Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 134, Section 132: A Matter of Time (4.4k)

Several days passed by like this.

Neither Li Zhi nor Gu Caiwei took Zhou Mingyuan's impulsive A4 paper writing seriously.

Not to mention taking a casual song title like "Next Stop, Tea Mountain Liu" seriously as a work of art.

But it actually came to be made.

In just a few days, the landlord's cat and Zhou Mingyuan would get together every few days, bursting with inspiration and going all out.

The three were extremely efficient, quickly polishing the lyrics, composing the music, recording the song, and handling post-production, each doing their part.

On an ordinary afternoon, Li Zhi sat at her workstation, stretched lazily, and covered her mouth to yawn.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

The new song is finished, what do you guys think?

In the Fruit Princess WeChat group, Zhou Mingyuan quickly sent in an audio file titled "Next Stop, Tea Mountain Liu".

This strange song title
It really wasn't changed at all.

Li Zhi couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips slightly, her curiosity piqued. She took out Bluetooth earphones from her bag, brushed aside the stray hairs by her ears, and put them on in both earphones.

The screen brightened and dimmed, and the sound slowly flowed into my mind.

Some colleagues were making coffee, some were talking to clients on their phones, some were typing furiously at their computers, and some were frowning at thick case files.

Even a small pair of headphones can still create a world that belongs only to oneself.

A clear, transparent female voice rang out, instantly pulling Li Zhi back from the distant workplace to her youthful campus in almost a second.

Halfway through the song, the short-haired girl subconsciously unlocked her phone again, opened the group chat page, and her fingertips were brimming with an unspoken desire to express herself.

The songs he wrote are actually so good?

【My God, I can't believe it!】

Jiangcheng University of Finance and Economics, Wentai Building classroom.

This class is one of the core courses in the finance department: microeconomics.

Compared to Li Zhi, who openly listens to music at work, Gu Caiwei's actions were much more cautious.

She hid the earphones, her flowing brown hair cascading down like a waterfall, the water enveloping the small, exquisite earphones.

The teacher was giving a lesson, but the well-behaved student was daydreaming, gently squinting his eyes to the sound of a guitar.

This wasn't the first time Gu Caiwei had heard her senior sing.

In her memory, the landlord's cat usually performed songs that were familiar to the audience.

Popular music, bands, and occasionally a folk song.

However, the style of this song is completely different.

Xin Yi's voice was like a morning bell and an evening drum, resonating deeply in Gu Caiwei's heart.

Wentai Building, calico cat, old playground.

The power of lyrics written on paper is far less than the power of sound penetrating the eardrum.

Sounds good!

Gu Caiwei, who had just crossed the old playground and sat down in the Wentai Building for class, felt as if she had leaped into the ocean of youth.

I was completely immersed in the atmosphere of the entire piece.

After listening to the song, her reaction was much more intense than Li Zhi's. Even though she was sitting in the front row, she stopped pretending and took out her phone from under the desk and started tapping on the screen.

This song is really good!

[It's much better finished than I expected. I was even complaining to Xiaolizhi before that you guys were just doing this for fun. This could totally be performed as an original piece, right?]

[Of course! I've already suggested it to them. They should register as independent musicians on NetEase Cloud Music right away and upload their work.]

The other party replied with a long string of words, followed by a smug emoji with their hands on their hips.

Wow, Zhou Mingyuan!

Gu Caiwei couldn't contain her surprise. Her pupils widened, her mind raced, and her fingertips froze as she pondered what words to use to describe the situation.

The next second, she deleted what she was saying halfway through, and sent a meme instead.

Because her best friend had already acted as a mouthpiece and replied to the message before she could.

[It's hard to imagine that this is a piece of work you casually scribbled on a few sheets of A4 paper while sitting at the coffee shop counter, my food buddy.]

In ancient times, Cao Zhi could compose a poem in seven steps; I think you're almost there too.

[Two hands in agreement.jpg]

Cao Zhi?

That's really not going to work.

A true man should be like Cao Mengde!

Zhou Mingyuan smiled as he watched the reactions in the Fruit Princess group chat, then casually put his phone aside without replying.

"OK, Nono, call the next one in."

"Ok!"

Du Jianuo turned a page of her resume and stood up.

The final scene at Jieyou Media is not complicated; there are only two people sitting in the room.

Du Jianuo helped with the recording, and Zhou Mingyuan made the final decision.

The initial resume screening and interview stages can often only provide a preliminary assessment of whether the candidate possesses the basic qualities of an expert.

Therefore, Li Xiaobo and Lu Ze will have a five-dimensional scoring sheet, which will eventually be delivered to their boss, Zhou Mingyuan.

The five dimensions represent scores for talent, appearance, communication, character, and aspirations.

Many people think that all you need to do to become an internet celebrity is to be good-looking.

Of course, if one's strengths are strong enough, and one is beautiful to the point of being considered top-tier by some celebrities, then there is no problem.

