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Chapter 312 Zhou Huimin: Come to my house, my mom isn't home.

At this moment, Wei Ming's breathing became heavier, while Li Zhi held her breath. She had woken up when she heard the noise when Wei Ming went out; the sofa was ultimately not as comfortable as the bed.

Looking at Li Zhi's unusually low neckline, Wei Ming's thoughts drifted to Mount Everest.

He wasn't someone who hadn't seen or experienced much, but in this life, Lizhi truly excelled in a certain area, even surpassing a Western woman like Melinda. Among Asians, she was indeed exceptionally talented, a veritable Wei Ming among women.

However, Wei Ming did not forget why he came here: I came to use the restroom!

He tiptoed into the bathroom and took a while to calm himself down before shaking himself clean.

However, after she came out, Lizhi's sleeping posture changed, becoming more open and deep, to the point that you could see her head at a glance if she bent over slightly.

But Wei Mingsheng was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze. He was upright from a young age, and he was not unable to find women. He resolutely refused to let the small head control the big head.

Do you think I'm Ah Jie?
Having mentally prepared himself, Amin swaggered back to his room.

Lizhi clutched her heart, feeling only regret. Was it because she wasn't charming enough?

She had so wished that Amin would have taken the initiative; the opening was so big, a pair of hands could have easily slipped in.

Back in his room, Wei Ming couldn't fall asleep. Today he planned to visit Madman Comics, as he was leaving tomorrow, and he wanted to do something more for them.

Wei Ming prepared most of the comics for the magazine as male comics or comedies that could be written by both men and women. Only "Happy Ghost" was written from a girl's perspective, but it wasn't written in enough detail. He didn't know how their progress was. Today, he decided to write the character designs and plot in more detail.

Images of young girls like Amin and Lizhi immediately popped into his mind. He also wrote a suggestion at the end: hire two female editors.

The masculine energy in Kuangren Comics is too strong; most of the writers are male, and I'm afraid they won't be able to write good stories for girls.

As dawn broke, Wei Lingling was still asleep when Lizhi began preparing breakfast.

Wei Ming followed the aroma of the meat porridge into the cramped kitchen.

"Ming Shao, you're awake." Li Zhi greeted him, already wearing her underwear.

Wei Ming greeted them with a "Good morning," then took a crisp, prickly cucumber from the refrigerator to cool off.

Lizhi had tied her shoulder-length hair up, but a few strands kept sticking out and blocking her view.

Wei Ming suggested, "I feel you'd suit short hair better."

"Short hair?" Lizhi frowned. "It looks like a tomboy. How can that look good?"
Girls with flat chests are easily mistaken for boys when they cut their hair short, like Chun Ge and Zeng Ge. But for someone like Li Zhi, who has a curvaceous figure, short hair adds a unique and cool charm.

Seeing that Lizhi didn't quite believe him, Wei Ming said, "You go ahead and do your thing."

He then took out paper and pen and began drawing on Lizhi, who was cooking.

"Oh no, am I unable to move?" Lizhi asked, holding a spoon.

"You can move, you can move however you want."

After listening outside the kitchen for a while, Wei Lingling finally couldn't resist her curiosity and went into the kitchen, where she saw Wei Ming drawing.

The aunt breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the two of them were doing something beneficial to their health in their own kitchen.

Wei Lingling didn't say anything, but looked at Wei Ming's fluent writing and sighed, wondering what kind of person her elder brother, whom she had never met, was, that he could raise his nephew to be both scholarly and martial, multi-talented, tall, strong, and handsome in that kind of environment on the mainland.

Before Lizhi could even see the drawing, Wei Lingling said bluntly, "Lizhi, you should cut your hair short."

Of course, not just any short hairstyle looks good. Wei Ming drew Li Zhi's hairstyle from "Twin Dragons," which suits her very well.

After preparing breakfast and drying her hands, Lizhi took Wei Ming's sketch. Looking at the fashionable and haughty woman in the drawing, she couldn't believe it: "Is this me?"

Wei Lingling: "Of course it's you. If you don't believe me, look in the mirror. Your face and features are exactly the same, only your hairstyle has changed."

Lizhi indeed went to look in the mirror and confirmed that it really was her. She could be so elegant, so radiant, and so sophisticated!

