#114 - Chapter 114: Poaching! Always living in his shadow!
“I somehow feel…”
Looking at his smiling son, Chen Fuhai couldn't help but be stunned: “You little brat, are you gloating a bit?”
“You sold my Suzuki King?” Chen Hao answered irrelevantly.
“Damn it!”
Suddenly.
Chen Fuhai woke up and looked at him with a ghostly expression.
Raising his hand, the finger pointing at his son couldn't help but tremble: “Those two people… did you find them, didn't you?!”
He was like an enlightened monk.
He understood!
“What are you talking about?”
Chen Hao feigned surprise and innocence: “Dad! Are you trying to frame me? I'm going to tell Mom!”
“No…”
Chen Fuhai was about to collapse. Finally, he sighed helplessly, got up, and walked downstairs: “Come with me.”
First floor.
He opened the entrance door.
When he was running the record store, he rented a unit on the first floor as a warehouse.
The record store was sold, but the lease hadn't expired yet.
The door opened.
A motorcycle was parked in the living room.
New?!
“Yamaha R1 road race?!” Chen Hao exclaimed in a lost voice.
The same fiery red as the Suzuki King.
The Suzuki King cost more than ten thousand.
The Yamaha R1 road race version…
Could buy a Suzuki King racing team!
“Xiao Hao, try to ride motorcycles less.”
Chen Fuhai said earnestly: “You said, our family of three, we can't lose a single one, right?”
“Get a driver's license as soon as possible, and Dad will buy you a car as a gift!”
Motorcycles are meat wrapped in iron.
Cars are iron wrapped in meat.
The safety is worlds apart.
Chen Hao opened his mouth.
His eyes suddenly felt a little astringent.
His old man didn't sell his youth, but gave him a better youth!
It's just that…
He was misunderstood, and he was scammed again.
Just then, the phone rang.
Seeing that the number was Xiao Ling's, Chen Hao hurriedly walked outside: “Dad, it's the teacher's call, I'll answer it.”
…
Victory became popular!
No Douyin.
No Facebook.
No YouTube.
The global Internet in 2000 was far from comparable to later generations.
Even so, victory gradually spread overseas, and foreigners who had heard this song spontaneously spread it around.
Like a domino effect, fame is spreading rapidly.
Qin Keqing.
This name has also gone abroad.
But not everyone is most concerned about victory.
Taipei.
In a narrow hut.
A young man with long hair sat on the floor.
The house is very small.
The width is limited.
Even if he leaned against the wall, the video recorder opposite the wall was only two meters away from him.
The video recorder was playing a variety show.
‘The sky is azure waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for you’
‘The moonlight is salvaged, blurring the ending’
‘Like a handed down celadon, beautiful on its own’
‘Your eyes are smiling’
The young man hummed along softly.
When the song ended.
He rewound and listened again from the beginning.
These days, he has listened to it over and over again, and the more he listens, the more eerie he feels.
It's as if…
This song has some kind of resonance with him.
A familiar feeling.
Resonance of the soul.
Unfortunately.
It was sung by someone else!
At this moment, a knock suddenly sounded outside the small rental room.
“Excuse me, is Mr. Zhou here?” A very nice female voice.
Jay Chou was stunned, hurriedly got up to open the door, and the moment the door opened, he was stunned.
So beautiful!
So charming!
“You… you are…”
He usually speaks a little unclearly, and now he stutters even more.
“Mr. Zhou, my name is Xiao Ling.” Xiao Ling extended her hand.
“Hello… is there anything I can do for you?”
“Mr. Zhou is listening to music?”
Blue and White Porcelain was playing again.
The rental room is very small, of course Xiao Ling could hear it.
“Yes!”
As soon as he mentioned the song, Jay Chou immediately became excited: “This song is super awesome!”
“Mr. Zhou, what do you think of this song?”
Suddenly!
Xiao Ling took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.
There are scores.
