The opening of China Entertainment Group gave Jay Chou a head-on confrontation

Chapter 952 Giving You a CD from the Past
As a frequent guest on various American TV shows and a regular in the news, the blond-haired man seems genuinely envious this time. Inevitably, his old habit of lecturing others has resurfaced—

Bro thought he was very charming and believed that Zhou Yi would take advantage of their previous meeting to create a good scandal, resulting in a win-win situation for both of them.

After all, based on his observations, Warner and Zhou Yi are clearly the kind of people who are keen on hype, and they shouldn't resist the emergence of such a win-win situation.

Unexpectedly, the day after the show aired and sparked heated discussions, the blond-haired man, still basking in the limelight, saw a newly updated blog post on Zhouyi's blog—

"This is for those who think too highly of themselves: Don't give me your shitty suggestions, because I'm not going to be your friend or brother."

This short sentence directly exposed the lie that the big golden retriever had previously boasted about, "I have met with the I Ching and we are now friends." Afterwards, there were a lot of supportive comments under the blog post, mainly in English, with some in Spanish and French.

"Spike is right!"

"He used Spike to pat himself on the back before, but Spike never paid him any attention. This time he's pushing his luck. It's only natural that Spike will refuse him outright."

"It's just that he's not a woman. If it had been his daughter Ivanka who made the suggestion, Spike might have been a completely different person."

“You know Spike…”

Whether on Yahoo or Microsoft, discussions about this news were consistently filled with laughter and joy.

While the golden retriever is known for his "wealth," he became a household name in the US primarily through his involvement in variety shows. He's very close to the entertainment industry, consistently sending video birthday wishes to figures like Puff Daddy without fail, and often making cameo appearances in movies in his real form.

This is precisely why, compared to labels like entrepreneur and real estate tycoon, he currently serves more as a topic of conversation among Americans, a celebrity with strong entertainment value. After all, the "entrepreneur" label he carries is rather dubious.

He managed to bankrupt a casino, which is beyond the realm of mere speculation.

Moreover, the Golden Retriever's assets have shrunk considerably, and compared to him, Edgar Jr., a notorious spendthrift, seems virtuous and gentle.

At the very least, if Edgar Jr. were to collaborate with Xu, Xu would definitely be present in person to sign the contract and take a group photo to showcase Sino-US cooperation. Unlike the situation with the Golden Retriever, where after signing the contract, Xu couldn't even be seen when a photo was needed.

Of course, the story of the blond-haired man becoming president is another matter.

Fortune changes every thirty years, so don't underestimate the elderly just because they're poor.

"On this point, I have to correct Spike. Although his casino went bankrupt, he still has some tricks up his sleeve."

At the golf course, Edgar, who was having fun with Zhou Yi, laughed uncontrollably: "At that time, he already had shares in two casinos and wanted to buy a third one at the bottom of the market. After all, he had three casino licenses. Unfortunately, he encountered the US stock market crash while he was trying to buy the Taj Mahal Casino Hotel at the bottom of the market."

"However, he was aware of the risks and successfully transferred all his debts through various operations. To put it simply, his investments were all highly leveraged, but he was not the one applying the leverage, so his own assets were not at risk."

"The most direct consequence of this is that although all three casinos under his control have declared bankruptcy one after another, he himself has hardly invested any of his own funds, but has transferred all the debts to the casinos."

"Not only that, he also pocketed millions of dollars through wages, bonuses, and profit sharing..."

As a spendthrift son of an old money family, Edgar Jr. spoke of these things with a hint of sarcasm.

After all that fuss, they managed to pull off a few million dollars with nothing. Although their timing and methods for self-rescue were good, they were clearly not taken seriously by Edgar Jr., who came from the Blomfman family.

What did he used to play?
Those are multinational giants and behemoths like the Global Group. Losing money isn't considered a loss; it's considered a failure in business warfare or being outmatched in internal strife.

If your golden retriever only made so little money from three casinos, then he must be a pig-brain. No wonder his assets shrank drastically.

"He might not even be as rich as you now, Spike."

“Others are hard to say, but his cash flow is definitely not as much as mine right now.” Zhou Yi pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a sip of champagne.

Warner Bros. Cash King is messing with you.

That is to say, Zhou Yi doesn't smoke, otherwise he would have had to blow a smoke ring in a pretentious manner after saying that.

"Speaking of which, did he really want to reconcile with you back then?"

"I don't know. Michael Jackson happened to be next door at the time, and he acted as a middleman to clear up the misunderstanding."

"Then why did he suddenly say something to you in front of the media?"

"Maybe it's because I didn't give him enough face back then?"

Zhou Yi recalled for a moment, then said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter."

Others may not know that Big Golden Retriever is prone to talking nonsense and contradicting himself in front of the media, but he certainly does, having witnessed it countless times.

“That’s true. After you win the award, I don’t know how many people will be jealous of you. One more won’t make a difference. I’ll handle the aftermath.”

Edgar Jr. smiled, then, as if remembering something, said, "By the way, Stefanie's cover album did quite well, exceeding the normal standard for a newcomer. Your popularity certainly played a huge role in boosting it."

