The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 102 The Wedding Company That Came to Our Door
In the bar.

As soon as Xia Fenghua left, Ruan Wan received a text message on her phone.

After reading it, Ruan Wan burst out laughing and handed her phone to Zheng Wei, who was standing next to her.

"Xu Kaiyang and Zhang Kai went to the law school dormitory to look for someone, and they actually found a freshman named Zhang Wei."

Zheng Wei glanced at the text message on her phone screen.

Xu Kaiyang and Zhang Kai only realized they'd been tricked when they found the law school dormitory; their intelligence is truly beyond saving.

At this moment on stage, Yang Muyi, at the strong request of the audience, agreed to sing "The Light of the Return" again.

However, this time Yang Muyi decided to play the guitar himself and let Ma Siyi sing the song.

It also provides an opportunity to test Ma Siyi's singing skills.

……

After the song ended, the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause once again.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Ma Siyi bowed to the audience in gratitude.

This was the first time I sang this song, and I was a little nervous, so I made three mistakes during the performance.

Fortunately, the audience wasn't as discerning as professional music judges. Plus, they had only heard Yang Muyi sing once before, so the second time it was sung by a female voice, which was a refreshing change. Everyone thought Ma Siyi sang quite well.

Yang Muye also thinks so.

The original singer of this song was a woman, and Ma Siyi put a lot of emotion into her performance, so the result was actually better than Yang Muyi's version.

offstage.

Xia Fenghua and Xie Wanghe were both applauding Ma Siyi excitedly.

On the other side, Zheng Wei, Ruan Wan, Li Weijuan, and Zhu Xiaobei's table had already started discussing whether the male or female version of "The Light of the Return" was better.

As a result, apart from Zhu Xiaobei who supported the female version, the other three women unanimously thought the male version sounded better.

Enraged, Zhu Xiaobei immediately exposed the three of them: "Don't use songs as an excuse, just say you like handsome guys."

Ruan Wan put her arm around Zhu Xiaobei's and said with a smile, "Tell me, isn't he handsome?"

Li Weijuan crossed her arms and said with a lovesick look, "Not only is he handsome, but he can also write songs, and he writes them so well. This is what they mean by a beautiful appearance is a dime a dozen, but an interesting soul is one in a million."

Zhu Xiaobei deliberately imitated Li Weijuan's tone when she first came to the dormitory: "I finally managed to get into Peking University from a small county, and the tuition for this major is so expensive. I can't let my parents down. I just want to study hard for the next four years of university and not date!"

Enraged, Li Weijuan reached out to pinch Zhu Xiaobei.

The two women were playfully fighting, and Ruan Wan was forced to act as a shield several times in the middle.

After they had made enough noise, Li Weijuan said in a serious tone, "I just admire him, it doesn't mean I'm attracted to him. The most important thing is that even if I am attracted to him, it's useless. Just look at the guitarist in the band. He is not lacking in beautiful women. Not to mention that there are four beauties in the business school, all in the same year as him. Of the four of us, only Ruan Wan and Zheng Wei still have a chance."

Ruan Wan immediately stated, "Don't drag me into this, I already have a boyfriend."

Just as Zheng Wei was about to distance herself from the situation, Li Weijuan spoke up first: "Zheng Wei, didn't your crush, Lin Jing, go abroad? The best way to forget a relationship is to start a new one."

Zheng Wei's expression changed, and she said somewhat angrily, "Don't mention Lin Jing's name in front of me again. If anyone does, I'll get angry with her."

Ruan Wan, Li Weijuan, and Zhu Xiaobei exchanged glances and could only helplessly end the topic.

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An hour later, at the bar entrance.

Ma Siyi waved goodbye to Hu Youyu, Yang Muye, and Xiao He.

Xia Fenghua and Xie Wanghe stood to one side.

After leaving the bar, Xie Wanghe remained sullen.

From the initial elation of finding Ma Siyi to the current confusion, the huge contrast has left Xie Wanghe somewhat at a loss.

Ma Siyi wants to pursue her musical dreams, and Xie Wanghe naturally supports her.

However, seeing Ma Siyi successfully join Yang Muyi's band and even prepare to sign with Yang Muyi's entertainment company, Xie Wanghe felt a deep sense of frustration.

Indeed, what men fear most is meeting the person they want to take care of for life when they are at their most powerless age.

Xie Wanghe can't give Ma Siyi anything now.

But some people are able to give Ma Siyi everything she wants.

Aside from being the same age, Xie Wanghe was no match for Yang Muye in any other aspect.

Yang Muye is taller, more handsome, more outstanding, and richer than Xie Wanghe.

