Brush Up Your Proficiency

After bidding farewell to Peter, who kept his head down with a look of embarrassment, Wang Hao and the two women drove back to the hotel. The two women were happy for Peter and chatted and laughed all the way. Wang Hao also smiled along.

Peter is a cautionary tale. It seems that in the future, when choosing an English name, one must consider it from various perspectives before making a decision, otherwise, there may be ambiguity in the pronunciation.

The group returned to the hotel. Wang Hao went to the back kitchen to help with the food preparation, while Li Nan went to the office to rest and allow her heart, which hadn't fully recovered, to calm down.

Cheng Yufei, holding the USB drive, went straight to the computer connected to the equipment and put the weakened version of the twelve erhu pieces into the broadcasting equipment for scheduled playback.

This weakened version of the erhu music was specially requested by Cheng Yufei from the recording studio. Originally, they didn't have this idea or plan before going to record.

However, after hearing Wang Hao's original performance, Cheng Yufei's mind suddenly started racing. Her clever intellect instantly took over, leading her to realize that Wang Hao's original erhu pieces might not be suitable for playing in the hotel.

It wasn't that the music was inappropriate or unpleasant to listen to, but precisely because it was too pleasant. The result of this was that if it were played in the hotel, the guests would be as immersed in the world of music as they had been just now.

The pace of eating would naturally slow down, and some might even linger and not leave. The resulting outcome would be a multiple increase in complaints, a decrease in customer satisfaction for those waiting in line, and ultimately a significant impact on the hotel's table turnover rate, leading to a cliff-like drop in the hotel's revenue. This was something Cheng Yufei didn't want to see.

Based on this, the original erhu music was more harmful than beneficial to the hotel, so she had to choose a compromise: weakening the music and maximizing profits through controlled moderation.

When Peter learned that Cheng Yufei actually had such a request, he looked at her with a strange expression. Peter felt that today was truly a day that impacted his career.

First, there was Senior Wang Hao, who played the part of a pig to eat the tiger, shocking him with his superb skills. Then there was Cheng Yufei's unconventional request. Over the years, his clients had always complained that the recorded sound source wasn't perfect enough and demanded continuous improvement.

But this beauty was different. She actually asked him to weaken the sound source. This was the first time he had encountered this. Looking at Wang Hao and Cheng Yufei, Peter sincerely felt that the two of them had greatly enriched the diversity of his career.

It must be said that in this regard, Peter felt that Wang Hao and Cheng Yufei were quite a match.

After the sound equipment in the hotel was debugged, since the hotel had not yet started operating, Cheng Yufei only clicked the test broadcast button, wanting to hear how the weakened music would sound through the hotel's speakers.

When she quickly returned to the front hall to listen, she found that the employees who were working were all looking up at the direction of the broadcast, while their hands didn't stop moving. All of them had curious expressions on their faces.

Their spirits, which had been somewhat sluggish due to insufficient rest from working long shifts for two consecutive days, had improved a bit. The erhu music seemed to have a subtle restorative power, nourishing everyone little by little. The employees were quietly praising the beauty of the music, without being completely immersed in it.

Cheng Yufei nodded in satisfaction at this phenomenon, then stopped and listened quietly. In her feeling, although Wang Hao's erhu music had been weakened, the core part of it had been weakened a lot.

But it still gave people a refreshing feeling. Compared to the chaotic music on the market, these erhu pieces were definitely a rare breath of fresh air.

After reaching this conclusion, Cheng Yufei no longer focused on listening to the weakened erhu music, after all, she had heard Wang Hao's live performance.

Comparing the two, she had a commanding view of the music, which led to a certain immunity to the weakened sound. After all, it's difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Cheng Yufei observed the performance of the others, and was very satisfied with her choice. Whether it was the suggestion to change the music yesterday or the decision to play the weakened sound source today, she felt that her choice was too wise.

"Could I really be a genius in hotel management?" Cheng Yufei thought smugly.

"Boss, is this the music played by the Third Boss? It's so good! And how did you make it so quickly?" Chang Lei, who was directing the staff to adjust the details of their work in the hotel, was also stunned when he heard the music suddenly starting before the hotel opened and looked towards the source of the sound.

But very quickly, he thought of the matter of Little Cheng always asking Wang Hao in front of him yesterday to record background music for the hotel today.

At first, he didn't take this matter to heart. After all, the issue of background music copyright was not a big deal to him. At most, he would pay some money and then use the background music from Old Cheng's group.

This was a detail he hadn't considered beforehand. After all, he had previously managed star-rated hotels. Even if there were copyright issues, the copyright holders would mostly not pursue them. The size of the hotel was there, and if they pursued it, the result might be counterproductive.

Although he already knew yesterday that the young bosses were going to change the hotel's background music to erhu music played by Wang Hao, he didn't expect it to be implemented today.

What kind of efficiency is this? Are young people so efficient these days? And the music is so excellent, which made him start to wonder if this erhu music was really played by Wang Hao.

Having frequented high-end places for so many years, Chang Lei believed that he had a certain level of appreciation for music. After listening to this piece, he clearly felt the difference. This piece was like a real swan, while the other pieces were just ducks trying to stretch their necks and pretend to be swans.

After the piece was over, Chang Lei saw Cheng Yufei walking over and quickly went up to her. He didn't hide anything and directly expressed his doubts.

When Cheng Yufei saw Chang Lei's surprised expression, she nodded triumphantly, and then described the ins and outs of the matter in an exaggerated manner.

