I'm unbeatable at extracting skills from celebrities!

"Thanks!"

Feeling the warmth of Jiangnan, the tall and slender Wang Fei smiled and turned to walk towards the alley entrance.

If you want to hail a taxi, you have to go to Xinjiekou South Street; you can't get one in the alleys.

"You're welcome!"

Jiangnan smiled and walked side by side with the beautiful woman.

"Fei-jie, why did you help me get a passport?"

Seeing Wang Fei's coat reminded Jiang Nan that Chen Jiantian had just gotten her passport that day and it was still in the coat pocket, so she asked him this question.

"This one..."

While struggling with her thoughts, Wang Fei, who was considering whether to directly tell Jiang Nan, "I like you, do you like me?", started talking about this and opened up.

"Currently, the status of mainland musicians in Hong Kong and Taiwan is very low. For example, if you wrote 'Sky' for me, the buyout price would be at most 3000 if mainland musicians paid you."

But if you become a Hong Kong or Taiwan musician, it's a completely different story. Not only can you get a one-time advance of HK$15000 in royalties, but you also get a cut of every album I sell.

"Fei-jie, you mean..."

Even though he hadn't done much of this in his previous life, Jiang Nan seemed to understand what Wang Fei was doing.

"Take your passport and ID card, and take some time to come with me to Hong Kong to open a bank account at a local Hong Kong bank or a British or American bank."

In this way, I can imply to Chen Xiaobao, the head of Cinepoly Records, that "Jiangnan" is actually an alias for a big name in the Taiwanese music industry, and that we must follow the song copyright licensing agreement signed by Hong Kong and Taiwanese musicians.

Before Jiangnan could react, Wang Fei laughed again.

  

"Actually, I don't need to hint at it."

When your song "Walking Nine Times on Zhongxiao East Road" starts charting, I believe Chen Xiaobao and Liang Rongjun will also think that "Jiangnan" is actually a Taiwanese musician.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so familiar with Taiwan!

Won't Cinepoly Records investigate?

Forget about bank cards; even if it were just the copyright licensing agreement for the song "Sky" that "Jiangnan" and Cinepoly Records were about to sign, it would be obvious that he's from mainland China.

But as soon as the thought crossed Jiangnan's mind, he immediately put it out of the way.

Back then, Lee Tsung-sheng, who was the music director of Rock Records, wrote songs under the pen name "Ni Hui-hong" in order to generate revenue, but the recipient of the authorization agreement was a middle-aged woman from Malaysia.

This matter was known not only to major music companies in Hong Kong and Taiwan, but even to the top executives of Rock Records. However, everyone turned a blind eye to it.

Other music companies want good music to make their artists famous. I don't care who sells the songs, as long as the songs are good.

Rock Records executives want Li Zongsheng to stay with the company. He's the company's star performer, and as long as he doesn't say he's leaving, he can take on as many private gigs as he wants.

Wang Fei used this method to seek personal gain.

Thinking about this…

Jiangnan was somewhat moved. With this method, he could earn an extra 10 or even hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars for every song he sold.

"Sister Fei..."

"Um?"

"Today, Boss Chen is hosting a banquet at Liuquanju for Ding Wu, Liu Yijun, Wang Feng, Dou Wei, Jiang Xin, and others to celebrate the completion of my album production."

How about I treat you to lamb skewers at the Old Xi'an Restaurant?

The Old Xi'an Restaurant is located on Xinjiekou South Street, directly opposite Baihua Shenchu ​​Hutong. As they were talking, the two arrived at the entrance of the restaurant.

"But I still really enjoy sitting with your classmates in Dongmianhua Hutong eating skewers!" Seeing that Jiangnan was only treating her to dinner here, Wang Fei was a little unhappy.

What's wrong?

Am I ugly or what?

Aren't you going to introduce me to your classmates again?

"You just flew back from Hong Kong today, and your agent, Chen Jiaying, didn't come with you. I'm worried you might be in danger, so I'll take you back to the coal mine art troupe compound after dinner."

As for your wish to have barbecue with my classmates, that's easy, we can do it tomorrow night, since the day after tomorrow is Sunday.

"Really?" Wang Fei blinked.

She'd been in two relationships, and only this boy had ever offered to take her home tonight.

Those other bastards, they'd love to stay out all night!

"Fake!"

Jiang Nan smiled and replied, then walked into the Old Xi'an Restaurant first. But before he could even step onto the steps, the tall and beautiful woman took two steps forward and took his arm.

……

"A family of a thousand mouths is managed by one person. From now on, you are only allowed to behave yourselves and not to make any trouble. If I say a rooster can lay eggs, you must say you saw it with your own eyes!"

"Hahaha…"

Wang Ge was sitting in the living room watching TV. The sitcom "I Love My Family" was playing. Less than five minutes into the show, the high-achieving student, who had recently returned from England, was laughing heartily.

Perhaps the sound was too loud and disturbed his mother, Xia Guiying, who was resting in the bedroom. When Wang Ge heard the door open, he immediately got up and turned down the volume on the TV.

"Hehe... Mom, I won't disturb your rest anymore!"

Wang Ge, 26 years old this year, is a good comrade. He corrects his mistakes as soon as he sees his mother's stern face, and he immediately apologizes.

"Come on, come with me!"

Xia Guiying turned off the TV and changed her shoes at the door.

"Why are you going out?" Wang Ge asked, puzzled.

Go find your sister!

Just now, your sister's agent, Chen Jiaying, called and said that she came from Hong Kong this afternoon but hasn't returned home yet. I'm a little worried about her.

"My sister's back... Doesn't she like staying in hotels? Cinepoly Records will even reimburse her." Wang Ge asked, puzzled, as he put on his coat.