Of course, in addition to the change in hairstyle, Wei Ming also made adjustments to the way he handled his eyes. At this time, Li Zhi was not confident enough and rarely looked directly at others, which was something that could not be changed simply by changing her hairstyle.

Lizhi asked for this portrait, intending to start by changing her hairstyle.

After breakfast, Wei Lingling said, "Do you want to come with me to the toy factory and draw some pictures for me?"

She was talking about Transformers. One Optimus Prime isn't enough. You said there would be two factions and dozens of characters.

"No rush. We can draw it slowly after you come back to the mainland with me. Today I'm going to Madman Comics to meet Ah Long and the others. We'll all hit the road together tomorrow."

Wei Lingling nodded, agreeing. Li Zhi quickly said, "Young Master Ming, would you like me to accompany you?"

Wei Ming: "You should get a haircut first. I look forward to seeing your new look."

After that, the three of them went their separate ways. Wei Ming went directly to Madman Comics, bought a newspaper on the way, and learned that Elton John had already left Hong Kong and returned to London the day before yesterday, and that the TVB interview was pre-recorded.

However, today's print media began reporting on the relationship between Wei Ming and Mr. Why, which suggests that the news had been leaked long ago; otherwise, the print media wouldn't have reacted so quickly.

Upon arriving at the company, Wei Ming saw that a new signboard and logo had been installed. The logo was an artistic stylized version of the two characters "狂人" (Madman), resembling a painting. It was clearly the work of A Long, who possessed profound skills in traditional Chinese painting.

When he met Ah Long, he laughed and said, "I'm so busy I don't have time to design a logo. I commissioned Ah Jiang to do it. It's pretty good, isn't it?"

Xu Jinjiang, Wei Ming nodded. When Ah Jiang makes a name for himself in the three-part film market and Madman Comics dominates Hong Kong, it will be quite a story.

Ah Long added, "It's a pity he's not interested in comics, otherwise he could have earned an extra income."

Wei Ming thought Xu Jinjiang's choice was normal. It was difficult for low-level comic artists to support their families, but if they entered the acting industry, they would have a better chance of making it big. Besides, comics were too demanding; once you started drawing comics, it was unlikely you could do anything else.

"Hi boss!"

Upon seeing Wei Ming, almost all of the company's more than 20 employees put down their work and stood up to pay their respects.

I didn't know how capable this new boss was. I thought he was just a mainland Chinese who could write stories, and I was worried that the company would go bankrupt in a few months because he couldn't pay salaries.

Looking at it now, he can earn millions with just one song, making international superstars look at him differently. How could he be short of a little salary? He truly deserves to be called a top talent from the mainland. Among the four great talents of Hong Kong, who can compare to him except for Jin Yong?

Since everyone is standing up, a person sitting down stands out.

Wei Ming walked up behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah! Teacher Wei!" Wu was startled and quickly covered the comic book in his hand.

Lately, this kid has been following Ah Long to the Madman Comics store. Although Xiao Wu can't read, he can look at the pictures. The comics here are much more interesting than the ones at home.

Wei Ming glanced at it and saw that the comic Wu Jing was looking at had a big-bearded monk, a pig-headed man, and a monkey-headed man. Without a doubt, it must be "Sha Wujing's Diary".

He asked, "Who drew this?"

A thin, tall boy stood up. "Boss, it's me."

Fearing that Wei Ming might not remember, A Long introduced, "This is Huang Guoxing, the chief writer of 'Sha Wujing's Diary'."

Wei Ming complimented, "Your paintings are quite good. How many have you painted?"

Huang Guoxing, who was praised by his boss, said, "I've drawn ten pictures, and I've already finished a short story."

Wei Ming nodded, then checked on the progress of the other works.

"Sha Wujing's Diary" is considered a fan work, and the progress is relatively fast. For example, "If History Was a Group of Cats" has only been drawn four or five pages and is still stuck in the Qin Dynasty. Their biggest problem is that the screenwriters lack historical knowledge, and the lead writer Xie Zhirong doesn't know how to make the cats distinguish between the Qin, Han, Tang and Song Dynasties.

