From American Internet Celebrity to God Among Men

118: Chapter 118 The Depths of the BlueprintLos Angeles, Brentwood.

The underground space of the new home had been completely transformed. It was less a studio and more a cutting-edge ”Creative Combat Center.” The original wine cellar and storage area had been opened up, replaced by an array of top-tier flexible screens covering three walls. A low-power hum was the only background sound. The air was filled with the faint, distinct scent of new equipment, mixed with the rich aroma of Colombian beans from the coffee machine in the corner.

Alex stood in the center of the room like a general before a 3D sand table. He closed his eyes, not to rest, but to navigate the surging torrent of information in his mind. [Information Reception Filtering (Passive)] acted like a sophisticated smart dam, filtering out all irrelevant noise—trivial social media squabbles, inconsequential financial briefs, and the habitual greetings in team members’ emails. What remained was a clear, powerful data framework concerning the big picture: real-time box office penetration for each tour stop, daily active user growth curves for the ”Voice of Truth” platform in North America and Europe, and interaction decay analysis of competing works on YouTube’s music channel...

Deeper still, the two transcendent abilities, [Cultural Trend Anchoring] and [Collective Narrative Analysis], were running at full power, fueled by his accumulated 84 million popularity points. They no longer just presented data but began to outline the shapes of ”trends” and the chords of ”resonance.” In the void of his consciousness, countless flickering threads were being woven: the public’s thirst for ”authentic interaction,” the threshold of aesthetic fatigue for ”technological spectacles,” the unconscious search for ”collective warmth” in the post-financial crisis era... All of these finally converged into a single flash of inspiration—a massive, precise blueprint for a plan capable of carrying his ambitions.

He opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, precisely fixed on the complex architectural diagram automatically generated on the central main screen. The title was not text, but a dynamic geometric figure that constantly disassembled and reorganized itself, symbolizing ”connection” and ”evolution.”

”So, your final answer is this ’Resonance Era’?” Taylor’s voice, slightly raspy from just waking up, came from the stairs behind him. She was wearing a loose sweatshirt, holding two cups of honey water, and walking on the cool concrete floor barefoot. She glanced at the dazzling graphics on the screen. ”It looks ten thousand times more complex than deconstructing the chorus motif of a country song.”

”A single concert is a period, but ’Resonance Era’ is pressing the play button.” Alex took the cup; the temperature was just right. He tapped the air, and the complex graphics unfolded smoothly, turning into a multi-layered plan panel. ”The ’Echoes and Wavelengths’ tour needs a finale worthy of its name—not a farewell, but an ascension. New York is the ’origin,’ tracing back to the start and showing the roots of power and connection; Los Angeles is ’Eternity,’ pointing to the future and engraving the immortality of emotion and imagination. But the two performances themselves will merely be the loudest pistons of this giant engine.”

On the screen, a clear outline unfolded:

Project Code: Resonance Era

Core: Create two ultimate concerts with revolutionary live experiences, deeply embedded in the urban cultural fabric and global interaction networks.

Key Support Architecture:

1. Technical Penetration: Deep cooperation with Organization D to push the civilian version of the ”Adaptive Performance System” to its limit. Plan to deploy stage modules in both cities for real-time two-way interaction, exploring real-time low-latency holographic projection interconnectivity and environment-adaptive adjustments based on emotional feedback (lighting, auxiliary sound effects, even airflow and microclimates). Our side will bear the technical risks; the goal is to set the technical benchmark for live entertainment for the next five years.

2. Narrative Co-creativity: Launch the ”My Echo” global plan. Collect music clips, personal stories, and city footage from global audiences through the ”Voice of Truth” and ”Flashpoint” platforms. This is not a simple material library; we will invite cutting-edge visual artists to collaborate with AI algorithm teams (funded by Echo Vision) to transform these into core visual narrative elements for the performance. Let the audience do more than watch; let them become contributors to the performance’s DNA.

3. Social Value Anchoring: The ”Sound of Echoes” fund is not just a background. It will launch its first flagship project—the ”Global Youth Music Healing Space Network.” A portion of the finale’s proceeds, a fixed percentage of limited-edition merchandise sales, and even on-site donations at the concerts will be funneled into this project. The site selection, design, and launch of the project will be live-streamed throughout the concert preparation, execution, and aftermath, elevating entertainment consumption into tangible public welfare participation.

4. Urban Economic Resonator: Preliminary letters of interest have been received from the mayoral offices of New York and Los Angeles. Our proposal is to jointly design a ”City of Resonance” themed cultural tourism experience. This includes linked lighting of urban landmarks before and after the concerts, limited experience packages in collaboration with local catering and creative brands, and special shuttle routes connecting venues with cultural tourism spots. We want one concert to drive a weekend city consumption boom, turning out-of-town fans into short-term tourists, thereby securing full support from the municipal government in security, transportation, and promotion.