But most people are only moderately beautiful, far from reaching that level.

Therefore, in order to avoid being a flash in the pan, factors other than appearance are actually the key to whether an internet celebrity can have a stable and long-term career.

Talented, emotionally intelligent, good at communication, and versatile.

Such a person is a talent wherever they go.

As for the last wish score, it's more like a metaphysics, a feeling, and difficult to quantify.

This is also the key reason why Zhou Mingyuan insists on personally overseeing and conducting face-to-face assessments.

With his extensive experience in dealing with people, Attorney Zhou can easily tell whether someone has the ambition or not.

The subtle facial expressions in their gestures and movements, whether their actions exude confidence, including the expert's voice, attitude, aura, and overall presence.
In essence, desire is self-motivation, the desire to achieve a goal.

Also known as spirit, it is hidden in a person's eyes.

After a few back-and-forth exchanges and several lines of dialogue, Zhou Mingyuan, while not exactly an expert, could at least get a general idea of ​​what was going on.

If you want to succeed, it's easy to give up without this kind of spirit.

Especially in this golden age when all industries are waiting to be revitalized, everyone probably knows that there is unlimited potential in becoming an MCN, an internet celebrity, and doing live streaming.

But who can guarantee that you'll be the next one to become famous?

Before it became popular, no one cared. How many people gritted their teeth and persevered?

The world is never short of talented people.

However, realizing one's talent, building a career, and then reaping material rewards from that career requires a powerful self-driving force, much like a car engine, at every step of the process.

Some say that excellent physical fitness is fundamental.

Some say that a strong philosophy of life is key.
But the core is a desire to change oneself or the world.

Whether it's resentment, a desire to escape pain, a wish to prove oneself, or a desire to contribute to the world...
In short, you need to have a strong, constant force that is beyond what ordinary people possess to propel yourself.

There are quite a few ambitious young people.

As Du Jianuo's live stream popularity soared, her influence gradually began to spread throughout the Jiangcheng area.

Her inspirational story sounds no different from that of a female protagonist who gets a lucky break and turns her life around overnight.

From a struggling female streamer with only a few dozen viewers, she has transformed into a sensation in Douyu's dance section, and now she's become incredibly wealthy.

The photos of him out and about are full of brand-name and luxury goods.

The glamorous luxury goods are very impactful and have ignited many people's dreams of becoming internet celebrities.

Throughout the day, Zhou Mingyuan actually signed several promising talents from different fields.

Jieyou Media, which used to have only a handful of employees, is finally no longer a small, insignificant operation.

"Mr. Zhou, what do you think of the peaches?"

After the interview ended in the evening, Du Jianuo followed closely behind the boss as they walked out of the storefront.

The shadow stretched the man's figure long as he took out the electric scooter key from his pocket and unlocked it with a "beep".

Who is Peach?

Zhou Mingyuan gripped the handlebars of the electric scooter, waved to his senior, and looked somewhat bewildered.

"Qi Baitao!"

"Who is it?" Zhou Mingyuan blinked. So many names in one afternoon, and he even played on his phone for a while, sharing his new work with his female friends.

How could he remember it so clearly?
"It's the one you decided to sign in five minutes! 36E~"

Du Jianuo raised her eyebrows, took two steps forward, rolled up her clothes, sat on the back of the electric scooter, and gently placed her arms on the man's lower back.

"Oh, oh, oh! I remember now, I recall you mentioning this."

As the saying goes, a person's reputation is like a tree's shadow.

But some people have such strong labels that they are even more eye-catching than their names.

"His overall quality, physique, appearance, speech and behavior are all quite good."

Zhou Mingyuan thought for a few seconds before speaking.

"What, what do you want me to say about her?"

"It's nothing, I was just asking."

Du Jianuo pursed her cherry lips slightly, her eyes smiling, clearly having gotten the answer she wanted.

There is no harm without comparison.

Zhou Mingyuan treated the two batches of employees completely differently.

What kind of treatment do I receive?
The boss personally negotiated the contract, discussed the compensation, endorsed the traffic, polished the live broadcast room, hand-wrote the scripts, and even taught me how to set it up face-to-face.

Qi Baitao
Well, he didn't even remember the name.

"What do you want to eat later?"

Zhou Mingyuan twisted the handlebars downwards, and the car slowly started moving.

"Mmm, I want to eat crab roe and pork buns! There's a really delicious one near the Entrepreneurship Building!"

The evening breeze carried the curls in my hair, making me feel like a young boy rushing by.

Du Jianuo hugged his back tightly. The car was moving at about 30 miles per hour, and the touch of their skin against each other was soft and clear.

She darted through the bustling city life, where streetlights twinkled around the office buildings. Whenever the red light came on, Du Jianuo would quietly turn her body to look ahead.

Zhou Mingyuan's face, set against this twilight backdrop, possessed a hazy, beautiful quality.

Crab roe and pork buns are the specialty of a bun shop near the Entrepreneurship Building.