As Sun Yanzi's debut in Europe and America, her cover album "Start Collection" has sold over 80,000 to nearly 90,000 copies so far, which can be considered a fantastic start.

"Her solo EP is scheduled for December 5th, depending on the results. She'll release a single first to promote it. Have you finished writing the new song for her?" Little Edgar stopped asking questions and directly assumed that Zhou Yi would write it.

"Ready."

..............................

"Ah!"

In her hotel room, Sun Yanzi, who was still unpacking her suitcase and backpack, suddenly sneezed. Afterward, she rubbed her nose and muttered that she had turned the air conditioning up two degrees.

She had never hated her job as much as she did now.

After breaking the ice with Zhou Yi, she wished she could be with him 24/7, but unfortunately, there was still that damn job waiting for her, forcibly separating the two of them.

Just as resentment was welling up inside her, there was a knock on the suite door—

"Who?"

"It's me." A reassuring male voice came from the intercom. Sun Yanzi, who had been frowning and packing her luggage, immediately brightened up and turned to run out of the room to open the door for the man.

"Why are you back so early today? Weren't you talking to Edgar Jr. about the album?"

Sun Yanzi, who had bumped into him, clung to him like a koala, curiously resting her head on the man's shoulder and asking a question.

"You're leaving in four days, so I came back to help you pack."

"whee."

Sun Yanzi immediately beamed: "No need to pack, I'm almost done, but I'm a little hungry..."

"I'll treat you to a meal after I've finished cleaning up, okay?"

Zhou Yi sighed indulgently, then carried the greedy girl into the bedroom with practiced ease to help her pack: "You're officially releasing your EP on December 5th—hmm?"

With his sharp eyes, he immediately spotted a CD placed on the bedside table.

There was no independent printed packaging, not even a logo; were they the company's old sample boxes?
"What's that? You carry CD demos with you?"

"of course not."

Sun Yanzi, who also noticed it, smiled and let go of Zhou Yi's hand. She stepped over the several suitcases that were spread out and reached out to take them: "These are my treasures. If you want them, I can give them to you."

"baby?"

"That's right, the only treasure in the world."

Sun Yanzi stroked the opening of the box, then smiled and held it up to her face: "A CD from the past, would you like to listen to it?"

?

Now Zhou Yi is truly curious—

"look at yours."

Then, he saw Sun Yanzi put the CD into the DVD player in the hotel bedroom.

The opening scene, accompanied by a unique rustling sound, unexpectedly brought a burst of noise to Zhou Yi, who hadn't heard any singing or intro.

"One! Two! Three! Four! One more time!"

Accompanied by a powerful shout, the distorted image gradually cleared, and Sun Yanzi, who looked incredibly green at first glance, appeared on the screen, pretending to play a guitar and occasionally acting as a conductor.

The extremely shy Jay Chou and Zhang Shaohan, one playing the drums and the other typing on the keyboard, both looked rather unsophisticated, lacking any of their current star quality.

This……

Zhou Yi blinked, and the familiar scene almost instantly pulled his thoughts back to that scorching summer—

"Your guitar playing is terrible, not even as good as mine. How dare you boast that you're the best guitarist at Nanyang Technological University in Singapore?"

"Your guitar playing is limited to the Sanqing Mountain area, only good enough to compete with the monkeys and birds on the mountain? Or are you trying to compete with the Lushan Waterfall to see who can play the loudest?"

"Not bad, you even know about Sanqing Mountain."

"That's right, I'm a proper college graduate after all. Show me some respect, you little brother who hasn't even graduated yet."

"The first thing I'll do after I get my diploma is to sue you for workplace bullying. Jielun and Shaohan will be my witnesses."

Zhou Yi and Sun Yanzi, who haven't debuted yet, were constantly teasing each other on set.

Zhang Shaohan, who was busy working on the keyboard, blinked her big eyes and pretended to be innocent, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Not quite used to the playful atmosphere, Jay Chou didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only cover it up with a smile and then tap his drum set, which was gradually becoming more and more coherent.

Every frame is filled with memories that transcend time and space—as Sun Yanzi said, this is indeed a CD from the past.

In 2000, before his debut, he filmed the music video for "The One I Love," and this footage is clearly taken on location by a camera at the time.

However, because there was too much playful bickering in the previous part, this segment was not officially included in the music video, and Zhou Yi didn't take it to heart, since it wasn't part of the music video content.

He would have almost forgotten about it if he hadn't seen it now.

"You carved it?"

"Yeah, how about that, pretty impressive, right?"

Sun Yanzi was smug—

On the screen, a grinning, youthful Yanzi brandished the end of his guitar as if stabbing Zhou Yi with a large knife: "You want to commit insubordination, Zhou Yi? Don't forget I'm your teacher."

Off-screen, Zhou Yi and Sun Yanzi, who had unknowingly spent seven years together, exchanged a glance and both smiled.

Zhou Yi joked, "Teacher Sun, that's an old title."

Sun Yanzi stubbornly retorted, "You're not allowed to talk back to the teacher."

From the television speakers, a song from the past slowly began to play—

I hold you tightly in my arms, cradling you in my palms, because you're the one I truly love.

Here's an old CD, listen to our love from back then~
(End of this chapter)