”We need to weave music, technology, cities, people’s hearts, and all our partners—even potential opponents—into this web.” Alex looked at Taylor, his tone calm but containing an unquestionable power. ”The climactic moment of the Los Angeles finale must be the brightest and strongest node in this web. It needs an irreplaceable chemical reaction.”

Taylor approached, carefully examining the simulation of the ”dual-city holographic interaction.” Her finger lightly touched the flickering line connecting the light points representing Los Angeles and New York. ”A real-time duet across three thousand miles... that requires more than just technology. It requires absolute rapport and a ’song’ powerful enough to ignite that rapport. A song that hasn’t been written yet.”

”So, we have our next challenge.” Alex smiled.

At that moment, the left screen lit up, and Marcus’s slightly tired but excited face appeared against a background of an office piled with documents. ”Alex, Taylor. The Universal Music executives just finished an emergency video conference. They called this ’Resonance Era’ plan ’breath-takingly magnificent’ but also ’expensive enough to make one’s legs go weak.’ They are willing to provide top-tier promotional resources and some funding, but they demand shared priority commercial licensing for the new technology for the next three years, and...” He paused. ”They strongly suggest bringing in at least one Silicon Valley tech giant to share the risk, such as Summit Creative Group, which has been actively reaching out to us.”

Alex replied almost without thinking, ”Tell them: First, the technical intellectual property will always belong to ’Echo Vision’ and our technical partners. Universal can enjoy long-term priority cooperation rights in specific fields, but not an exclusive license. Second, we don’t need ’Summit’ or any tech giant to share the risk; we only need them as channels or hardware suppliers. Organization D’s technical depth is far beyond their imagination. Third, regarding the budget, show them the potential non-box office revenue models from our ’Sound of Echoes’ fund and city cooperation proposals. Tell them this isn’t a cost; it’s an investment in a brand-new entertainment-city symbiotic business model.”

Marcus recorded quickly, his eyes shining. ”Understood. This will escalate the negotiations, but it will also completely shake off those conservatives who just want a piece of the pie. Also, both mayors’ offices want to hold offline meetings as soon as possible. They’re bringing the heads of the city tourism bureaus and officials from the business promotion bureaus.”

”Arrange it. Set the meeting location in our ’Flashpoint’ conference room so they can directly experience our content creation environment. Hank, Rex.”

The right screen switched, showing Hank’s serious face and Rex’s profile in front of a dim monitor. ”Security and intelligence assessment,” Hank began. ”Linking two cities, especially those high-risk interactive segments deep in the audience area you planned, increases security complexity exponentially. We need at least two months for full-process stress testing. Also, there’s some ’noise’ on Rex’s end.”

Rex’s voice came in steadily. ”The date for YouTube’s ’Creator Offline Festival’ is set for the week before our New York show. Additionally, we’ve detected that several music streaming platforms we’ve had copyright disputes with have recently been in contact with the remnants of the ’Urban Rhythm’ team. It’s unclear if it’s routine cooperation or intentional. Finally, ’Northrop’ is very quiet, but that quietness seems unnatural after the announcement of the military prototype orders.”

”As expected.” Alex’s eyes turned cold. ”Marcus, launch the ’Prequel Challenge’ plan on ’Flashpoint’ to build momentum and capture creators’ attention. Hank, Rex, I want the highest level of security, no budget limit. At the same time, start anti-infiltration checks on all supply chains and R&D nodes of the ’Adaptive System.’ As for that noise...” A slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. ”When the wave of the ’Resonance Era’ rises, all noise will be drowned out. What we need to do is make this wave grand enough and pure enough.”

The communication ended temporarily. Silence returned to the room, with only the glow of the screens flowing. Alex called up the translucent system interface visible only to him, where 18,530,030 available popularity points emitted a ghostly blue luster. Scrolling down the list, transcendent abilities like [Spatiotemporal Perception (Basic)] and [Group Emotion Guidance (Basic)], priced at over 30 million points, lay dormant like treasures in the deep sea. Redeeming them required not only astronomical points but also seemed to require a certain ”opportunity” or ”level of understanding.”

He vaguely felt that the ”opportunity” might be hidden within the peak experience of billions of minds being momentarily synchronized, which the ”Resonance Era” aimed to create.

Taylor’s voice pulled him back to reality. ”You were spacing out just now. Thinking about some ’unspeakable part’?”

Alex closed his personal interface, turned to take the warm water she had refilled at some point, and said frankly, ”I was thinking that while the spotlight at its peak will certainly illuminate us, it will also illuminate every speck of dust and every shadow on the path ahead. What we need to do isn’t to clear them away, but to make our own trajectory so brilliant that those specks of dust and shadows lose their right to be noticed.”

He took Taylor’s hand and pointed to the initial visual preview of the ”Eternity” dome for the Los Angeles finale, which had begun to auto-render on the screen—a boundless sea of stars, slowly rotating and condensing.

”Come on, let’s give the world a shocking prelude first.”