Having finally managed to get Zhou Mingyuan to have dinner with her tonight, her first thought was to let him try it too.

"It's really delicious, you should try it."

The summer night melted away my rumbling hunger.

The two sat in the restaurant's dining area. Zhou Mingyuan took a bite of a crab roe bun; the smooth crab oil and fresh meat melted in his mouth, and he mumbled, "Mmm."

"good to eat!"

"Tianyu Media didn't train you for nothing; at least you've figured out all the good food around here."

The man smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"of course!"

Du Jianuo raised her eyebrows and added with a smile, "There are others too."

"The peach I just asked about is actually my former colleague at Tianyu Media. We used to go to the gym together often, and then come here to eat after we finished working out."

"No wonder. She has a pretty good figure."

Zhou Mingyuan lowered his head, took a bite of the steamed bun, and said casually.

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Du Jianuo paused for a moment, then leaned back in her seat.

Zhou Mingyuan ate the steamed bun so quickly that he even let out a burp.

A few minutes later, the senior student spoke again, her tone carrying a subtle undertone.

"Do you boys only measure a good physique by size?"

Du Jianuo pouted: "Body shape, muscle mass, body fat percentage, and physique are all important!"

Zhou Mingyuan was taken aback at first, then unscrewed a bottle of water, gulped down a big mouthful, and looked over with a half-smile.

He just stared at his senior, not in a hurry to answer the question. He took out his phone, looked at it, and then opened his work email to send an email before stuffing the last bite of the crab roe bun into his mouth.

"Well, Nono."

Zhou Mingyuan took out a tissue to wipe his hands and asked himself a question.

"I was just saying it offhand. After all, being an MCN boss doesn't require knowing all the details."

“I know nothing about other people’s physique, muscle mass, body fat percentage, or whether their muscles and bones are well-proportioned.”

"I only know you."

No, you don't understand!

Du Jianuo, with her cheeks bulging and a half-eaten bun still in her mouth, whispered a reply.

"You usually keep the lights off, so you can't see clearly."

".OK."

The lights in the dining area illuminated the man's profile, highlighting the small curve at the corner of his mouth. He pulled out a wet wipe and tossed it to Du Jianuo, smiling calmly.

"Eat quickly, we'll go back together for a comprehensive test later."

The rhythm suddenly quickened, making my heart race. I was savoring the last burst of crab roe, while the music from the shop mingled with Zhou Mingyuan's smiling words.

Du Jianuo blushed instantly.

On weekday evenings, the area around the startup building is packed with white-collar workers heading home during peak hours.

Fortunately, electric cars can always weave through traffic. In the noisy environment, Du Jianuo sat obediently in the back seat, her thoughts like colorful fireworks exploding.

She suddenly realized that her provocation had been somewhat impulsive, but with her heart pounding, she felt a sense of anticipation and excitement.

Shanshui Huating, the familiar Shanshui Huating.

She opened the door, slipped on her slippers, ran into the inner room to change into her pajamas, removed her makeup and washed her face. When Du Jianuo walked back into the living room, she subconsciously looked at the glaring light above her head.

She bit her lip and took small, quick steps closer.

Zhou Mingyuan was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching TV.

What are you doing?

Everything was as peaceful as ever.

But then his vision went dark, and the man stood up without saying a word.

Du Jianuo only saw the palm lines that were suddenly magnified.

—His palm covered mine, and his eyes were completely black.

The next second, her cool black slip dress was pulled off from head to toe, and a small piece of fabric was twisted into a ball and stuffed into her mouth.

"Uh huh"

The senior student stared in disbelief, her eyes wide. The lights were on, and a wild-looking man grabbed her naked body, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and with a few quick steps, threw her into the center of the sofa.

It has become something that thousands of experts would love, making it convenient for scientific measurement.

—M type.

My goodness!

Isn't this too direct?
Du Jianuo's mind went blank with a sudden "boom".

Body fat percentage, physique, and muscle mass were all completely forgotten.

The kisses that landed on the senior's neck, waist, and chest were light and fleeting.

Her cherry lips were blocked, and her two long, slender, and fair wrists were also folded up and held tightly above her head.

The sense of shame is too strong, and the lights are too bright.

Overwhelmed by an indescribable shyness, Du Jianuo whimpered softly, her watery eyes seemingly filled with water, half-melting and half-sweet, brimming with charm.

"You're in good shape."

"Hmm, the bone structure is also quite even."

"No wonder they insisted on turning on the lights to compare them properly; that's confidence."

"What's your body fat percentage? It's less than 20%, right?"

He only pulled a small piece of fabric out of her mouth when he asked a question.

"No."

She lowered her eyes, her face flushed, and her voice sounded just like a kitten's purring.

"Knew it."

Zhou Mingyuan reached out his right hand and brushed the girl's hair, his breath hot as he leaned forward, his entire shoulder close to hers.

"Understanding takes time."

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(End of this chapter)