Now, Xie Wanghe's only hope is that Yang Muye won't have any designs on Ma Siyi, otherwise he really won't have any chance at all.

"Here, I recorded tonight's performance, but I can't guarantee the quality."

Ma Siyi handed the recording pen to Yang Muye.

In just over two hours since they met, Ma Siyi's perception of Yang Muye has undergone a complete transformation.

At this moment, Ma Siyi felt very fortunate, after all, just meeting some people is already a great stroke of luck.

Yang Muyi took the recorder and, after learning that Ma Siyi would be staying at a hotel with Xia Fenghua that night instead of returning to her rented basement, turned and left with peace of mind.

He won't go back to the dormitory tonight; he'll go back to the Fairfield Hotel like Xiaohe.

Zheng Wei, Ruan Wan, and the other three girls, who had left the bar first but deliberately slowed down in preparation for a "chance encounter" on campus, looked in the direction Yang Muye had left and were greatly disappointed.

On the way back to the hotel, Yang Muye received a text message from Cheng Feng on his phone.

The content surprised Yang Muye.

The first recording of "The Lone Warrior" was only so-so.

However, Cheng Feng remained excited, and the opening lines of his text message revealed his confidence in recording the song well.

However, these were not Cheng Feng's main purposes in sending the text message to Yang Muye.

During the recording process, the studio owner introduced Cheng Feng to a person in the industry named Sister Ling. She had worked for a famous entertainment company for many years and had recently resigned to start her own business.

At first, Sister Ling was only interested in the song "The Lone Warrior" and wanted to buy it as a bargaining chip to recruit artists to join her new company.

After learning the whole story of He Yueyue's incident and Cheng Feng's purpose in singing the song, he immediately saw the huge opportunity hidden behind it and made a decisive decision to sign the Old Boys group.

He thought that with his extensive professional experience and deep connections in the entertainment industry, he could easily persuade Cheng Feng and Wu Di.

However, they learned from the two that Yang Muye was the mastermind behind it all.

He earned tens of millions of dollars at the age of eighteen with just a small game, making him a true high-achieving, handsome, and rich man.

He is also a reclusive musical genius, for whom writing songs and lyrics is as easy as eating and drinking.

Sister Ling certainly wouldn't completely believe what Cheng Feng said, but she did develop a strong interest in Yang Muye, so she suggested meeting him.

I have classes from morning till night tomorrow, so Yang Muye postponed our meeting to noon the day after tomorrow.

Yang Muye walked back to the hotel with Xiaohe, and the doorman standing in front of the glass revolving door caught his attention.

Yang Muyi had been staying at the Fairfield by the Bay Hotel for more than half a month and had never seen this person before.

But then I felt like I recognized the person, and I couldn’t help but take a second look as I passed by.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" the man asked respectfully.

Yang Muye stopped in his tracks.

"newcomer?"

"Yes, sir, you are—"

"I live in room 8007. I've never seen you before. Judging from your accent, you're from Northeast China?"

"Yes, Dandong." The new doorman was quite puzzled. He had always spoken Mandarin, so how could this customer have noticed his accent?

Yang Muye glanced at the name tag below the other person's collar.

Zhang Guangzheng. Just as I was about to ask Zhang Guangzheng if he had another master named Wang Niulang, a man in plain clothes ran over from the side.

He looked to be under thirty, and more importantly, Yang Muye recognized his face.

"Excuse me, sir. He's new here. I'm his mentor and also the hotel's concierge. I just finished my shift. If my apprentice has done anything wrong, I apologize on his behalf."

The man spoke Mandarin, but his accent clearly showed a Beijing accent.

His real name is Wang Rui, and his nickname is Wang Niulang.

Yang Muye glanced at Wang Rui twice: "I've never seen you before."

"Oh, that's right. I was just transferred here today from another five-star hotel. I've been working there for almost ten years."

Wang Rui explained.

"No wonder."

Yang Muyi nodded and then explained, "It's nothing. I just noticed your apprentice looked unfamiliar, so I chatted with him for a bit. Now I'm leaving."

Seeing that Zhang Guangzheng was still stunned, Wang Rui took the initiative to step forward and help Yang Muye push open the glass revolving door.

After watching Yang Muye enter the door, Wang Rui withdrew his gaze and immediately began to reprimand Zhang Guangzheng.

"Can't you be a little more observant? The guests are already at the door, and you're still standing there like a telephone pole."

"Sir, that guest just said he's staying in room 8007. I heard from the front desk that they've already paid for that suite for a year, but he looks younger than me—"

Wang Rui glanced back.

That's really strange.

