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Chapter 180 The Super Evolution of Leather Pants
night.

In a private room at a restaurant near the Central Conservatory of Music, the Reincarnation Band and the newly established No. 43 Baojia Street were sitting together in a clearly distinct manner.

"Wang Feng, you've come to the right person this time!"

After a few rounds of drinks, Wu Tong lost his temper and patted Wang Feng on the shoulder, saying smugly, "Brother Zhang and I are best friends, brothers for years!"

Haha~
Since they've been brothers for many years, why was it Gao Qi who accompanied Boss Zhang to record "China Fire"?

Wang Feng inwardly scoffed, but outwardly he had to force a smile and say, "That's right, everyone in the Central Conservatory of Music knows that you and President Zhang are close friends, it's..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a screeching sound. Someone, whether intentionally or accidentally, slammed the chair back half a foot, leaving a black mark on the cement floor from the metal legs.

Wu Tong frowned and glanced at the people at No. 43 Baojia Street, but couldn't find out who did it. So he raised his voice and said, "Don't you believe me! Is Han Hong famous now? Back then, who knew who she was? Wasn't it me who personally brought Brother Zhang to Professor Zou's house and gave her this opportunity to rise to the top in one step?!"

"cough~"

As soon as he finished speaking, his teammate reminded him, "Old Wu, Han Hong said in an interview the other day that Dou Wei introduced him to her."

"I never said I was the one who recommended you!"

Wu Tong glared and said, "I was the one who gathered information and led the way for Brother Zhang. Otherwise, how would he have known that Han Hong was at Professor Zou's house?"

Haha~
I was just showing people the way, but you're making it sound like I'm Han Hong's mentor!
Not only Wang Feng was secretly complaining, but many people at the table also disliked Wu Tong.

At the end of last year, the Reincarnation Band participated in the recording of "Rock Beijing" through Zhang Yan's introduction. Their Chinese-style rock song "Beacon Fire on Yangzhou Road" made them quite famous.

Then Wu Tong started to get cocky.

Despite being from the same class and having known each other for a long time, he still insisted on acting all high and mighty in front of Wang Feng and the No. 43 Baojia Street Band.

Of course, there were also members of the Reincarnation band who were dissatisfied with Wang Feng, feeling that he was not qualified to use the address of the Central Conservatory of Music as the band name.

Seeing that Han Hong's matter hadn't taken off, Wu Tong persisted, saying, "Back then, when we were helping Han Hong perfect her new song, Brother Zhang found three people: Dou Wei, Gao Qi, and me."

As you all know, Dou Wei is introverted and doesn't like to talk, and Gao Qi is also a quiet type. So, who else can we ask to coordinate this whole thing?

That's an incredibly exaggerated boast.

Although Wang Feng came to ask for a favor, he really couldn't flatter him anymore and could only respond with an awkward smile.

Seeing this, Wu Tong was a little unhappy. He picked up his wine glass and clinked it against Wang Feng's glass, pressing him for an answer: "Wang Feng, do you think there's anything wrong with what I said?"

夢~
It’s not over yet!

Wang Feng cursed under his breath, but right now he was counting on Wu Tong to help him introduce No. 43 Baojia Street to Zhang Yan—nothing more, just getting into the 'Xinjiang Aid List' would make No. 43 Baojia Street a big name in the circle.

So he gritted his teeth and decided to say a few words in agreement with Wu Tong.

To his surprise, someone on the other end suddenly voiced his thoughts: "Damn it, are you never going to stop?!"

Wang Feng looked over in astonishment and saw someone stand up from the Reincarnation Band, pointing at Wu Tong's nose and cursing: "Ever since you finished recording 'Rock Beijing,' all you've done is brag and drink all day long. Have you done anything productive?! Do you know how many shows you've ruined?!"

Wu Tong was stunned by the insults. Looking at his teammates and then at the one who was hurling insults, he stood up angrily and said, "What do you mean by that?! Didn't I write that song? Didn't I sing it?! If it weren't for me, would the Reincarnation Band be where it is today?!"

"Damn, your song isn't anything special. It's just a copy of 'Dreaming Back to the Tang Dynasty'!"

"Say it again, you dare say it again?!"

"You plagiarized 'Dreaming Back to the Tang Dynasty'!"

"CNMD..."

After a few words, Wu Tong got into a fight with his teammates. The members of the Samsara Band rushed to stop them, but somehow, Wu Tong ended up getting a bottle smashed over his head.

After watching Wu Tong leave the restaurant in an ambulance, cursing and swearing, Wang Feng and his teammates were completely dumbfounded.

"Hey guys, who wants to settle the bill?"

It wasn't until the boss, with a cigarette in his mouth and a bill in his hand, chased after him out the door that Wang Feng realized the rest of the Reincarnation Band had also all left.

What the hell is this?!
Seeing the bill for 140 yuan worth of tables and chairs, Wang Feng and his teammates were so angry that they cursed loudly.

After the scolding, everyone quieted down again.

Back at the dormitory building of the Central Conservatory of Music, a row of people squatted against the wall with worried faces.

"Do you think Wu Tong can still recommend us to General Manager Zhang?"

"Hehe~ What do you think?"

"Hey, shall we call it a day then?"

No. 43 Baojia Street, which was established a year earlier than in the original history, is also more loosely organized and fragile than in the original history.