There are lyrics.
Jay Chou was stunned for a moment, took the piece of paper and looked at it carefully.
Xiao Ling is not a singer, but her profession is there after all, and Chen Hao had taught her privately how to sing this song.
‘The smell of the rock-baked shop permeates, next door is the martial arts hall’
‘The mama-san in the shop, tea ceremony, has three levels’
‘The boss who teaches boxing and martial arts, practices Iron Sand Palm, wielding the Yang Family Spear’
‘Hard-hitting kung fu is the best at, and he also knows Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Cover’
She hummed softly.
Of course.
This rap is difficult for her - she is not a professional.
‘Quickly use the nunchaku, huh huh ha hee’
‘Quickly use the nunchaku, huh huh ha hee’
‘Martial artists must remember, the benevolent are invincible’
‘Who is practicing Tai Chi, flourishing’
She continued to sing.
Jay Chou's body moved almost subconsciously, with a specific rhythm.
“You're not singing it right.”
He suddenly opened his mouth, no longer stuttering.
“Is that so?” Xiao Ling was a little embarrassed.
“Who is Han Tang?”
He pointed to the two words on the score.
Composer: Han Tang.
Lyricist: Han Tang.
Chen Hao has never revealed it, but all the songs written for Han Tang Media are credited to the company.
“I feel…”
Jay Chou stared at the two words: “I have always lived in his shadow.”
“Want to meet Han Tang?” Xiao Ling asked with a smile.
“Yes!”
“He said, he has prepared many songs for you.”
“What?!”
“Come to the mainland with me, join us, and meet him, how about it?”
“I…”
Jay Chou was obviously a little excited.
After only a moment, he lowered his head again: “I have signed with a brokerage company, I can't leave.”
“What if I help you pay the liquidated damages?”
“Really?!”
A glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes.
He likes music.
Blue and White Porcelain.
Nunchaku.
It seems to resonate with him, and he is even more curious and admired for that person named Han Tang.
…
Early in the morning.
Chen Hao, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a phone call.
Old Classmate?
Seeing that it was Qian Dapeng's number, he quickly pressed the answer button and put on his shorts: “Old Classmate, what's the order?”
“Chen Hao, have you returned to Jinling?”
“I came back last night.”
“That's right!”
On the phone, Qian Dapeng smiled and said: “It's just the National Day holiday, let's have a meal together, it's my treat.”
He really wanted to invite Chen Hao to dinner.
Since Chen Hao became famous, as a head teacher and math teacher, he has gained a great deal!
The Education Bureau praised him by name.
The school promoted him and gave him bonuses.
Even, many parents came to him, spending a lot of money to ask him for tutoring.
In short.
He gained both fame and fortune!
Didn't all of these come from Chen Hao?
“Is the day after tomorrow okay?”
“Okay! Then it's noon the day after tomorrow, I'll hang up first…”
“Old Classmate, wait a minute.”
Chen Hao remembered the last time, when the Vice Mayor and his party came to congratulate him, but he wasn't home: “Do you have Vice Mayor Liu's contact information?”
“What's wrong?” Qian Dapeng was stunned.
“Nothing… I have something to ask.”
“I'll send it to you.”
After a while.
Chen Hao received a text message.
The car-making plan is about to start, and it needs to be connected with the local officials, but… now it's the National Day holiday!
Civil servants are also on vacation, and he has no chance to see people.
Then let's take a small back door!
Got dressed.
Walked out of the bedroom.
Finding his parents in the living room, Chen Hao didn't come to his senses: “Dad? Mom? You didn't go to the store?”
“There are shop assistants, it doesn't matter if we go later.” Li Lan laughed.
“Oh…”
Chen Hao was going to wash up.
Then contact Vice Mayor Liu.
“Son, wait a minute!”
Chen Fuhai beckoned with an amiable smile: “Didn't your one million bonus go into our store as shares? Perfect! We'll give you dividends today.”
