Peninsula: It’s just a dream, are you serious?

Chapter 288 Oppa, can you write a song for me?
The figure in the elevator was none other than Bae Suzy.

Chen Yan looked at her and smiled: "It is indeed quite a coincidence."

Despite working at the same company as Bae Suzy, they actually only met a handful of times in the past few months.

Even with the other three members of MSS A, he had only bumped into them a few times in the elevator, and they were just familiar faces; he had never truly gotten to know them.

Are you off to make some appearances?

"Yes, my manager said she's coming to pick me up in a bit."

Bae Suzy stepped out of the elevator with a smile.

She was originally planning to go straight to the underground parking garage, but she didn't expect to run into Chen Yan there. Of course, she had to chat with this oppa for a while, since her manager wouldn't be there for a while.

"Oppa, why are you only coming to the company now?"

The girl picked up her phone, glanced at the time, then put her hands behind her back and looked at Chen Yan with a teasing gaze.

"Oppa, did you accidentally oversleep? It's almost lunchtime."

Chen Yan chuckled and said, "No, I just went to Big Hit and had a meeting there."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Bae Suzy nodded knowingly, then, with her hands behind her back, revealed two rabbit teeth: "Congratulations oppa, you have a new song to release in March."

The girl knew everything about Chen Yan's career developments in private.

As she spoke, she counted on her fingers: "January is Girls' Generation, February is 2PM's oppas, March is 2AM's oppas, oh right, and IU unnie too."

The girl looked up at Chen Yan: "Oppa, you're not going to release a new song in April, are you?"

"This really doesn't exist."

"Aigoo, that's good. Oppa, you're releasing songs so frequently these days. I bet it won't be long before you become a royalty millionaire."

"Even royalty-rich people can't compare to our billionaire girl, Suzy."

Hearing the teasing in Bae Suzy's words, Chen Yan naturally retorted without holding back.

The girl in front of me became a sensation in 2012 with her book "Architecture 101" and subsequently filmed more than 20 commercials, earning her a staggering 10 billion won in advertising fees. As a result, she was dubbed the "10 Billion Won Girl" by the media.

"Oh, oppa, that's all media exaggeration, there's not that much of it."

The girl blushed slightly and patted Chen Yan lightly, then subconsciously looked around where no one was, seemingly a little embarrassed.

Chen Yan smiled but remained silent.

The term "billion-dollar girl" is indeed an exaggeration. Bae Suzy has to give a portion of that 10 billion to her company and other members of her group, so her actual income is still far from 10 billion.

“Oppa, I think your income will definitely exceed 10 billion in the near future.”

"Then I'll lend you some good advice."

"Hehe~"

Bae Suzy wore a pure smile on her fair face, and then her beautiful eyes darted around as if she were thinking of something.

"Oppa, I have a way to help you earn over 10 billion in revenue faster."

"Hmm? What method?"

"That means oppa writes songs for our group too."

Bae Suzy stood with her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, and a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes.

"Our group's popularity isn't bad at all, so if the group doesn't succeed..."

The girl blinked, her face still beaming with a sweet smile, but her hands behind her back clenched involuntarily.

"Oppa can write for me too, I'll go solo someday anyway."

Chen Yan was taken aback upon hearing this. This time, he looked around to the left and right where no one was, and then breathed a slight sigh of relief.

I wondered if the internal conflicts within Miss A had reached this point, with Bae Suzy already considering her solo career.

Seeing this, Bae Suzy seemed to understand what her oppa was thinking and patted him on the shoulder with amusement.

"Oppa, I said sooner or later, not now. It might be another two or three years."

"Oh, okay, what you said is indeed a method."

Chen Yan nodded in agreement: "If there's a chance in the future, I will definitely form a group for you or write a song for you."

Bae Suzy's beautiful eyes lit up immediately: "Then it's a promise, oppa, I'll remember it." The girl automatically ignored the first half of Chen Yan's sentence, and only the second half, "I'll write a song for you," reached her ears.

"Okay, it's agreed."

Chen Yan readily agreed again. Writing songs was his job, and it was a way to make money, so there was no reason to refuse.

Bae Suzy smiled sweetly again.

Just then, her phone rang.

"Hey, unnie. Oh, okay, I'll be right down."

The girl quickly hung up the phone and then looked at Chen Yan: "Oppa, I have to rush to my schedule and I have to go now. Do you want to come down to the underground parking garage with me first, and then you can come back up?"

"No need, I'll just wait here for the elevator and then come up."

"Okay, then I'll go now, oppa. See you next time."

"See you."

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Chen Yan looked thoughtful.

For some reason, he felt that Bae Suzy seemed a little different this time.

The girl's expression and demeanor became much more natural, without any awkwardness, like a pure girl next door.

Perhaps it was because of the accident at the coffee shop that the two of them started communicating more and their relationship became closer.

Chen Yan shook his head slightly and stepped into the elevator.

A few hours later, as night fell, in Cheongdam-dong, in the bedroom of the house.

Chen Yan sat at his desk, staring at the computer screen. He moved the mouse a few times, typed a few more words on the keyboard, and finally withdrew his hands. Looking at the finished song on the computer, he stretched with satisfaction.

After nearly half a month, this song about first love, inspired by Choi Sulli and Jung Soo-jung, is finally finished.

I exported the audio file, then opened my email and added the file as an attachment.

The text states that this song was written specifically for f(x), and they hope to achieve a collaboration.

After finishing typing the instructions, Chen Yan paused, thought for a moment, and then added a sentence at the end.

Personally, I think f(x)'s next album could be made with "first love" as the core concept.

He genuinely thought the concept of "first love" was quite appealing.

Select the official email address of SM Entertainment's music department as the recipient and send the message.

After finishing his work, Chen Yan got up, turned off the computer, lay comfortably on the bed, and started scrolling through his phone.

Afterwards, the three of them chatted for a while with Kim Tae-yeon, who had finished a busy day, and said goodnight to each other.

He then put down his phone, closed his eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Consciousness was once again restored to light after plunging into darkness.

Upon regaining consciousness, Chen Yan looked up and saw a headline on the front page of a newspaper.

[Boy group BTS nominated for a Grammy Award! The influence of a world-class boy group!!!]

Looking at the avant-garde male celebrities in the photos, one can vaguely see the shadows of the boys I saw in the Big Hit practice room during the day.

After reading the headline, the dream shattered the next second.

On the bed, Chen Yan opened his eyes and sat up after calming himself down.

Looking out the window at the already bright sky, he got up from the bed, sat down at his desk, picked up a pen and paper, and began to write and draw.

He quickly stopped writing and looked at the three words "big hit," "hybe," and "BTS" that he had circled and connected together on the paper.

Recalling the contents of his dream, Chen Yan murmured, "So those trainees will become so famous in the future."

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, then pondered for a moment.

"It seems that investing in Big Hit and Bang Si-hyuk is an absolutely worthwhile investment, and now is definitely the best time."

A glint of light flashed in Chen Yan's eyes. He got up, walked back to the bedside, picked up his phone from the bedside table, and made a call.

"Hey, Dad."

(End of this chapter)