Huayu: You were supposed to be a top star, but you've become capital?

Lin Shen didn't say anything. He lowered his head, opened his bag, pulled out a file folder, and threw it directly in front of Jia Shikai.

Jia Shikai caught it, opened it, and took out the documents inside.

The cover reads: Forest Film & Television Co., Ltd.

Jia Shikai looked up at him.

Lin Shen began, "The new company I had registered mainly focuses on film and television production. Tencent contacted me recently, so I got them to invest in it together."

Jia Shikai looked down at the documents, asking as he read, "How much did they submit?"

"Twenty million, accounting for 20%."

Jia Shikai looked up, his eyes lighting up.

"The rest are all mine," Lin Shen added.

Jia Shikai put down the file and looked at him, his expression somewhat complicated:

"When did you start hooking up with penguins again?"

Lin Shen chuckled: "I don't go to all those dinner parties for nothing."

Jia Shikai laughed and shook his head: "Alright... so you're playing both sides? Are you going to get involved with Youku and LeTV later?"

Lin Shen twitched the corner of his mouth, not responding to the conversation; he didn't want to get involved in those matters.

"We'll talk about it another time." He waved his hand, then looked at Jia Shikai, "Let's get down to business. You bring in ten million for this company, and I'll give you 10%."

Jia Shikai paused for a moment and looked at him.

Lin Shen continued, "It's not a loss."

Jia Shikai certainly knew he wasn't losing out.

With Lin Shen's massive online presence and Tencent's resources, this company will have no trouble selling its projects if it operates properly.

Exchanging 10% for 10 million shows that Lin Shen still cherishes old feelings.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I understand, I'll raise the money and transfer it to you as soon as possible."

Lin Shen gave him a strange look: "Where did your money go?"

Jia Shikai chuckled, a little embarrassed: "Didn't I hear it from you? I just bought some more shops and gold..."

Lin Shen waved his hand, too lazy to listen to his explanation: "Alright, hurry up. Once the contracts for the three films are signed, I'll transfer the management contract and hang it under the forest."

"Okay, I understand."

Lin Shen stood up and picked up his bag: "You sent the song to my email, right? I'll listen to it on the way."

"We've got it! We've got it!" Jia Shikai stood up as well. "Drive carefully on the road."

"I'm gone."

When Lin Shen walked out of the elevator, Yang Chaoyue was peering out of the passenger window. As soon as he saw Lin Shen, he immediately shrank back into his seat.

He opened the car door, sat in the back seat, and casually put his bag aside.

"Let's go."

The car slowly started and drove out of the underground parking garage.

Lin Shen suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, did you receive the demo that Lao Jia sent?"

Yang Chaoyue was looking down at his phone when he heard this, so he looked up and said, "Received it."

She paused, her expression a little strange.

Lin Shen noticed her reaction: "What's wrong?"

Yang Chaoyue hesitated for a moment, then handed over his phone: "Brother Shen, um... someone sent you a message on QQ."

Lin Shen was taken aback.

QQ?

He took Yang Chaoyue's phone. The screen showed the interface of his work QQ account. Yang Chaoyue usually helped him with some miscellaneous tasks on this account, and he rarely logged in himself.

In the message list, a familiar profile picture has a red dot next to it.

Lin Shen clicked on it.

The message was very simple:

"Hey, I heard you've been having some trouble lately? Are you alright?"

The message was sent two hours ago. Lin Shen stared at it, stunned for a long time.

Chen Duling.

The name surfaced from the depths of my memory, bringing with it the sunlight in the high school classroom corridor, the sound of the bell ringing, and... countless games.

Lin Shen subconsciously scrolled up through the chat history. The last message was from him, a thumbs-up emoji.

Further ahead, there's a screenshot of a game with the words: I won!

Lin Shen stared at the sign that read "I won" and suddenly felt a little dazed.

"Brother Shen?" Yang Chaoyue's voice brought him back to reality.

Lin Shen looked up and saw that she was carefully observing his expression, her eyes sparkling with gossip, but she didn't dare to show it too obviously.

He ignored her and started typing: "It's okay, don't listen to the nonsense online."

After typing that sentence, I thought for a moment and added, "What about you? Why did you give up being a top student and start thinking about acting? How does it feel?"

