Reborn in 1970, I thrived in Hong Kong.

A short while later, Teresa Teng, Chen Yulian, and Guan Jiahui also arrived.

Chen Yulian still went straight into the kitchen to help Ye San Niang set out the dishes and breakfast.

When Teresa Teng saw that Brigitte Lin had arrived earlier than them, her big eyes scanned Brigitte Lin and Li Huai-ren like radar.

Everyone sat together eating breakfast. As they were finishing, Brigitte Lin looked up at Teresa Teng sitting opposite her, smiled slightly, and turned to her sister, Lin Lixia, saying:

"Lixia, you can ride with Sister Jun to school today. I already asked the school for leave yesterday. I have to rush to the TV station for dubbing later. Li Huai-ren will drive me there."

Her words stunned everyone present, except for Li Huai-ren.

Chen Yulian glanced at Teresa Teng, then at Brigitte Lin, then at Li Huai-ren, before quickly burying her head in her congee with preserved egg and lean pork.

Guan Jiahui swallowed the fried dough stick she was chewing, smacked her lips, and looked on with excited gossip in her eyes.

Lin Lixia looked at her eldest sister, then at Deng Lijun, nodded, and obediently replied with an "Mm".

Teresa Teng glanced at Brigitte Lin, then at Li Huai-ren, then at the others, and suddenly smiled, saying:

"Alright, let's get down to business. Everyone, please take my car to school today."

Upon hearing this, Li Huai-ren immediately praised Teresa Teng in his heart:

"After all, she's a bit older and has seen the world in Europe and America. She's poised and has the demeanor of an older sister..."

Before Teresa Teng could finish speaking, she continued:

"By the way, the company has decided to let me release another album before Christmas."

Starting next week, you'll all be riding in my car to and from school. Li Huai-ren is the lyricist and composer for all the songs on this new album, and he'll come with me to Phoenix Records every day.

Lin Qingxia was taken aback, then her face darkened, and she turned to look at Li Huai-ren.

Li Huai-ren lowered his head, quickly stuffed a small piece of fried dough stick into his mouth, grabbed a tissue from the tissue box, wiped his hands, stood up, turned and walked away, saying to Lin Qingxia without turning back as he went:

"Um, um, Qingxia, I left my textbooks in my room and forgot to take them. I'll go upstairs to get them."

It's getting late. Come to the parking lot after you finish breakfast; we need to leave early.

Seeing him flee in disarray, the women exchanged glances, looking at each other in bewilderment.

With the main characters gone, the play naturally can't continue.

In this round, neither Brigitte Lin nor Teresa Teng could knock the other out completely, resulting in a back-and-forth battle, although Teresa Teng's advantage of coming from behind seemed to be more obvious.

On the way to Phoenix TV, Lin Qingxia, who was sulking and didn't sit in the passenger seat but instead sat in the back, kept staring at the back of Li Huai-ren's head without saying a word, which made Li Huai-ren feel very uneasy.

As they were about to arrive at Phoenix TV, Brigitte Lin suddenly asked:

"What was your relationship with Teresa Teng when you put your arm around my shoulder on the road in front of Jinling Girls' High School?"

Li Huai-ren was taken aback, then realized what he meant and immediately said:

"The relationship between songwriters and singers!"

"Are you sure?" Brigitte Lin asked with a hint of joy in her voice.

Li Huai-ren turned around and glanced at her:

"Of course, I'd be a dog if I lied to you."

"Yes, I understand." Lin Qingxia nodded and said in a cheerful tone.

After saying that, she fell silent again, returning to her previous state of quiet.

Li Huai-ren glanced at the rearview mirror in the car and saw that Lin Qingxia's face was no longer dark, and he was secretly pleased:

"Girls were much simpler and easier to coax back then."

If this were before his rebirth, and he dared to tell that tyrannical girlfriend, "I'm not kidding," wouldn't she have beaten him to a pulp? Hehe.

After escorting Brigitte Lin into the Phoenix TV recording studio, Li Huai-ren headed towards the elevator, intending to return to school for classes and then come to the TV station after school to watch the premiere of "Dream of the Red Chamber" with Brigitte Lin.

He had just reached the elevator door when it opened, and Zhao Yazhi stepped out.

