His communication with Feng Xinghe was very effective; at least, he was quite satisfied. When Father He's account trades next Monday, he will only need 40,000 Hong Kong dollars per lot for Hang Seng Index futures.
After dinner, He Zhengcheng didn't go home. Instead, he went on a date with Zhi Ling. She was leaving Hong Kong tomorrow, so they naturally had to spend some quality time together tonight. They returned to the bar where they first met.
"I'm sorry, I gave your song to Brother Zhang Guorong, but he hasn't responded!" Lin Zhiling said, a little apologetically.
"It's fine. I like his songs; it's the thought that counts." He Zhengcheng hadn't had many expectations to begin with. Lin Zhiling was just a model, a pretty face, so of course she didn't have much influence in front of a big shot like Zhang Guorong. The fact that she was able to give his song to Zhang Guorong already involved a slight risk and was quite commendable.
The two sat together, drinking and chatting, saying some meaningless nonsense, yet somehow they both enjoyed it.
"Today's band isn't as good as yours; it's not pleasant to listen to at all!" Lin Zhiling commented.
"That's alright. Our band is just for fun; they're more professional," He Zhengcheng replied. He knew his own skill was only above average, not particularly brilliant.
"Maybe they sing without emotion!" Lin Zhiling suggested.
"Perhaps…" Who could clearly explain such a subjective feeling? Could it be that Zhi Ling had feelings for him, so… "Why don't you go up and sing a song?" Lin Zhiling asked.
"Me? I haven't prepared at all!" He Zhengcheng replied. What if he forgot the lyrics without preparing for a public performance? How embarrassing would that be?
"Go on, just perform for me this once!" Lin Zhiling pleaded coquettishly. That charming, alluring appeal made the homebody unable to control himself. Even if there was a minefield ahead, he would… first think about it!
"Oh, well, alright then! I'll think about what to sing." He Zhengcheng said. At this moment, he was fearless and unafraid of making a fool of himself. Performing in such a setting was not a difficult task.
"Preferably an original song," Lin Zhiling added.
"You have so many demands! What else? Just say it all at once!" He Zhengcheng, at this moment, was captivated by her beauty and somewhat carried away!
"Nothing else, just go!" Lin Zhiling said softly, her charm innate.
He Zhengcheng went backstage at the bar to negotiate. Fortunately, he knew someone. In fact, even if he didn't, the bar had a similar custom; singing one song was no problem. Anyway, he had thick skin!
After waiting a while, and once the bar had made arrangements, He Zhengcheng also had his song ready.
"Tomorrow, I'll be temporarily parting with a girl I like. Tonight, I want to sing a song for her, hoping she'll like it…" He Zhengcheng briefly introduced himself and the song he was about to perform.
"Under the warm sun, I embrace the fragrance.
Whose girl is that?
I walk upon that small bridge.
You play the guqin with sorrow.
...Girl by the bridge, your sorrow,
I keep you in my heart.
I don't want you to wander."
Is "Girl by the Bridge" good? It's very good. Is this song good? He Zhengcheng couldn't judge, but after being brainwashed countless times, he learned the song.
As for whether there was a problem with this song appearing in this setting, haha! Why should I, He Zhengcheng, explain my actions to you? If I say it's fine, it's fine. If it's not fine, it still has to be fine.
"Clap, clap, clap!" He Zhengcheng walked off the stage and saw Zhi Ling clapping for him, so he opened his arms and embraced Zhi Ling. Her soft, warm fragrance; what more could a man ask for in life?
"Stop messing around!" Zhi Ling gently twisted a few times, a little reserved.
"Because of your appearance, this song came to be!" He Zhengcheng made no extra movements, just gently held her.
"Thank you!" Zhi Ling listened and obediently nestled in He Zhengcheng's arms.
In the noisy environment of the bar, a sense of quiet peace was created. At this moment, it seemed as if an isolated space had formed, with only the two of them existing.
