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Editor: Sai Hiroto

"Hey -"

"Yo~"

"Hoo!"

"Haha!"

All of a sudden, all kinds of interjections surged up from the stage like a landslide. The applause was thunderous, and some people were not afraid of the excitement. They put their hands around their mouths to make a trumpet shape and shouted loudly, "Promise her! Promise her!"

The noise of the dance floor spread to the VIP area on the second floor. People who had not noticed this scene also looked over. Han Mingchen looked downstairs with sweat on his forehead and explained with an embarrassed look, "This Cheng Lang just likes to play tricks. I don't know why, but the guests of White Jade Capital still fall for his tricks."

Han Mingchen was telling the truth. He really didn't realize that the guests of White Jade Capital were so noisy before.

Qin Mu's eyes, as dark as ink, glanced at Cheng Lang, who was jumping around on the stage, and an imperceptible curve appeared on his lips.

What a noisy little guy.

Qin Mu somehow remembered the little husky his family had when he was a child.

He was also so energetic that he couldn't calm down for a moment.

If Cheng Lang could hear the boss's voice, he would definitely feel particularly aggrieved. With Cheng Lang's personality, he really wants to be a quiet handsome man, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the courtyard and watching the clouds roll and unfold in the sky. However, things often go wrong, and God's will is always contrary to people's wishes.

Cheng Lang trembled while holding his guitar and cried to the system in his heart: "I'm just an ordinary vicious cannon fodder; why does this kind of domineering president's robbing and plundering have to happen to me?"

The system made a dry sound in Cheng Lang's mind and directly blocked this partner with a broken leg.

"What are you still standing there for?" A guest in the audience urged with bad taste, "Do you want to break up the negotiation with your sister?"

I dare not!

Cheng Lang came back to his senses instantly. Holding the guitar, he looked at the rich sister in the audience eagerly. He looked weak, pitiful, and helpless, "Sister, it really can't work."

"Why not?" The female guest raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "There is nothing in the world that money can't solve. If it can't be solved, then add money."

Cheng Lang listened to this and felt inexplicably familiar.

The noise of the audience became louder and louder.

Cheng Lang said with a stiff face, "No means no. There are things in this world that money can't solve. It can't be overcome by subjective initiative. It won't work objectively."

The female guest looked at Cheng Lang's pitiful little puppy. It is said that good-looking skins are all the same, but interesting souls are rare. With the status of the female guest, she has seen many handsome men with six-pack abs, but it is rare to see someone who can make people laugh so much. The female guest's heart moved. If the previous words were just a whim to tease Cheng Lang, now she was really moved.

"I said, increase the money. Increase until you stop."

Cheng Lang's face flushed red, and he held his guitar and sobbed, "Why are you like this? I told you that men can't be objective! No means no! This is not a matter of adding money!"

Men can't be objective?

The guests in the audience were stunned for a while before they understood what Cheng Lang meant. The whole bar was silent for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter.

The female guest also reacted a second later and couldn't help laughing.

"Boss Lu, please don't embarrass this kid." Another male guest helped Cheng Lang to excuse himself, "Look at what you have done to this poor child."

But then again, White Jade Capital's choice of this new pillar is really unique. He is also really shameless!

The female guest carefully wiped the tears from her eyes. Although she was still a little moved, she knew it was too late.

Seeing that the female guest was no longer aggressive, Cheng Lang breathed a sigh of relief, plucked the strings twice, and was about to sing when he heard the male guest who helped him out say lightly, "Sing a song, "Silence is Gold". Do you know this song?"

Cheng Lang nodded. Going to the bar and ordering "Silence is Gold", it seems that this male guest has a bit of a story.

The system did not know when to remove the block and said faintly, "Maybe he wants to tell you that silence is golden."

Cheng Lang turned a deaf ear. He plucked the strings of the guitar and just started the prelude, but he was stopped by the female customer.

"Is this a song request?" The female customer looked at Cheng Lang with a smile, but she couldn't help teasing him, "I just helped you out of trouble, and you used your mass-produced tenderness to perfunctory my exclusive love. Isn't it bad?"

Cheng Lang felt a pain in his chest. He finally understood what it meant to have waves upon waves in Honghu Lake, each wave stronger than the last.

The male guest also came to his senses and laughed. Looking at Cheng Lang, he half-truthfully teased, "It seems that I like you too. Because my wallet is willing to open for you."

"Puff", that was the sound of the knife tip piercing the heart again.

The system laughed out loud in the mind with schadenfreude.

Cheng Lang held the guitar, reflected deeply, and said with resentment, "If I had known you would say so, I would not say it."

In a moment, the style of the painting changed to Lin Daiyu.

The male guest smiled and said, "We can't say it, but our memory is not bad."

Cheng Lang: "..."

The female guest said with a smile, "Since you like crosstalk so much, why don't you sing "Exploring Qingshui River" later?"

Cheng Lang held the guitar and felt depressed. He felt that at this moment, he should play "Erquan Yingyue" on the erhu.

The guests in the audience were already laughing like crazy. Someone also gave Cheng Lang an idea, "Anyway, your boss won't let you sing for money and won't let you drink the wine ordered by the guests. Why don't you just perform crosstalk on the stage? It's agreed that everyone will pay together and not let the middlemen make a profit."

Cheng Lang raised his thumb to the person who was speaking in the audience. This is a master.

"I really didn't expect it," Cheng Lang sighed while holding the guitar and looking up to the sky, "If I had known that you were all sweeping monks, I wouldn't have shown off my skills in front of an expert."

