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Chapter 109 The War of the Gods Begins

12 month 15 day.

Fans across the internet are still repeatedly playing Xiang Nan's "Lotus." A music video, produced to almost the standard of a modern film, has surprisingly given rise to a new profession: music connoisseur.

They have fans both domestically and internationally, and they gain recognition and donations through their product review videos on YouTube and Sina.com.

To put it bluntly, it's just a praise session.

They wished they could slice up Xiang Nan's music video and study it, and also slice him up himself along with it.

Xiang Nan's sudden outburst caused a huge uproar, which made some people restless.

At 8:00 AM on the 16th, at 34 Flushing, a detached villa.

A gentle morning breeze drifted in through the window, lightly caressing Yifei's face. She shrank back and tugged at the blanket covering her.

She paused, sniffed, and still felt a chill, so she simply pulled up the covers and covered her head.

"Click"

The door opened, and Liu's mother walked in with her eyebrows furrowed.

Yifei also has a role in "John Wick," playing Xiang Nan's deceased wife.

Today is a day off, but tomorrow is Sisi's turn to film, yet this girl is still sleeping in.

Liu's mother sighed helplessly.

Waking her daughter up and tugging and pulling at her in bed has become her daily routine.

I'd be a little unaccustomed to it if this girl got married.

"Get up, you lazybones."

"Ugh—how can you talk about your daughter like that?"

Yifei's voice was indignant, and her quick reply revealed that she had been awake for a long time.

This is simply staying in bed too long.

"Should I count to three, two, one?"

Liu's mother took two steps to her daughter's bedside and gave her final message.

"Ugh————"

Yifei remained motionless under the covers, her voice muffled by the blanket.

"Don't tell me 123, 321!"

"Crunch—" Liu's mother seemed to hear the sound of her back teeth grinding together.

She wrinkled her nose, bent down, grabbed the blanket, and ripped it off.

"brush!"

"Ugh—it's so cold!"

There was a small, curled-up animal on the bed.

Her long, fair legs, when blown by the cool breeze, raised goosebumps.

The sturdy and perky back hem curved upwards, making Liu's mother want to slap it twice!

Hmph! That Xiang Nan got off easy!

It looks so perky from behind!

"Snap!"

"Ugh! This is so annoying!"

Yifei rolled over, kicking her little feet several times in the air, tossing and turning on the bed like a carp coming ashore.

She kept her eyes closed, paused, and then pulled the pillow over her head.

"You can't pay me back, huh?"

"Ugh~~~"

Liu's mother crossed her arms, turned her head to look out the window, and her breathing gradually became heavy.

"Then, I'll call Xiao Nan up!"

"Why are you calling him?" Yifei stopped kicking. "Are you willing to let your daughter be exposed in front of outsiders?"

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"Isn't he an outsider? Isn't he your young husband?"

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Yifei fell silent, then seemed to have thought of something and muttered softly, "He's not young."

"What?"

Liu's mother didn't hear clearly, but she also lost patience.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't get up, I'll take a picture and post it online so netizens can see what you really look like."

"brush"

Yifei rolled over and got up.

Her little face flushed red, and she glared at her elderly mother through gritted teeth.

"I'm not going to be friends with you anymore, you're the best in the world!"

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Liu's mother shook her head, mimicking her mannerisms: "I, I'm not going to be friends with you anymore~ Are you still a child?"

"Hate!!!"

Yifei lightly shook the blanket, then her eyes darted around before she suddenly lunged forward.

"Ah—what are you doing, you naughty girl?"

"Hehe—Mommy, you smell so good, you've grown so much!"

"Knock knock knock————"

Downstairs on the sofa, Xiang Nan looked up from the ceiling and shook his head helplessly. "Here we go again. You guys have to do this for half an hour every day. You guys are something else."

He stopped paying attention to the two of them.

A rare moment of rest, a glass of Da Hong Pao tea, a copy of The New York Times—this is the start of a leisurely time.

"Beep beep beep————"

But someone will always come along to break this peaceful state.

"Hey? Brother Chuan, what's up?"

Meanwhile, in a villa not far away, Chen Yaochuan's finger hovered over the mouse, about to speak.

"Ugh, Sisi, stop it! I'm going to get angry if you keep this up!"

"Aaaaaah—Mom, how come you're just as bad as Xiang Nan?"

Chen Yaochuan: ————

The villa he rented with Xiang Nan was only two hundred meters away, but even so, he still chose to make a phone call.

This is the reason.

"Why don't you talk outside?"

Xiang Nan, sitting opposite, pursed his lips, then brought out the Da Hong Pao tea and went to the lawn outside the villa.

"Speak."

"Um.

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"First, let's look at the chart performance of the three songs released so far. 'Loser' is still very stable, currently at number three on the Oricon chart in Japan. Of course, 'Idol' is even more stable, holding a commanding lead at number one. 'Lotus' has already climbed to number one on the China Music Chart and is number two on the Hong Kong and Taiwan Chart, just a little behind Jay Chou. Finally, there's 'Natural,' which hasn't entered the Billboard chart yet, but it's widely distributed on MiracleCard, just limited by distribution channels."

After speaking, Chen Yaochuan remained silent for a while, waiting for Xiang Nan's reaction.

Xiang Nan took a sip of tea and simply said, "Yes, I understand."

Okay! I knew he'd have this attitude.

Chen Yaochuan on the other end of the conversation was also at a loss; Xiang Nan's personality had always been so lukewarm.

"The second thing is that people in China started to mobilize, and some even released albums ahead of schedule."

Xiang Nan frowned: "Who is it?"

"Wang Banbi"

Huh? What, is he involved too?

Xiang Nan narrowed his eyes, his voice gradually rising a few decibels: "He's trying to freeload?"

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"Wow, you guessed it right away, he just wanted to freeload!"

When Xiang Nan released his album teaser in August or September, Wang Banbi immediately followed suit with his own album teaser, released right on the same day.

Wang Banbi has absolutely no connection with the Hong Kong and Taiwan music scene; his base is entirely in mainland China.

They tried to guess his intention over and over again, but they still couldn't figure it out.

Now, seeing Wang Lao Er's actions (because Wang Lao Er's announcement of a face-to-face confrontation with Xiang Nan had attracted a lot of attention), he couldn't help but speak up as well.

"Hehehe————" Xiang Nan laughed, a very happy laugh.

That guy has always been shameless, and he likes to do things like marketing.

Xiang Nan may not have cared about the music scene before, but that doesn't mean he has no status in it!

You should know that with his first album, he had already become a king in both Taiwan and mainland China!

"I happen to have more than twenty rock songs in my collection. I don't need to produce them. I can just release them online and anyone can buy them, except for Wang Banbi."

"what?"

Chen Yaochuan on the other side was numb.

Is this the capriciousness of a talented person?

If I don't like you, I'll just throw dozens of songs from your track at you and ruin them.

"Oh, right, there's something else."

Chen Yaochuan turned to the next page on the computer. It was an invitation letter written entirely in English, with two logos at the top: one for Warner and one for DC.

"It seems a director at Warner Bros. sent you an audition invitation?"

"Um?

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