Huayu: Starting with living with a girl from Taiwan

Chapter 111 "Uncle Wild Goose, your men have surrounded me"

Lin Mo put down his water bottle and looked at the group of people who clearly had ill intentions.

Xiao Jingteng stood up nervously and subconsciously leaned closer to him.

The bald man stopped in front of Lin Mo, looking down at him arrogantly: "Lin Mo, right? Someone told me to give you..."

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The bald man reached out, trying to poke Lin Mo's shoulder with his finger.

Just then, a low, angry growl came from the side: "What are you doing!"

The bald man was startled by the sudden shout, his finger hovering in mid-air. He turned around impatiently, muttering, "Damn it! Who's the blind fool..."

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The cursing and swearing stopped abruptly.

Just then, Chen Chuhe walked over from the direction of the restroom, his face clearly showing displeasure.

The bald man felt that the young man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember him for a moment. He searched his memory for the face.

Just then, a sharp-eyed henchman behind the bald man turned pale and stammered, "Boss—it's—it's Young Master Chen—"

"Young Master Chen?"

His bald head buzzed, and he instantly remembered where he had seen that face before.

I saw him once from afar at a dinner party hosted by a big shot two weeks ago. He was surrounded by people who treated him with respect, and even the big brother he was working with could only go up and offer him a toast.

He is Chen Chu-ho, the true heir of the Bamboo Union!

The bald man broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and even the scars on his face looked pale.

His previous arrogance vanished instantly. He quickly withdrew his hand, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, and his back unconsciously bent slightly: "Young Master Chen! It's you! Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I didn't know you were here—"

Chen Chuhe ignored his flattery, walked to Lin Mo's side, glanced at the calm Lin Mo and the somewhat nervous Xiao Jingteng, then his gaze returned to the bald man's face: "What's the matter? Are you causing trouble for my friend?"

"friend?"

The bald man was inwardly groaning and wished he could slap himself twice.

Little did he know that Lin Mo was Chen Chuhe's friend!

The employer didn't mention this at all in the information they provided!

Under Chen Chuhe's calm yet extremely oppressive gaze, the bald man dared not hide anything and blurted out the truth: "Young Master Chen, it's...it's like this—we were also entrusted by someone, it's just that—"

The others listened to the bald man's explanation and understood the whole story.

Some people couldn't stand Lin Mo's rising popularity and asked them to help teach Lin Mo a lesson so that he wouldn't be able to participate in tomorrow's recording.

Lin Mo had a sense of absurdity, like the line from "Black & White" where "Uncle Wild Goose, your men have surrounded me."

It turns out that Taiwan has more than just Hey Girls; there's also...

These things may seem absurd, but they really happen.

That's what business warfare is all about, in its simple and straightforward way.

There's no need for so many schemes and backstabbing; it's better to secretly pour boiling water into your money tree.

In the entertainment industry, it would probably be like putting drugs in your water or splashing sulfuric acid on your face.

Lin Mo has offended someone and has been warned.

It's obvious who it is without even thinking.

After listening, Chen Chuhe remained expressionless and said to the bald man, "Lin Mo is my teacher, Chen Chuhe. In Taiwan, if anyone dares to use these underhanded methods to cause trouble again..."

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"That means you're going against me, understand?"

"Understood! Understood! Absolutely understood!" The bald man nodded vigorously, his back soaked with cold sweat. "Don't worry, Young Master Chen! We wouldn't dare do it again even if we had a hundred lives! We're leaving now! We're getting out of here!"

After saying that, he didn't dare to stay a second longer. He led his men away from the stadium like stray dogs, fleeing in a hurry, much faster than when they came.

Chen Chuhe shook his head and looked at Lin Mo: "This is also one of the reasons why I don't want to enter the entertainment industry."

Lin Mo understood what he meant.

Let alone Taiwan, even some entertainment companies on the mainland have some involvement in this industry these days.

Chen Chuhe's tone was slightly worried: "But if you want to become a singer and fall out with the record company, that's not a good thing, is it? After all, they control the distribution and promotion channels."

Xiao Jingteng, who was standing next to him, was also a little worried.

"There are more than just HIM International Music as a record company, and the industry is already declining."

Chen Chuhe nodded first, then shook his head: "How so? The record industry seems to be doing quite well these past few years."

Lin Mo looked at Chen Chuhe: "You studied computer science, so you should know a lot about the Internet."

MP3 and MP4 players are everywhere now. If you release an original CD, a pirated copy will appear the very next day. And even faster than piracy is online audio.

The market for record companies has long been diluted.

Chen Chuhe listened to Lin Mo's words thoughtfully.

He came from a wealthy family and had access to a wider range of information. Based on his own observations, he indeed felt that what Lin Mo said made a lot of sense.

The golden age of traditional records has probably truly passed.

Lin Mo continued, "And this is just the beginning. With the development of the Internet and the arrival of the digital age, the market space for physical record consumption will shrink even further. Most people will be more accustomed to listening to music online, or... paying for singles and memberships."

Hsiao Ching-teng was a little confused and couldn't help but interject, "Ah Mo, according to you, aren't record companies all going to go bankrupt?"

So what's the difference between him becoming a singer now and him becoming the ruler in the ninth year of his reign?

"Not all of them will go bankrupt."

Lin Mo explained, "But the survival mode will definitely undergo a huge change."

I believe that future record companies, or more precisely, music companies, will gradually shift from the traditional "signing-production-distribution" model to one that focuses more on service empowerment and copyright management.

Xiao Jingteng was a little confused, but Chen Chuhe immediately understood: "Isn't this similar to the current talent agencies?"

"That's right."