After sending the message, he handed the phone back to Yang Chaoyue.

Yang Chaoyue took it, couldn't help but glance at the screen, and then quickly looked away.

But she had already seen it.

I saw that profile picture, those few lines of dialogue, and the note: "Dudu who always wants to win."

A million possibilities flashed through Yang Chaoyue's mind in an instant.

Is this a female classmate? An ex-girlfriend? Or... Shen Ge's first love?

She tried hard to control her expression, but the curiosity in her eyes was almost overflowing.

Looking at her desperately trying to hold it in, Lin Shen suddenly felt like laughing.

"What are you thinking about?"

"No, nothing!" Yang Chaoyue immediately shook his head, shaking it like a rattle drum.

Lin Shen reached out and patted her on the shoulder: "Just an old classmate."

Yang Chaoyue nodded, nodding emphatically, "Yes, yes! I know! Old classmate!"

Lin Shen looked at her and smiled: "I believe you wouldn't talk nonsense, right?"

Yang Chaoyue immediately straightened his back, raised his right hand, and solemnly swore, "No, no! Brother Shen, don't worry! I'd rather die than tell!"

Lin Shen nodded and then withdrew his hand: "Alright, let's play the song."

Yang Chaoyue felt like he had been granted a pardon. He quickly looked down at his phone, opened his email, found the file Lao Jia had sent, and connected to the car's Bluetooth.

An intro came from the speakers.

The piano forms the foundation, gradually introducing strings with a clear but not hurried rhythm.

The melody is very steady; it's not the kind that explodes right from the start, but rather it builds up slowly, layer by layer.

Lin Shen listened, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees to keep time.

This is one of the songs he remembered most vividly before he traveled through time.

The Lone Warrior.

In his original world, how popular was this song? So popular that elementary school students sang it like a children's song, and so popular that many people would reflexively want to shout along as soon as they heard the intro.

But it is precisely because of this that he can remember it so clearly.

Lin Shen hummed along softly to the accompaniment. He had a good voice; although he wasn't a professional singer, he had a solid foundation in breath control and pronunciation.

He hummed a few lines, and the tune was mostly there. Occasionally, one or two notes would drift off, but he could quickly bring them back.

Yang Chaoyue listened from the side, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

After the song finished playing, she couldn't help but ask, "Brother Shen, did you write this? The lyrics are amazing!"

Lin Shen opened his eyes, glanced at her, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Of course it's a good song."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence: "Although it will be sung to death by elementary school students in the future."

Yang Chaoyue was still muttering, "'I love you walking alone in the dark alley, I love your unyielding spirit'... Who wrote these lyrics? They're so touching!"

Lin Shen didn't reply, but continued listening to the accompaniment for the second time.

He was able to "write" this song simply because the memory was too profound.

Before the time travel, this song was everywhere. It was played in shopping malls, in short videos, and even by the elderly women dancing in the square downstairs in the neighborhood.

By the end, he could recite it from memory.

The lyrics were written down by Lin Shen from memory, word by word, and the melody was hummed to Lao Jia so that Lao Jia could find a professional to compose it again.

It's not the original, but it's pretty much the same.

As for the original lyricist and composer... Lin Shen could only apologize in his heart.

He will be paid the full amount when the time is right, but for now, he needs this song.

They need it more than anyone else.

After playing it the second time, Lin Shen cleared his throat and began to sing it formally for the third time.

His voice echoed in the carriage; it didn't have the effect of a professional recording studio, but the feeling was there.

After listening, Yang Chaoyue clapped enthusiastically: "Brother Shen, you sang so well! Really, better than many singers I've ever heard."

Lin Shen glanced at her: "Isn't your filter a bit too thick?"

"No way!" Yang Chaoyue retorted, unconvinced. "I'm serious, it just sounds good, really!"

Lin Shen smiled and said nothing more.

He knew his own level; his basic skills were decent. After all, he hadn't wasted his years of acting lessons, and he had a solid foundation in vocal placement and breath control.

But compared to professional singers, they are still far behind. It's only because the song itself is good and their understanding of the lyrics and music is deeper than anyone else's that the singing effect is not bad.