So, after such a bad start, some people immediately thought of dividing up their belongings and returning to Gao Laozhuang.

"Don't do that!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng immediately became anxious and stood up to encourage everyone, saying, "Even if we can't go to the frontier, we don't have to break up, right? We can learn from other bands and perform in bars!" None of the people huddled in the corner said a word. They had formed this band with the goal of becoming famous overnight, so their expectations were naturally different.

Besides, these are all top students from the Central Conservatory of Music. Making them, like those struggling singers in Beijing, go to bars to sing every day...

Seeing this, Wang Feng had no choice but to change his tune again, saying, "It was a conflict within their Reincarnation band, it's not our fault—you wait, I'll go find Wu Tong again tomorrow!"

This band was started by Wang Feng, so putting aside the question of whether he's willing to accept its disbandment.

The name of No. 43 Baojia Street alone has already caused quite a stir in the school. Many people are indignant about it. If it were to be forgotten in just three days or two mornings, how would Mr. Wang ever be able to get along with the school again?

I tossed and turned all night.

The next morning, Wang Feng bought fruit and went to the hospital to visit Wu Tong, but Wu Tong's family refused to let him in, saying that Wu Tong needed to rest and would not see anyone.

Wang Feng was greatly disappointed. He wanted to go back to school, but he was afraid that his teammates would bring up breaking up again.

So he lingered near the hospital for a long time, and at noon he ordered two dishes, one cold and one hot, at a nearby food stall, along with beer and peanuts, and lingered there until evening.

After finishing his lunch and dinner, Wang Feng walked to the bus stop as the sun set, but seeing the bus approaching, he felt a little reluctant to go back.

So I decided to go back to the hospital to try again.

When they arrived, they were still turned away.

Wang Feng walked out of the inpatient department dejectedly, stood on the flower bed in front of the outpatient building, and looked at the buildings that were gradually being shrouded in darkness, the crowds of people coming and going nearby, and the new inpatient building under construction in the distance.

He suddenly felt a strange sense of loneliness. The sounds, the images, everything around him seemed to be stripped away from his senses, as if he were the only living person left in the world.

As a native of Beijing, this was the first time Wang Feng had experienced something like this.

This sudden feeling of loneliness was like a large hand tightly gripping his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe, yet it also felt as if something was bursting forth.

Half an hour later, Wang Feng, who seemed as still as a clay or wooden statue, suddenly rushed into the outpatient building, slammed his fist on the table, and shouted at the nurse on duty, "Give me paper and a pen, quick, quick!"

This psychotic-like behavior would startle anyone.

Fortunately, the receptionist was experienced and knowledgeable. She handed over paper and pen without hesitation while quietly dialing the security department's internal phone number.

However, after seeing Wang Feng write down a few lines that were neither clearly modern poetry nor lyrics, the nurse ultimately gave up on the idea of ​​calling security to arrest him.

Even if he's crazy, he should be a literary madman.

Another hour passed in the blink of an eye.

After much revision and rewriting, Wang Feng finally finished his composition and, regardless of where he was, began to hum it word by word.

"I will fall asleep in the rain tonight, to the sound of domestic road rollers, to the loud crash of wounds bursting open, to fall asleep in the rain tonight, goodnight, BJ..."

This is definitely Wang Feng's most satisfying work to date, but since it was a premature product created four years ahead of schedule, there are still many details that need to be polished.

Just as Wang Feng hummed the song a few times and was about to continue scribbling and revising in the clinic, a large hand suddenly landed on his shoulder: "Hey buddy, you play rock music too?"

Wang Feng was startled and subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see a middle-aged man in his late thirties smiling at him.

"you are?"

"Haha~"

The man smiled slightly, switched the document he was holding in his right hand to his left, and handed a business card to Wang Feng.

"Puan Records, Su Yue? You're the owner of the record company?" Now Wang Feng understood why the other party had struck up a conversation with him so suddenly. Needless to say, they must have taken a liking to his talent.

Su Yue confidently asked Wang Feng, "Have you heard of Huang Gexuan, who sang 'Spring Water Flows' at the New Year's Eve concert? He's a signed singer of our company!"

"Oh~"

Wang Feng nodded slightly. Of course he knew Huang Ge had chosen him. He became famous overnight thanks to his New Year's Eve concert and is now known as the Prince of Love Songs.

However, in terms of popularity, they are still far behind the Seven Dreamers.

Perhaps sensing that Huang Gexuan had failed to intimidate Wang Feng, Su Yue quickly added, "You know Gao Feng, who sang 'Great China,' right? I personally recommended him to Yuanmeng. I'm an old friend of Mr. Zhang from Yuanmeng!"

uh~
This sounds familiar, it's just missing the word "close friend".

Wang Feng gestured and asked, "President Su, are you also here to visit Wu Tong?"

"What Wu Tong?"

Su Yue asked, puzzled, "I'm here with my wife for a prenatal checkup—oh, you mean Wu Tong from the Reincarnation Band? What happened to him?"

"he……"

Wang Feng had just started speaking when his pupils suddenly dilated, and he blurted out, "President Zhang?!"

Upon hearing this, Su Yue quickly turned around and saw three people walking in side by side from outside. On the left was Guan Hu, on the right was Gao Qi, and in the middle was Zhang Yan.

(End of this chapter)