustling in the underground scene. Apart from bar gigs, they had never set foot on any remotely reputable stage.
This rare opportunity heralded a path completely different from their past.
As for whether they could continue on it, that depended partly on luck and partly on their own efforts.