"Cough, cough!"
"Cough, cough!"
Several consecutive coughs, everyone knew someone was interrupting. He Zhengcheng was very displeased. He had just been immersed in the charm of Zhi Ling, feeling a unique beauty, only to have the atmosphere ruined.
"Ge Ge!" He Zhengcheng looked up and saw Zhang Guorong. Zhi Ling gently broke free from him, a little embarrassed.
"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Zhang Guorong said.
"I'm also very happy!" He Zhengcheng replied. Originally, whether it was Duan Chao or He Zhengcheng, both really liked Zhang Guorong. But for some reason, after the memory fusion, that previous feeling was gone. Even seeing Zhang Guorong didn't bring much excitement.
"You're very different from what I imagined, very special!" Zhang Guorong said.
"I am me, fireworks of a different color!" He Zhengcheng replied. He didn't know who wrote such chuunibyou lyrics. Things he used to despise, he now used quite smoothly, without any embarrassment.
"Hahahaha~~~" Zhang Guorong laughed without warning.
Hmm! Where's the punchline? He Zhengcheng thought with an innocent expression.
"I want to buy this song from you!" Zhang Guorong said.
"No need, I'll give it to you!" Although He Zhengcheng didn't care about his integrity, he had his own pride. He already had exceptionally favorable conditions and wasn't lacking his first pot of gold, so there was really no need to earn money by plundering others' things.
"This isn't just about money; it's also to avoid trouble," Zhang Guorong explained.
"What trouble?" He Zhengcheng thought, giving you a song, and there would still be trouble?
"What if someone claims they wrote this song and tries to extort me?" Zhang Guorong asked.
He Zhengcheng had no experience with the entertainment industry, and it sounded quite reasonable to him.
"What do you suggest? If it's too much trouble, then forget it. Let's just pretend this never happened," He Zhengcheng said, a little displeased.
"Let's exchange contact information. I'll consult my company and get back to you," Zhang Guorong suggested.
"No problem!" He Zhengcheng agreed. Exchanging phone numbers was quick and easy.
"Can we talk now?" Zhang Guorong asked.
"Here?" He Zhengcheng questioned.
"Let's go somewhere else!" Zhang Guorong suggested.
"What do you think?" He Zhengcheng asked Lin Zhiling. Zhang Guorong had clearly been brought by her, and she had deliberately not told him.
"Alright!" Lin Zhiling specifically held He Zhengcheng's hand, expressing her apology.
When it came to discussing songwriting, He Zhengcheng wasn't entirely clueless, but compared to professional creators, he was a mere amateur.
Fortunately, he knew how to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. The method was simple: make everything sound grand and profound. This is how shameless, ignorant people who want to pretend to be knowledgeable act… If you talk music with me, I'll talk philosophy with you; if you talk philosophy with me, I'll talk history with you; if you talk history with me, I'll talk ideals with you. The point is to find the other person's weak spot and use your own strengths to attack them. This isn't shamelessness; it's the flexible application of military strategy, the essence of mobile warfare: creating local advantages through various maneuvers, and then eliminating the opponent.
Of course, most of the time, there's no need to be so extreme, otherwise, you'll easily end up with no friends. Always remember, this method is for dealing with enemies. If you use it in the wrong place and suffer the consequences, don't blame me for not warning you… The three of them didn't talk about music for long. He Zhengcheng said he was an amateur, relying on inspiration and passion.
Then he took the opportunity to ask Zhang Guorong for guidance, saying he had written a song but lacked the necessary knowledge and hadn't been able to finish it for years. There was no other way; if he couldn't be shameless, he could only divert others' attention.
"What kind of song is so complicated?" Zhang Guorong asked.
"I was inspired after watching Star Master's 'A Chinese Odyssey,' so I reread 'Journey to the West' and combined it with the current situation of young people in Hong Kong, as well as reflections on the future and life…"
It's not hard to guess what song this is, is it?