Wei Ming instructed, "Then go to the University of Hong Kong or the Chinese University of Hong Kong and consult the history professors there, or you can directly ask a history teacher to be your consultant. This comic is for popular science, so it is the most important thing to be clear about."

Everyone nodded and listened obediently.

As the two main artists for "Storm Riders" and "Riki-Oh: The Story of Ricky," which best suit the tastes of Hong Kong comic book audiences, Ma Wing-shing and Niu Lao have been spending almost all their time at the company these past few days researching character designs and plots. Although the opening chapters haven't been drawn yet, Wei Ming is quite satisfied with the character designs and has given some guidance.

Niu Lao said, "I also have to thank Brother Biao for being my model, which made the perfect Li Wang possible."

Wei Ming asked, "Where's Biaozi?"

Ah Long came over and pulled Wei Ming into the office, saying, "He's with your old man."

"what?"

"Master Gui said that Biaozi is a martial arts prodigy and is going to teach him a few moves."

Wei Ming was frustrated. Why hadn't the old man ever said such things to him? It was because he wasn't worthy.

Hmph, I was planning to visit you today, but forget it, I'm not going.

Wei Ming took out his script for "Happy Ghost": "Who is the lead writer for 'Happy Ghost'?"

Ah Long: "It's Zhao Rude. I'll call him over."

Zhao Rude's representative works are "The Supreme Ruler" and the adaptation of Gu Long's comics. Among Shangguan Xiaobao's disciples, he is considered one of the more senior, having entered the industry in 75.

While waiting for Zhao Rude, the office phone rang. This was Wei Kuangren's editor-in-chief's office, but Wei Ming had asked A Long to work here temporarily.

“Hey, Madman Comics,” Wei Ming said.

"Amin, so you're back!" came the excited voice of a young girl on the other end of the phone.

"Amin? How did you get here?"

“It was Uncle Gui who told me,” Amin said sweetly, who was at home at the time. “I had called before, but you weren’t there, so Along answered.”

Just then, Ah Long came in and heard Wei Ming talking on the phone with a smug look on his face. He suddenly realized, "Oh dear, I knew I forgot something."

Wei Ming was quite sensible and said to Amin, "I have official business to attend to. I'll call you back after we're done talking."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." After that, Amin hugged her books and did her homework next to the phone.

Wei Ming discussed the creative ideas behind "Happy Ghost" with Zhao Rude, and gave him a fairly detailed script, which was basically the plot of the first movie version. He also instructed Zhao to hire a female screenwriter.

Afterwards, he talked to Ah Long about the plans for the first issue after the resumption of publication. In addition to the stories and ideas he provided, the apprentices also had some stories they had accumulated themselves. Although they were not long, they could be placed among the medium and long stories as a supplement.

The problem is that the quality isn't very high; it looks like a student's work. Ah Long still needs to make adjustments in terms of the story and drawing techniques.

“I don’t think I can do a good job in just a few days, so I plan to stay in Hong Kong for the rest of the summer.”

"Are you going back to Yanjing this time?"

“We still need to go back. I want to ask my classmates and friends at the Shanghai Animation Film Studio if they would be willing to draw comics for us, either in Hong Kong or directly in mainland China,” Liu Rulong said. “Of course, the most important thing is to ask Aying if she would be willing to come to Hong Kong with me.” “Okay, then let’s buy tickets. This time we’ll fly directly back to Yanjing.”

When buying plane tickets in Hong Kong, it's all about money; there aren't many rules.

After Ah Long left, Wei Ming called back.

The other party answered immediately: "Ah Ming, are you done with your work?"

"Yes, but I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Huh?" Vivian Chow's voice was low. "When will you come to Hong Kong again?"

Wei Ming: "That's hard to say. It could be next year, or the year after, at the latest the year after."

Upon hearing the date for their next meeting, which was measured in "years," Vivian Chow suddenly fell silent.

Wei Ming smiled and said, "What do you want to eat today? It's on me. We can see each other one last time before you leave."

This side was originally meant for Old Ghost, but it's your fault for not teaching me martial arts.

Zhou Huimin glanced at her watch, hesitated for a long time, and then said, "Why don't you come to my house for a meal?"

"Huh? Your place?"

Zhou Huimin: "Yes, my mom isn't home."

