Financial freedom starts with smiling at life

Chapter 472 Things you don't want to do, no one can change your mind!
"You're here? Jiamin."

Zheng Jiamin walked into the tavern, and Lao Lang and Zhang Weiwei got up to greet her with smiles.

These two folk music pioneers can be considered her teachers.

Her success today is inseparable from the help of these two predecessors.

The producers of the newly released album are also two senior artists.

Zheng Jiamin turned to the side and said, "Brother Wolf, an old friend has arrived."

"Fuck~"

"Oh, Mr. Jiang, it's been so long! I've missed you so much."

Old Wolf came up and hugged Jiang Beicheng.

The other people in the tavern were drinking, playing instruments, and humming when they heard the name "Little Jiang," and all their eyes turned to the door.

Stop first, stand up and greet them with a smile.

Jiangbei City enjoys a high reputation and even some prestige in both the folk and rock music circles.

But his fame wasn't built on his musical works; rather, it was his character that made him so admired.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Mr. Jiang."

Everyone greeted him.

Jiangbei City saw two familiar faces.

When his gaze fell upon Dou Wei and Zhang Chu, Lao Lang quickly stepped forward to introduce him.

"President Jiang, it's a pleasure to meet you," Dou Wei said politely, stubbing out his cigarette.

"Time waits for no one," Jiang Beicheng sighed, then joked with everyone, "Is this still the same Dou Daxian we know?"

Everyone in the room laughed along.

Ten or twenty years ago, no one would have dared to joke about Dou Wei like that.

His obsessive personality is well-known within the industry.

Now he's an old man with a bald head and big ears.

His expression also became more benevolent.

Jiang Beicheng greatly admires Dou Wei and Zhang Chu, two rock legends.

Dou Daxian'er's songs are still very popular today, and Zhang Chu's lyrics are quite amazing.

Of the three rock legends of yesteryear, only He Yong's music was not appreciated by Jiangbei City, much like Second Hand Rose's music today.

People in Jiangbei have a very discerning eye when it comes to appreciating art.

Seeing the respect his friends showed to Jiang Beicheng, Dou Wei realized that he was a formidable figure.

I haven't paid attention to news in the entertainment industry for a long time. I've returned to the life of an ordinary person, only occasionally getting together with old friends.

I'm here today at Lao Lang's invitation to see what young musicians are like these days.

Zheng Jiamin, a rising star who is highly anticipated by the Beijing folk music and even rock music scene.

"President Jiang, you flatter me. Being young once is enough; no one stays young forever," Dou Wei replied with a smile.

Jiang Beicheng patted his chest and said, "It's enough to be young at heart."

He glanced at the bottles of wine on the ground and joked, "Who's being so generous today?"

"Zhang Chu brought them over," Old Wolf said with a smile.

They've all drunk the Red Star Shines Brightly.

In the past, everyone would buy Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) for tens of yuan.

The alcohol consumption tonight exceeded the limit; each bottle cost seven or eight hundred.

Zhang Chu greeted him with a smile, calling him "President Jiang".

Open a bottle of wine for Jiangbei City.

Jiang Beicheng smiled and accepted the gift, then sat down with Zheng Jiamin.

A bunch of rock musicians were drinking and chatting.

After Jiang Beicheng and Dou Wei had a couple of drinks and shared a cigarette, they started talking a lot more.

When the alcohol got to him, he started humming "No Place to Hide".

Dou Wei's eyes lit up. Was this President Jiang's voice really that good?
Old Wolf tossed the electric guitar from the bar to Dou Wei.

Dou Wei understood what he meant.

He will definitely be the one to accompany Jiangbei City on his songs.

Everyone was praising and respecting President Jiang, and Dou Wei also blended into the atmosphere.

When he was younger, most people wouldn't have caught his eye.

With a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth, he stood up and struck a rocker pose.

It feels like a rekindling of old flames.

Jiang Beicheng held a bottle of Red Star Shining High in his hand and waved it around a few times.

A group of rock musicians sang in unison.