After hearing this, a burst of cheerful laughter burst out from the audience.

Cheng Lang had a headache and said half-heartedly, "Then I will sing two songs ordered by the guests today—"

"I'll order another song that fits the occasion." Another guest in the audience urged, "Sing 'It's Not a Sin for a Man to Cry'. This is a song I ordered specifically for you. Do you feel my intention?"

The audience laughed again, slapping the table and stamping their feet.

Cheng Lang held his guitar and looked at the light. He felt that what he was going through now was not what a top star should endure.

"You are!" The guest in the audience couldn't help but persuade him, "Relax. I went to the Grand View Stage to listen to crosstalk before. The treatment of the pillars there was much worse than yours. Compared with the guests there, we are also gentle to you."

Cheng Lang had nothing to say; he really thought he was talking about cross-talk.

Cheng Lang hugged the guitar, sad for spring and autumn, "Today I know that gentleness can also hurt people so much."

The guests in the audience laughed again.

It was the same person who continued, "It's okay. You use mass-produced gentleness to perfunctory us, and we use dedicated gentleness to set off you. We hurt each other. We will never stop until we die."

Cheng Lang was startled: "It's late at night. Can't you do this?"

"Are you scared?" Someone said with a smile, "Don't be afraid. I'll take you home tonight."

Cheng Lang was sad, "I'm an orphan; where can I find a home? Just take me to XXX..."

Cheng Lang gave an address. The guest who just answered the phone sounded more and more familiar. Someone continued, "Isn't this a new cemetery built last year?"

Cheng Lang nodded, "Although it is newly built, the scenery is pretty good. There is an old locust tree on the hillside, and I am under the locust tree..."

The guest became more and more scared and stopped him quickly, "Didn't you say you wanted to sing? Sing quickly. You almost fooled these two kids."

Cheng Lang looked at the guest and concluded, "You are both bad and playful."

There was another round of laughter from the audience. The injured guest was not angry and subconsciously ordered a glass of wine for Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang took a look at the wine and was hesitating when he heard the female guest who had teased him before suddenly say, "Two hundred thousand."

The female guest said lightly, "Order you a song."

Cheng Lang was a little scared of this woman, who coveted his beauty and soul all the time. He began to tremble while holding the guitar, "No, there is no need. It's just a song."

"I'm talking about a song." The female guest looked at Cheng Lang and said, "Don't you want to protect your status as a pillar of White Jade Capital?"

The female guest couldn't help but smile when she said this. Even her voice was stained with a smile, "You know, in the entertainment industry, some popular third-tier artists take commercial performances, and the price of singing a song is more than 200,000. Qin Dynasty Records signs pillars of White Jade Capital every year. With your qualifications, if you debut, the price of singing a song will definitely be more than 200,000."

"I knew that my sister was a person with vision," Cheng Lang looked at the female guest with admiration, a little shy, "You are just like Brother Wang in our performing arts department. You can see my inner beauty at a glance."

Brother Wang, who was standing by the stage, was caught off guard. When Cheng Lang suddenly mentioned his name, his face suddenly turned black, "Fuck, this guy wronged me again!" When did he see Cheng Lang's inner talent? He only saw that Cheng Lang was a showman!

The female guest couldn't help laughing.

The male guest who just helped Cheng Lang out raised his eyebrows, "Why? Is General Manager Lu interested in signing someone?"

The female guest smiled and said, "It depends on whether he is willing or not."

The male guest looked at Cheng Lang and said, "Why are you still standing there? This is Boss Lu from Qin Dynasty Records. You, the resident artists of White Jade Capital, dream of becoming Qin Dynasty Records' contracted artists. Now that the opportunity has come, why don't you grab it quickly?"

Offstage, Brother Wang's face changed.

Cheng Lang reacted quickly. Looking at General Manager Lu, he suddenly realized, "You came to White Jade Capital today to sign Meng Tianye, right?"

A smile flashed in Mr. Lu's eyes. She now admired Cheng Lang more and more. This boy is good-looking, sings well, is humorous, and is very smart, "I can sign only one. Or I can sign another one."

At this point, General Manager Lu remembered something and said with a smile, "Don't worry. I respect your wishes and will let you sell your art but not your body. The contract terms can also be discussed slowly."

After that, General Manager Lu tapped the table with her slender fingers painted with red nail polish and said, "This 200,000 per song is my sincerity. Of course—"

General Manager Lu looked at Cheng Lang. She changed the subject and said half-seriously and half-jokingly, "If you are willing to pay something extra, I am also willing to pay extra compensation."

"But I don't want to." Cheng Lang held the guitar and looked at General Manager Lu eagerly, "I want to be a domineering president. My life goal is to control the lifeline of the global economy and to break the world at any time. Sister, you are kind and beautiful; you will understand me."

General Manager Lu looked at Cheng Lang and said with a smile, "You can be the man of a domineering president now."

Cheng Lang lowered his head and finally understood why giving someone a taste of their own medicine is a unique martial arts skill.

"Hey~"

Seeing Cheng Lang was frightened, the guests in the audience started to make noise again. But this time, Cheng Lang didn't dare to continue making noise, "It's getting late. Let me sing a nursery rhyme for everyone!"

"Don't worry! We are having a lot of fun listening to crosstalk."

"Go on!"

"You are so wild!"

Amid the laughter and noise of the guests, Cheng Lang held his guitar and sang by himself. After two songs, he finally controlled the atmosphere of the scene.

Maybe because he had said too much and his voice was hoarse, Cheng Lang's throat was almost smoking when he left the stage.