Wei Ming has now handed over the secondhand van he bought to Uncle Liu, and Wei Ming took a taxi to Hong Kong Island.

"Hurry up, Master." Wei Ming was worried about leaving Amin, a young girl, at home alone.

While Wei Ming was on his way, Amin quickly went downstairs to buy groceries. Today, she planned to personally cook a farewell dinner for Amin.

Of course, this meal wasn't the main point.

At noon, Wei Ming arrived at the village where Zhou Huimin and her family lived. This was his first time visiting her home.

After knocking, Amin opened the door for him, wearing an apron stained with blood, and holding a knife in her hand: "Come in quickly."

Wei Ming said awkwardly, "Maybe I should wait outside."

Zhou Huimin realized something was wrong and quickly hid the knife behind her back, saying, "I'm chopping vegetables."

Wei Ming: Am I not your type?
Upon entering the house, the living room was not large, with a piano taking up a large portion of it, and the dining table had to be folded up, but it was kept very clean and tidy.

"Please make yourself at home. There are two more dishes." Amin wiped her sweat.

Wei Ming was really worried about such a young girl managing a meal, so he rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let's cook together."

It was just some ordinary home-cooked food, nothing particularly amazing, but Amin was able to almost single-handedly prepare a meal of three dishes and a soup with fish and meat, which was already a pleasant surprise.

Wei Ming, a food connoisseur from the mainland, lowered his standards a bit and praised her a few times, making the young girl very happy.

“I’m an amateur at cooking, and I’m also an amateur at playing the piano, but I’m a bit better at it than cooking,” Amin said as she sat down at the piano. “Want to listen?”

"Oh, what are you playing?" Wei Ming had heard many of Amin's piano pieces, but he didn't know at the time that the girl sitting in front of the piano was her.

As soon as the intro started, Wei Ming knew it was "Moonlight Shadow".

Yesterday's TVB interview had an immediate effect; today, the album is selling like hotcakes in major music stores across Hong Kong. People who didn't know the song before are now eager to see what kind of song could sell for millions.

Unlike the fans, the Hong Kong singers were all eager to find Wei Ming and commission songs from him.

I can't afford one million Hong Kong dollars, but I can afford a share of over ten thousand.

A song costs 10,000 Hong Kong dollars, which is already an astronomical price in Hong Kong. Wei Ming only earned a little over 1,000 Hong Kong dollars before. Big shots like "Hui Wong" might have earned several thousand Hong Kong dollars, but Wei Ming is an outsider with the backing of Billboard and Elton John.

Unfortunately, Wei Ming disappeared from Hong Kong after that day. Everyone guessed that he had returned to the mainland, and some people even wanted to send someone to the mainland to commission a song.

When the piece ended, Wei Ming clapped softly: "Did you take a grade exam? I feel your piano skills are very high."

Zhou Huimin: Not yet. My teacher suggested that I take the exam this summer, but I'm too busy this summer. I also have to learn to sing.

"Who should I learn to sing from?"

“Brother Zhang’s teacher, Teacher Dai Sicong,” Amin said.

Wei Ming said "Oh," and then Amin said, "After Teacher Dai's targeted explanations these past few days, would you like to hear me sing 'First Love'?"

Do you have a guitar at home?

"what?"

"I can accompany you on the guitar."

Upon hearing Wei Ming's words, Amin happily pushed open the door to her bedroom and found a brand-new guitar inside.

"I just bought this after I became an apprentice, and I'm still not very good at playing it," Amin said to Amin in their bedroom.

The guitar is Wei Ming's most proficient instrument. Although the accompaniment for "First Love" requires the use of multiple instruments such as guitar, piano, and accordion, creating a very layered sound, due to limited resources, a single guitar would suffice.

Wei Ming first familiarized himself with the guitar and played a melody that was unfamiliar to Amin but very beautiful.

"Okay, I'm ready. I'll go first. You can join in when you have the chance." Wei Ming sat directly on Amin's bed and began to play.

Amin stood in front of Amin, closed his eyes and listened attentively. This is it!

"I have no experience with love / I discovered it for the first time today / I met him from afar / The joy was so fresh..."

Amin spoke, and she successfully entered.

Her singing voice and Wei Ming's guitar playing complemented each other perfectly, and Amin felt that it sounded much better than her previous solo singing.