"This time, Chen Jiaying didn't come; she came back on her own. I'm afraid she'll go see that guy surnamed Dou again..."

"No, no!"

Before Xia Guiying could finish speaking, Wang Ge shook his head vigorously.

"My sister said that her current boyfriend is Jiangnan, the guy we met the other day. I think when my sister goes back to Beijing, she will definitely go to the Central Academy of Drama to find him."

"Then I'm even more worried!"

Xia Guiying's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"Jiang Nan is tall and handsome, and has a scholarly air about him. He is clearly a very well-mannered child."

If your sister goes to see Jiangnan, she'll probably corrupt him in one night.

Pfft, hahaha…

Wang Ge wanted to burst out laughing.

My younger sister has such a terrible image in my mom's eyes. She doesn't come home at night, and my mom is worried that she's leading other girls astray.

But then, the door lock suddenly clicked.

After three knocks, the security door was opened, and a pretty girl stood outside.

"Mom, brother, are you two going out?"

"I'm not going out!"

Seeing her daughter, Xia Guiying replied, changed into her slippers again, and went to the bedroom.

Wang Fei watched her retreating figure, puzzled.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

How did I offend Mom again? Before, if I didn't come home, she would look for me everywhere; now, even when I come home on time, she still gives me the cold shoulder.

"Mom is still worried about you!"

Before Wang Fei could finish speaking, Wang Ge reached out and patted her shoulder, then burst into laughter.

"Little sister, Mom used to worry that you'd be corrupted by those rock-and-roll hooligans, but today she's worried that you'll lead Jiangnan astray, hahaha..."

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After dinner, they took Wang Fei home. By the time Jiang Nan took a taxi back to the Central Academy of Drama, it was already 9:30 p.m.

Even the evening self-study sessions for the performing arts department, which sometimes run overtime, had already ended by this time.

Standing at the entrance of the Central Academy of Drama, Jiang Nan even saw Zhu Yuanyuan, Li Naiwen, and Tang Xu arguing as they came out of the teaching building.

"I think Teacher Huang is targeting our group. I had already come up with a skit about nighttime, but he changed it again."

"Not necessarily. It's just that Jiangnan hasn't been here these past two days, and Teacher Huang is a bit angry, which is why he decided to put more pressure on our group."

Hearing their argument, Jiang Nan was slightly taken aback and prepared to sneak back to the dormitory under the cover of night to avoid running into Huang Dingyu, who was in charge of the class.

But some things are just so strange; the more you don't want to run into someone, the more likely you are to run into them.

Jiang Nan had just arrived at the stairwell of the dormitory building when she bumped into Huang Dingyu, who was coming downstairs.

"Oh, hello Teacher Huang!"

Huang Dingyu was, after all, a teacher, so even if Jiang Nan disliked him, he still had to greet him politely.

"Jiangnan... I was just looking for you. I went to dormitory 201 but you weren't there. I just happened to run into you."

"Teacher Huang, is there something you need?" Jiang Nan frowned; it seemed this guy had come with ill intentions.

"have!"

Huang Dingyu walked down the stairs and stood in front of Jiang Nan, demanding, "What have you been doing for the past two days?"

"I went to the set of 'In the Heat of the Sun'..."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Before he could finish speaking in the Jiangnan dialect, Huang Dingyu immediately started swearing.

"I went to Taipei 101 Middle School today and ran into Feng Xiaogang. I asked him, 'How are you doing on set?'"

But he said, "You haven't been on set for two and a half days."

Jiangnan, do you know what kind of behavior this is?

This is skipping class! It's a serious violation of school rules!

"No!"

In the early 90s, skipping class was a very serious offense in universities. At best, it would result in a warning or demerit; at worst, it could lead to expulsion.

"Teacher Huang, Director Jiang Wen told me that I don't need to stay on set for the next couple of days, and that I should find a place to practice throwing bricks."

When it's time to film the next scene, he can use a long take to complete the "I throw a brick to hit someone" shot! As he spoke, Jiang Nan took out a specially made prop from his crossbody bag: a brick.

If this thing hits someone on the head, it will hurt a bit, but it won't kill them.

Jiangnan is well prepared…

However, Huang Dingyu was better prepared.

"So, have you practiced?"

You haven't practiced!

"You've been recording your songs at Baihua Recording Studio for the past two days—no, for the past two and a half days. Don't think I don't know."

"That's right!"

Seeing that Huang Dingyu had revealed his secrets, Jiangnan readily admitted it.

"I went to Baihua Recording Studio to record a song, but I did so in order not to interfere with the work arranged by Director Jiang Wen."

Putting everything else aside, within 80 meters, I'm perfectly capable of hitting my target every time I throw a brick.

"Haha, okay!"

You're pretty stubborn, kid!

"Then let's go!"

As the two argued louder, more and more students who had just finished their evening self-study gathered, completely blocking the entrance to the dormitory building's stairwell.

Even so, Huang Dingyu, a teacher in the performing arts department, still parted from the crowd and strode towards the teaching building, talking as she walked.

"Jiangnan..."

"I'm the kind of person who can handle anyone who doesn't believe me. Since you've focused on practicing throwing bricks and can hit them 100% of the time, then as your teacher, I'll trust you one more time."

"The steps of the teaching building are less than 80 meters from the edge of the basketball court. I'm standing on those steps right now, and you're going to hit me with your prop brick."

If the film is accurate, and with so many students as witnesses, even if the teacher is causing you trouble, I will apologize to you. You were clearly on set practicing filming, and I will still wrongly accuse you.

If you miss the shot, you'll just have to wait.

After speaking, Huang Dingyu walked up the steps of the main teaching building, turned his head, and pointed to his face.

The meaning is clear: "Smash it here!"

But before Huang Dingyu's finger could fall, a brick came whistling through the air and hit him squarely in the face with a "smack".