Is it human, ghost, or monster? It's merely a heart burdened by karmic debt. Call out to Buddha, but there's no shore to return to. Kneel before a master, and life and death are irrelevant. ...Smash the Heavenly Palace, act with abandon and defiance. The world is evil and the path treacherous, ultimately inescapable. This one strike will turn you to dust." A song titled "Wukong" burst forth, sung by He Zhengcheng in front of Ge Ge.
"Good, good, good!" Zhang Guorong exclaimed three times in a row.
You're good, I'm good, everyone's good. It's best not to ask me how I created it. Let's talk about the post-reading impression. I'm good at that. Wasn't three years of college entrance exams and five years of mock tests all for situations like this?
"I believe the Monkey King's most primal dream was to be unfettered, free from the constraints of heaven, earth, gods, and even life and death. The Monkey King's methods should be direct, like when he wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace. Who cares about all those roundabout rules and regulations? I'll just strike with one blow... The final fading note on the 'mie' (extinguish) character in this song is because after you've fantasized, you still have to return to reality. Reality is reality; that unrestrained, thoughtless strike is impossible. With that fading note, it's pulled back. This character becomes normal; otherwise, he'd be mad... I feel that Journey to the West is a work written for every individual. In each of our hearts, there is a true, authentic, stifled, unwilling, helpless, sorrowful, lonely, and terrified Sun Wukong."
Encouraged by Zhi Ling, He Zhengcheng spoke a great deal. In fact, most of it was what Duan Chao had read from a certain expert's interpretation of "Wukong" on the Tianya forum, which he found deeply impressive and had memorized. He himself didn't possess that level of cultural understanding.
His words not only captivated Zhang Guorong but also made Lin Zhiling's gaze at him sparkle with a certain brilliance, her eyes enchanting and radiant! Cultured people are indeed popular... Is that the right way to describe it? With a beauty by his side, he couldn't help but want to show off.
"Come to my place tomorrow, and we'll find people to refine this song together!" Zhang Guorong was very excited; such a song gave him a lot of inspiration.
In fact, the entire work of "Wukong" perfectly integrates Chinese elements. The arrangement style is very similar to Zhou Jiegun's Chinese style, combining piano and drum kit with flute and erhu, blending traditional opera with pop music.
However, it seems Zhou Jiegun hasn't debuted yet, has he? My idol, if Heaven hadn't given birth to Jiegun, Chinese music would be like an eternal night!
"Ding-a-ling~~" Just then, He Zhengcheng's phone rang.
"Hello!" He Zhengcheng saw that the phone didn't display a name.
"Cheng Zai, I'm Xu Xin. I'd like to meet you tomorrow. Do you have time?" Xu Xin.
"Could I know what it's about?" He Zhengcheng.
"Your ideas have inspired me greatly. I have some friends who are very interested and want to understand more details. I'd like to chat with you and make friends." Xu Xin.
Xu Xin was from the mainland and had some background. He wasn't sure if her friends were from Daxia Country or Hong Kong Island. He hesitated, both worried that overly complex social connections would distract him and afraid of missing an opportunity.
"My friends have strong resources. Even if we can't cooperate temporarily, making friends now will always lead to opportunities in the future." Xu Xin didn't hear a reply and continued to persuade him.
"Alright then, where?" He Zhengcheng still agreed. His previous family background was relatively simple. No matter what he wanted to do in the future, as long as he didn't court disaster, abundant social connections would always bring many conveniences.
"Then let's meet tomorrow at 3 PM at the XXX Club. I'll send you the specific address later." Xu Xin.
"Okay!" He Zhengcheng then hung up the phone and fell silent.
"Ge Ge, I'm sorry. Music is my hobby. Tomorrow I have to be busy with life. Can we change the day, or wait until we have an opportunity in the future!" He Zhengcheng.
"I have time these days. I'll give you my number. As long as I'm in Hong Kong Island, you can come find me anytime! I really like this song and truly want to perfect it!" Zhang Guorong said with full sincerity.
"Then I'll sell this song to you too!" He Zhengcheng said with a smile.
"It's settled then. I'll find someone to draft the contract, and wait for you to come over!" Zhang Guorong.
"Okay, we've agreed." He Zhengcheng.
Having chatted until now, it was already very late. After a while, Zhang Guorong bid them farewell and went back alone. No assistant was seen coming over.
A celebrity! Is this what a Hong Kong Island celebrity is like?
"Let's go back! You actually dared to trick me, this time I must punish you properly!" He Zhengcheng said fiercely to Lin Zhiling.
"I didn't mean to, it was..." Lin Zhiling.
"It's too late for anything now! Hehe..." He Zhengcheng showed a creepy uncle's smile, like a big bad wolf eyeing Little Red Hat.
...
He originally thought there would be a fierce fight to the death that night, but unexpectedly, He Zhengcheng misspoke. The two talked a lot and eventually fell asleep.
It wasn't until they woke up the next morning that, without eating breakfast, they passionately embraced in the morning light, their intense battle spreading to every corner of the hotel room. This continued until they absolutely had to prepare to leave... Her hands were soft and delicate, her skin like congealed fat, her neck like a long beetle, her teeth like gourd seeds, her forehead beautiful with moth eyebrows, her smile charming, her eyes lovely and sparkling.
Zhi Ling satisfied most of a man's fantasies about women. Faced with such a beauty, how could He Zhengcheng not be moved?
However, he wasn't sure how much of it came from genuine affection and how much from biological instinct. Perhaps instinct and true emotion could transform into each other, as he ultimately felt much warmth.
After seeing Zhi Ling off, he immediately cut off his sentimental feelings and began to prepare what he might need to say later.
In fact, his views had never changed. However, each time he articulated his perspective, he would make progress, becoming more efficient in utilizing his memory and gaining a clearer understanding of the current situation in Hong Kong Island.
This seemed to have a similar effect to the "Feynman Learning Technique," a method that otaku had been recommended many times in their social circles and pushed by news headlines.
The principles of the method are very simple: first, learn and understand; then, reconstruct; finally, present it. More specifically, others teach you first (reading books, listening to lectures), then you do exercises, analyze and discuss, apply what you've learned, and finally, teach others.
If one can effectively teach others in a certain area, then he naturally masters that knowledge.
Therefore, there's no need to doubt the competence of teachers with strong teaching abilities; the answer is obvious. That's why universities advocate for professors to combine teaching, research, and application—teaching others also improves oneself.
"Am I not a pauper going to teach a group of rich people how to make money?" He Zhengcheng muttered to himself, somewhat self-deprecatingly. How was this any different from those stock and futures brokers?
This past week, he had only earned a little over 500,000, still a considerable distance from escaping his family's predicament. Was it really appropriate to start dealing with various people at this time?
He had never heard of the club Xu Xin mentioned. He figured it was a niche club. The location was on Hong Kong Island, conveniently located, and in a good spot. After getting off the subway or bus, it was less than a 5-minute walk.
When he actually arrived at the building and found the club's name, he felt like he was going for a job interview. And he didn't even know the company's business scope, the boss, the executives, or any information. This feeling was very bad; I don't like it!
"I'm not here to sell my talent; I'm here to seek partners!" He Zhengcheng encouraged himself. Although he hadn't yet thought of any possible cooperation projects, he believed in treating people above him as people, and treating himself as a person when below others! I am who I am, a different kind of fireworks!