Watching Cheng Yufei gesticulate and express her feelings when she heard the music, Chang Lei was stunned. Based on his experience and understanding of Cheng Yufei, he selectively retained and deleted those slightly exaggerated descriptions, but the final result still surprised him.

"Just now, what I heard was actually a weakened version. What would the original version be like?" Chang Lei couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Wang Hao not only displayed amazing skills in cooking, leading various forces to try to recruit him, but even the somewhat exclusive Su family has already made a move. Other forces are constantly seeking breakthroughs, hoping to take him for themselves.

And now, his accomplishments in music are also so outstanding, almost making my jaw drop. How does he do it?

Is there really such a genius in the world? It's already difficult for others to master one skill, and the time and effort involved are beyond what ordinary people can do. But even so, their cooking skills can't possibly reach his current level.

Yet, he's doing great, directly becoming an all-rounder in two fields. His skill in the erhu is already on par with his cooking. This is just what I know. In areas I don't know, does Wang Hao perhaps hide even more amazing talents?"

After his surprise, Chang Lei was filled with doubts, and his gaze couldn't help but turn towards the kitchen. Wang Hao was there right now, but as a rational person, he found it hard to believe the reality he had deduced.

Cheng Yufei didn't care about Chang Lei's complex inner thoughts. After expressing her admiration for Wang Hao's erhu skills, she handed the USB drive to Chang Lei and said:

"Here are two versions of the audio source. Find a professional in this field to register the copyright for these twelve songs, to avoid similar troubles in the future. Also, give Ma Yang a weakened version for use in the promotional video. The effect should be very good."

Cheng Yufei looked confident and instructed Chang Lei.

After Cheng Yufei told her parents about her grievances last night, Cheng's father, to comfort his daughter, couldn't help but tell her that Chang Lei was a capable member of the group, and that she could completely entrust similar matters to Chang Lei in the future.

Upon learning that her parents were silently caring for her in this way, Cheng Yufei felt no anger at being deceived, but rather a warm feeling in her heart.

After all, Cheng Yufei had also experienced the trials of society. She clearly knew that lies were not always negative. Just like society, it's not always black and white. Sometimes, a well-intentioned lie is more touching than a blunt statement of truth.

Previously, regarding Chang Lei, an outsider, although her father said she could completely trust him, Cheng Yufei still hadn't fully let go, always holding back a little.

"Mr. Landlord? Why did he suddenly think of calling me? Is there any unresolved issue from the previous house?" Wang Hao looked at the caller ID on his phone, which showed the call was from his outgoing landlord, and a wave of doubt arose in his heart.

Walking out of the kitchen to find a quiet place, Wang Hao answered the phone and asked, "Mr. Landlord, what's the matter?"

"Is that you, kid? I was wondering why I felt a sense of familiarity when I made this call just now!" The landlord's slightly rough voice came from the phone's receiver, filled with surprise.

The landlord's somewhat nonsensical words on the phone left Wang Hao a little stunned, and the doubts in his heart grew even stronger: What is the landlord talking about? Why can't I understand?

Before Wang Hao could voice his doubts, the excited landlord, as if realizing that his way of expressing himself was problematic, quickly explained:

"Wang Hao, right? It's like this, I am Tang Yan's father, Tang Guoliang. Although we were tenant and landlord before, we never introduced ourselves to each other. Thinking about it now, it was quite normal at the time, but now it's a little funny.

I really can't believe that your sister and my daughter Yan Yan are actually good college besties. What a coincidence! It's truly unbelievable."

Then, Tang Yan's father, Tang Guoliang, explained the situation, his words filled with amazement at the coincidence.

Tang Guoliang also realized the key moment when Wang Hao called out "Mr. Landlord" the moment he answered the phone.

It turned out that the phone number his daughter had asked for after he made a big decision belonged to his former tenant. This kind of seemingly fate-arranged event happening at his age was something he never expected.

After all, after tasting the dishes made by Wang Hao yesterday, even he, who was stubborn in front of his daughter, felt that Wang Hao's cooking skills were so exquisite that he couldn't help but admire them.

And now, what's even harder to imagine is that the person with these cooking skills was actually the tenant who rented his old, dilapidated house for three years.

This made him wonder if the feng shui in the old house was conducive to cultivating excellent chefs, after all, he also came out of that old house.

"So that's how it is! Then I should call you Uncle Tang. I really didn't expect such a coincidence." After hearing the landlord Tang Guoliang's words, Wang Hao couldn't help but exclaim, repeatedly calling him Uncle Tang.

He didn't expect that the bestie his sister often mentioned, who took good care of her during college, was actually the landlord's daughter. This was indeed quite magical. Wang Lan would definitely jump up in surprise when she found out.

Tang Guoliang gladly accepted Wang Hao's address. He wouldn't mention the fact that he wanted to call Wang Hao "Big Brother" yesterday.

After the two marveled at the wonders of the world, before Wang Hao could thank Tang Guoliang and his daughter for their help and care for him and his sister, and ask if there was anything he could do to help, Tang Guoliang's tone suddenly became formal and said:

"Wang Hao, let me formally introduce myself. I am a permanent director of the National Culinary Association. I'm looking for you because I tasted the dishes you made yesterday. To be honest, they were really amazing. The National Culinary Competition will be held in a month, and I happen to have a spot here. I would like to invite you to participate!" Tang Guoliang said with a firm expression.