Lin Mo gave Chen Chuhe an approving look. As expected of a top student, he understood immediately. "So, in essence, the core of the music industry will gradually shift from 'records' to 'artists' and the copyright of the works themselves."

Whether or not you fall out with a traditional company that's still stuck in the era of selling records, in the long run, it doesn't really matter.

The important thing is whether you have the ability to consistently produce good work, and whether you have a professional team that can help you manage these works and yourself effectively.

After listening, Chen Chuhe slowly nodded.

He looked at Lin Mo, his eyes filled with admiration now in addition to the previous appreciation.

Lin Mo was surprisingly calm when faced with the sudden threat, and now he has a unique perspective and profound insights when talking about industry trends.

This composure and foresight far beyond his years made Chen Chuhe feel that making friends with Lin Mo, and even recognizing him as a "teacher," was a very interesting and valuable thing.

"I understand," Chen Chuhe said with a smile. "It seems you've already thought it through."

Okay, then I won't worry about it anymore.

And I can guarantee that they will never use such underhanded tactics to harass you again.

On the other side, the bald man and his group escaped far from the stadium before daring to stop and catch their breath.

The bald man wiped away a cold sweat, quickly took out his phone, his hand still trembling, and dialed Mr. Wu's number.

"Feed? Mr. Wu?"

"How did it go? Is everything settled?" Mr. Wu's voice on the other end of the phone was filled with anticipation.

"I messed it up—" the bald man cried with a mournful face.

"What?! What are you seven or eight people doing?" Mr. Wu's voice suddenly rose, filled with anger.

"It's not that we're useless, Mr. Wu!" the bald man hurriedly explained, "It's that Lin Mo—he's with Chen Chuhe! The young master of the Bamboo Union! Young Master Chen himself said Lin Mo is his friend, and even said that anyone who touches Lin Mo is going against him! How could we dare!"

There was an instant, deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

Several seconds passed before Mr. Wu's voice finally came through: "Chen Chuhe? When did Lin Mo become so close to Chen Chuhe?!"

"I...I don't know either, Mr. Wu! Anyway, Young Master Chen was right there, and his attitude was clearly protecting Lin Mo—Mr. Wu, we really can't do this, and we don't want the money anymore. Please find someone else!"

The bald man is genuinely scared now and just wants to distance himself from the situation as soon as possible.

"----knew."

Mr. Wu's voice became hoarse. He didn't say anything more and hung up the phone directly, his face turning pale and then red.

He originally just wanted to use some "unconventional" methods to give Lin Mo a warning, to make him less successful, and hopefully to affect his performance in tomorrow's competition, so that it would be easier for the other people they were promoting to rise to the top.

But he never expected that Lin Mo was not only talented, but also had such strong connections!

Even someone with Chen Chuhe's background publicly supported him!

Just as Mr. Wu was feeling agitated, another phone on the table rang urgently.

The caller ID showed "Wang Weizhong".

His heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over him, but he answered the call anyway.

Before he could even speak, Wang Weizhong's suppressed rage and furious questioning came from the other end of the phone: "Wu Laoba! What the hell are you doing?!"

Wang Weizhong's voice trembled with anger as he cursed, clearly indicating that he was extremely furious.

Lin Mo just called him and told him about the situation here, and he was furious.

This is his show's ratings trump card!

Moreover, there are only three episodes left in the show, and they will definitely be the three episodes with the highest ratings!

If Lin Mo is gone, will his show still be able to continue?

Therefore, Wang Weizhong was genuinely angry and directly attacked General Manager Wu.

Mr. Wu was momentarily speechless, then tried to explain: "Weizhong, let me explain, there might be some misunderstanding here, I just—"

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"You've misunderstood your mother, neighbor!"

Wang Weizhong interrupted him abruptly, his voice rising abruptly, "What era is this? It's 2007! You're still playing these low-down gangster tricks? Do you think this is a gangster movie?! Who is Lin Mo? He's the ratings ace of my 'Super Star Avenue'! He's backed by Boss Ge! You want to mess with him?"

Wang Weizhong's anger continued to erupt: "And Lin Mo came from the inner circle! Do you know what kind of background he has in the inner circle? How dare you use such methods?"

If I accidentally cause you some serious trouble, who will take the blame?!

There are only three episodes left in the show! The ratings have broken 7, and it's on track to become the top show of the year!

"If you get rid of my star player now, how am I supposed to continue this show? Huh?!"

"Weizhong, calm down—" Mr. Wu tried to reassure him, but his voice was clearly lacking in confidence.

"I can't calm down!"

Wang Weizhong roared, "I'm telling you, Wu Laoba! Lin Mo is no longer just my player! I will tell Boss Ge everything about this!"

You should think about it carefully!

Wang Weizhong's words hit Wu Laoba like a heavy hammer, leaving him dizzy and drenched in cold sweat.

He originally just wanted to teach a disobedient newcomer a lesson, but how did it turn into something as stupid as offending Ge Fuhong and the Bamboo Union?

"I—I'm also considering the long-term interests of the program and the company—"

Wu Laoba was still trying to defend himself.

"Long-term interests?" Wang Weizhong sneered. "Using such methods to eliminate dissidents and suppress talent, what long-term interests do you think this is? This is self-destruction! I've said my piece, you'd better watch yourself!"

After saying that, Wang Weizhong didn't give General Manager Wu a chance to speak again and slammed the phone down with a loud "bang".

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Wu Laoba took the receiver away and stood frozen in the well, his face ashen.

Although Lin Mo has established a charity workshop, he is still a newcomer.

How could Ge Fuhong see Lin Mo in such a profound way?

Why did a trick that had always worked before fail with Lin Mo?

Oh no, I might have kicked an alloy steel plate.