"In the sea of ​​people, there's you and me~"
Get to know each other and learn from each other~

Once you get into the swing of things, you can't stop. A youthful, unrestrained spirit has nothing to do with age.

Jiang Beicheng put his arms around Lao Lang and Xu Wei's shoulders and jumped up on the stage.

Let's liven up the atmosphere.

The electric guitars in Dou Wei and Zhang Chu's hands instantly transformed into a raging torrent, engulfing the entire tavern.

Tonight, all the other bars on Houhai Street paled in comparison.

Enveloped by the rock spirit of a group of veteran rockers.

Unfortunately, the tavern was not open to the public, so others couldn't witness this group's revelry.

"I no longer believe in anything, so what reason is there to believe in?"
People have become so indifferent.
No more reminiscing, what's the point of reminiscing about the past?
I'm not the same person I used to be.

Looking back at the lyrics he wrote back then, Dou Wei, at his current age and in his current state, finds them to have a different charm.

Not just him, everyone present tonight felt differently when singing this song.

But that doesn't stop them from having fun together.

After having fun, we sat down and continued to enjoy hot pot with mutton and baijiu (Chinese liquor).

Jiang Beicheng smiled and leaned on Zheng Jiamin's shoulder, taking a break to enjoy the other performers' show.

"Old man, are you happy?" Zheng Jiamin asked Jiang Beicheng, who was leaning on her shoulder, with a smile on her face.

Guess what kind of happiness I'm looking for?

Zheng Jiamin shook her head: "I can't guess."

She had initially considered guessing about women and brothers, but that seemed too superficial.

In the old man's mind, these should just be seasonings.

Jiang Beicheng said, "This afternoon I had tea worth 500,000 yuan and ate pork worth 300,000 yuan with President Ding. I was very happy."

Playing music and having hot pot with you musicians tonight was so much fun.

I'll be so happy to go back and hold you while you sleep.

So what is happiness?

Zheng Jiamin's face flushed slightly as she gazed affectionately at Jiang Beicheng, awaiting his answer.

Jiang Beichen tilted his head and kissed her cheek: "Being happy means being yourself and never caring about what other people think."

No matter the occasion or social class, I can do whatever I want.

"If I don't want to do something, no one can change my mind."

Everyone turned around and looked towards Jiangbei City.

These two sentences resonated with them.

But very few things can be done.

Because there are too many worldly ties.

Living in this society, there is no such absolute freedom as Jiang Beicheng talks about.

But thinking back, it seems that President Jiang does possess this carefree spirit.

He can speak eloquently in front of political leaders, give orders in the CBD, and wield immense influence in the entertainment industry…

You can enjoy the ultimate luxury of the "Heavenly Palace" or hold a bottle of Erguotou and sing your heart out.

People who don't care about you won't even glance at you.

His friends come from all walks of life, and everyone admires him; he commands a large following.

Live openly and honestly, freely and unrestrainedly.

It feels like I've already broken free from certain social rules.

It represents a state of completely living authentically.

The room erupted in enthusiastic applause, a tribute to Jiangbei City.

I admire his uninhibited nature.

Jiang Beichen smiled, took a swig of wine, and toasted Xu Wei, "I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword, to see the world's splendor."

Xu Wei smiled, took a sip of his drink, and picked up the guitar next to him to play.

Inside, the singing continued at a chorus.

Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air, accompanied by the aroma of fine wine and delicious meat.

At 10:30 p.m., Jiang Beicheng said goodbye to his rock friends, took Zheng Jiamin's hand, drank some wine, and his youthful feelings welled up. "Jiamin, give me a taste of first love."

Let this old man savor it for a moment.

Zheng Jiamin turned around and hugged Jiang Beicheng's waist, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

His gaze was tender and gentle.

Apart from him, there is no impurity.

What she is experiencing now is her first love.

She was always careful and didn't dare to express too many of her feelings.

Because Jiang Beicheng has other women around him.

The old man was so cute tonight; he actually wanted to experience the taste of first love.

(End of this chapter)