Having worked as a doorman at the hotel for so many years, this was the first time he had ever seen someone so young choose to stay in a hotel executive suite for an extended period.

Rich young masters and noblemen all live in big villas.

Only senior executives of foreign companies would stay in a hotel for one or two years at a time.

The problem is that even foreign company executives can't be that young.

Seeing Zhang Guangzheng also turn around to look, Wang Rui scolded him impatiently, "Stop looking. Today is your first night shift. Be alert and don't mess up."

in the lobby.

Yang Muye and Xiaohe parted ways at the elevator entrance and each took an elevator upstairs.

Just as I entered the room, Yang Tao called.

"Where are you?"

"Just got back to my room."

"That explains why I didn't get a response when I sent you messages on QQ."

"What's up?"

"Can't I chat with you if there's nothing wrong?"

Yang Tao regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. She had already asked Yang Muye for something, and saying it made it seem like she was deliberately trying to cause trouble for him.

Before Yang Muye could answer, Yang Tao spoke up first: "It really is something, it's about the song you wrote."

"Your sister isn't satisfied?"

“How could that be? She cried when she heard it, and said that if this song were sung at her wedding, she doesn’t know how much she would cry.”

"So you're still not satisfied?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied, is that alright now?"

"So you just called to thank me? That's not enough; you need to show some sincerity."

"You wish! I'm not going to joke with you anymore. Let's get down to business. I sent your song to my sister's wedding planner, and she loved it. She then recommended the song to her boss."

"and then?"

"Her boss fell in love with the song as soon as he heard it and insisted on meeting you to discuss a business deal. I reckon he wants to buy the song from you."

"You agreed?"

“How could that be? I told you that writing songs is just a hobby, you don’t need the money, and you definitely won’t sell them.”

Yang Muye's eyes flickered slightly.

"And yet they still insisted on seeing me?"

"Yes, the boss means that even if he doesn't buy the song, he still wants to meet the songwriter, just to make friends."

"Alright, please tell them to meet at the lobby bar of the Fairfield Hotel at 1 p.m. the day after tomorrow."

Yang Muyi and Sister Ling had arranged to meet at 2 p.m., which was an hour long, enough time to finish their business.

"Can't you do it tomorrow?"

"I have classes all day tomorrow."

"Okay, then I'll tell them we'll meet the day after tomorrow."

Yang Tao was very glad that she hadn't revealed Yang Muye's student status to the other party, otherwise the other party would have been absolutely shocked.

Who would believe that a young man who is not even of legal marriage age could write such a deeply affectionate and moving love song?

Yang Tao herself found it quite unbelievable.

Of course, it was truly romantic.

At noon the next day.

Yang Muye walked back to the hotel from the school and encountered Zhang Guangzheng and Wang Niulang on duty at the entrance.

"Mr. Yang, you're back."

Zhang Guangzheng took the initiative to greet Yang Muye, and Wang Niulang, standing beside him, also smiled and greeted him.

Yang Muye nodded to the two men and went into the hotel.

Zhang Guangzheng glanced back and whispered to Wang Niulang, "Master, I heard that this Mr. Yang and Manager Yang are good friends. The executive suite was obtained using Manager Yang's internal discount quota."

Wang Niulang kept his eyes fixed on the hotel entrance and replied calmly, "Wow, you've only been here two days and you've already found out so much about the boss's gossip."

Zhang Guangzheng straightened his back, looking smug: "Of course, you don't even know whose apprentice I am."

Wang Niulang stood aside with a look of disgust: "Don't you dare ruin my reputation."

Zhang Guangzheng chuckled: "Master, you're already known as Wang Niulang, do you need me to ruin your reputation?"

Wang Niulang turned his head, looking displeased, and said, "Hey, you dare to make fun of me? I'm the Cowherd of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. If I were really doing that kind of thing, would I need to stand at the gate with you?"

Just as Zhang Guangzheng was about to explain that he was just joking, a Mercedes-Benz E230 drove up.

The two immediately stopped joking, and as soon as the car came to a stop, Zhang Guangzheng went up to help the passengers in the back seat open the door.

As a result, the driver's and passenger's doors opened at the same time, and two people got out.

The driver was a young man with effeminate features, wearing black-rimmed glasses.

A girl with long hair and bangs got out of the passenger seat.

Both of them waved to Zhang Guangzheng, indicating that they didn't need to come over to open the car door, but then they insisted on opening the door for the passengers in the back seat.

The two grabbed the car door handles at the same time, neither willing to give way.

"Wang Xiaojian, I was here first!"

"Huang Xiaoxian, I'm the driver!"

Just as they were at an impasse, the car door opened by itself.

(End of this chapter)