At this moment, she had already opened her eyes, watching Ah Ming sing, pouring out the feelings in the lyrics to him, and occasionally walking in front of him with her long legs and making expressions. Her singing was also a performance.

Four minutes is both very short and very long, as if many stories have unfolded within it.

After finishing the song, Wei Ming lay down on Amin's bed with his guitar and exclaimed, "Perfect!"

Amin said shyly, "I also think it's much better than before, but this is the best time. Brother Zhang said that once I'm ready, he can lend me his company's recording studio to record a song."

Seeing that Wei Ming's eyes were still closed, Amin asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Still lost in my singing?"

Wei Ming: No, I just ate too much rice and I'm feeling a bit sleepy.

Amin: In the end, the food was still too salty.

The little girl gave a soft hum and lay down on the bed, her head still resting on Wei Ming's arm: "I'm a little sleepy too."

You're not just being sleepy, you're making me want to commit a crime!

Wei Ming sat up abruptly in bed: "Suddenly I'm not sleepy anymore. Amin, let's chat for a bit. Tell me about your school. Do many male students read comics? Are there any female students who read comics...?"

The two chatted on Amin's soft and fragrant bed until the sun was about to set. Wei Ming's sense of crisis grew stronger, and he worried that he would be blocked at the door by Amin's mother and have no way to defend himself.

So when the wind picked up, we had to get out of there.

"Amin, it's getting late. I need to prepare for tomorrow's flight. See you in the future." Wei Ming cupped his hands in greeting to Zhou Huimin.

Unaware of the usual rules of the underworld, Vivian Chow hugged Wei Ming tightly, burying her face in his chest: "We must meet again, please see each other again soon~"

This time, Wei Ming's hands finally landed on Amin's slightly curly hair. His movements were gentle, and his voice was tender: "Okay, see you again soon."

If "Seven Days of Wrong Love" is released, I'll have another reason to come to Hong Kong.

Today, Wei Ming returned to his dormitory at Great Wall to rest, and the four-person group that came with him was reunited.

He also used the dormitory phone to call Aunt Xia Meng and inquire about the progress of "Seven Days of Wrongly Wrongly Written Love".

Xia Meng also congratulated the film "Heroes Have Been Born Since Ancient Times" on its official Hong Kong box office surpassing HK$1000 million, making it the third film to achieve this milestone.

In addition, the Japanese rights to this film sold for as much as HK$500 million, making Bluebird a huge profit.

Hong Kong films are about to enter their golden age. Making movies is still profitable. Although a song can earn millions, songs like "Moonlight Shadow" that catch the wave are special cases. Not every English song that Wei Ming likes can become a hit when the time or singer is different.

Many of the so-called "hit songs" on the Billboard charts don't actually evoke any emotional response when listened to. There are very few musical works that can truly appeal to the whole world and be appreciated by both the East and the West.

So we can also try making a movie. Let's see how this investment in "Seven Days of Wrong Love" goes. If it's good, we can establish a long-term partnership with Qingniao.

Or simply set up a company in Hong Kong and have Lao Gui hold it on his behalf.

At Kai Tak Airport, Wei Ming, Biao Zi, A Long, and Wu Jing had already arrived, each carrying large bags and small packages, looking like they were all six-armed Nezha. They had all spent all their red envelopes.

They waited for a while and then saw Wei Lingling and Lizhi each carrying a suitcase as they approached.

The two of them were a stunning sight, attracting the attention of most of the men in the airport.

Lizhi has evolved into a short hairstyle, and her clothes are also specially matched.

This doesn't seem to be her style; it's clearly the work of her aunt.

Wei Lingling said to Wei Ming, "With Xiaoli like this, I can't bear to keep her at home doing housework."

Lizhi immediately replied, "President Lingling, please rest assured, I will improve myself as soon as possible."

Wei Ming asked, "So, are you taking her back to the mainland this time?"

Wei Lingling: "We have to take her with us. She's from Shanghai, so she's a local bigwig. It'll save us some trouble."

Lizhi smiled and said, "I also want to take this opportunity to go back and see my grandma."

"Brother!"

"Little Li?"

As they were talking, Wu Jing and Biaozi suddenly looked towards the airport entrance...

(End of this chapter)