Upon seeing Li Huai-ren, Zhao Ya-zhi's face immediately darkened. She gave him a stern look and then lowered her head to walk towards the recording studio.

In the instant the two passed each other, Li Huai-ren faintly heard Zhao Ya-zhi deliberately lower her voice:

"Liar, big liar, it's supposed to be a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion..."

Li Huai-ren was taken aback. He had never imagined that others would know that he had given Lin Qingxia the mansion under the guise of a signing fee. He found Zhao Ya-zhi's words somewhat inexplicable.

"A ten-thousand-foot mansion? What ten-thousand-foot mansion?"

He wanted to chase after them to find out more, but the elevator entrance was crowded and inconvenient, so he had to give up.

In the afternoon, after school, Li Huai-ren went straight to Phoenix Building to give Huang Zhan the songs from the new album that Teresa Teng had mentioned that morning.

In the general manager's office of Phoenix Records, Wong Jim took the stack of manuscripts handed to him by Li Huai-ren, glanced through them, and saw that it was still twelve English songs, each one a classic among classics. This time, he didn't argue with Li Huai-ren anymore. He handed the manuscripts to Gu Jia-hui, who was standing next to him, smiled, and said:

"Twelve more great songs. If you keep doing this, it will make it seem like Jia Hui and I are just taking money without doing any work, okay?"

"At least let Jia Hui and me write a couple of English songs, and squeeze them in, so we can become famous worldwide for a little while?"

Upon hearing this, Li Huai-ren curled his lip:

"Stop talking nonsense. How long has it been? Roman Tam has been with our record company for over a month now, hasn't he?"

"You still haven't collected all the songs for his new album, Huang Laoxie. You'd better hurry up and write some songs for Roman Tam."

Huang Zhan stretched out his right hand and rubbed his temples, sighed, and said with a wry smile:

"Do you think everyone's like you, that good songs just pop into your head? You're making things harder for me, wanting to release an album of pure Cantonese songs for Roman Tam. Are Cantonese songs that easy to write?"

Upon hearing this, Li Huai-ren glared at him:

"Didn't I give you two Cantonese songs, 'Under the Lion Rock' and 'A Man Should Be Self-reliant'? Don't be stingy, just have Roman Tam record both of these songs together."

"Honestly, besides these two songs, how many more songs is missing from Roman Tam's new album?"

Huang Yaoshi scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and said:

"Jiahui wrote four poems, I wrote three, and with the two you gave me before, we still need three more."

Li Huai-ren was taken aback, then realized that the mainstream in Hong Kong was still pure Chinese songs and English songs, while Cantonese songs were still in their infancy, especially Cantonese lyrics, which Huang Laoxie was still exploring at this time.

He shook his head, smiled, and casually picked up a stack of white paper and a pencil from the desk next to him. In one swift stroke, he "wrote" out the three songs that Roman Tam had sung in his previous life: "Little Li Flying Dagger," "A Good Song for You," and "Let Me Run Free."

He would "write" a song, and Wong Jim and Joseph Koo would watch it and hum it softly. In the end, the two of them stood next to Li Huai-ren and watched him "write" the third song, "Let Me Run Free".

After Li Huai-ren finished writing the third song, the two of them had already hummed the last song, "Let Me Run Free," in hushed tones.

After they finished singing, the two looked at each other. Wong Jim shook his head, sighed, and said:

"Damn it, we're all human, how come there's such a big difference?"

When I was writing Cantonese songs, it took me more than a month to write three, like I was constipated. But Ah Ren said he could write them, and he wrote three Cantonese songs all at once.

No wonder all the newspapers in Hong Kong, big and small, are now calling Ah Ren "Hong Kong's greatest talent".

Ah Ren, I'm impressed. I'm truly impressed.

After saying that, he turned around, picked up a fax from his desk, handed it to Li Huai-ren, and said with a smile:

"Let's not talk about that anymore. Warner Music has already settled the distribution fees for Ah-Jun's album up to last Monday."

"Dividing the spoils, no, I mean dividing the profits, dividing the profits. What I mean is, we should take half out first and split it among the three of us. That way, we'll be more motivated to put our full effort into our work, hehehehe."