Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

The music from the private room continued.

The ambient lighting moves continuously along the wall.

Red, blue, and purple light blocks swayed back and forth on the leather sofa.

The large screen of the karaoke machine was blindingly bright, scrolling through the lyrics of "Calories".

Yang Chaoyue stood in front of the screen, holding the microphone, his voice trailing off with a long, drawn-out tone, carrying an air of defiance.

When he reached the highest note, his voice still cracked as always. Jiang Yang reminded him from the side, "You cracked again, Chaoyue."

Yang Chaoyue swayed his body to the rhythm of the music and shouted at Jiang Yang, "Old Chen, Brother Wang, and A Zhe all said that I have to sing this song off-key, otherwise it won't have any soul. Do you even know how to sing, Brother Yang?"

"Wow, you're awesome. I'm too lazy to talk to you today." Jiang Yang waved his hand.

"Go sit with Haochun and keep him company. Haochun hasn't sung yet."

"Okay, okay, I give up." Jiang Yang sat down next to Liu Haochun in the corner of the sofa.

Bai Lu picked up the empty microphone from the table and asked Yang Chaoyue, "Chaoyue, is the next song, 'The World,' yours?"

"its mine."

As he spoke, Yang Chaoyue glanced at the corner.

I noticed it as soon as I came in.

That's why Yang Ge chose such a high-class private room, because there was actually a piano in the innermost corner of the room.

It was a black upright piano.

It seemed somewhat out of place in the noisy environment.

The lacquer on the body of the instrument is shiny.

A recessed ceiling light sits directly above the piano.

I can easily imagine what this thing is normally used for.

I've talked about this with people from the film crew before. Many film crews go to karaoke bars as a group after filming wraps up and hire female escorts to drink and sing with them.

This private room is reserved for talented female escorts.

So when he came in, Yang Chaoyue muttered to himself, "I haven't even figured out the common stuff yet, and the rich are already starting to play the elegant stuff... This private room must cost at least five or six hundred."

When I learned that the price would be ten times higher, not including the cost of drinks and the cost of ordering the "princess sister" (a euphemism for a female escort), I was shocked.

Yang Chaoyue could imagine how many sordid things had happened in that expensive private room.

To put it simply, when we were little, we read fairy tales and thought the princess belonged to the prince, but when we grew up, we realized that the princess belonged to the CEO.

Yang taught me how to play the piano, and the Marriott Hotel booked by the film crew had a practice room.

But playing the piano is really too exhausting.

To say anything about her current abilities is an understatement.

That is, they can clumsily play the single-note melodies of simple children's songs like "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and "Two Tigers" from memory.

My fingers always feel stiff when they touch the piano keys.

My left and right hands are completely out of coordination.

After playing the melody with my right hand, I forgot how to follow the chords with my left hand.

Changing keys is even more stumbling and awkward. It feels like my fingers are glued to the keys, and it takes a lot of effort to move to the next note. I also always like to look down at the keys, afraid of pressing the wrong key.

Last time I tried to play a simple chorus in the practice room, the rhythm was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and when I got to a slightly more complicated key change, I got stuck and confused, and finally closed the piano lid in frustration.

I do want to showcase my skills by playing and singing in front of three musicians.

They desperately need a standout performance.

In this industry, good looks alone are useless.

Besides, there are plenty of girls prettier than me.

You need to have something impressive to offer, otherwise you'll be eliminated sooner or later.

Yang Chaoyue knew very well that with her limited skills, let alone showcasing her abilities by playing and singing at the same time, she would struggle to even finish playing a song in a secluded place.

But Yang is different.

Thinking of this, Yang Chaoyue couldn't help but purse his lips, and the words he had muttered to himself countless times in private popped into his mind again: "Brother Yang is really a pervert."

When Jiang Yang first started teaching her, he was very casual, just sitting on the piano bench.

He slowly raised his hand.

He played only scattered single notes like do-re-mi.

The pace is slow and gentle.

It sounds like she's practicing the same thing.

At that time, Yang Chaoyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Yang Ge's skill level was only this much, so it wasn't shameful that she couldn't learn it.

She practiced for half a month and was still stuck on simple chords. She complained that this lousy violin was too difficult and told Yang Ge to try it, saying there must be something wrong with the violin.

Jiang Yang scolded her at the time: "You didn't practice well, so you blame the piano for being bad."

Then Jiang Yang didn't even look at the sheet music.

Fingers rest naturally on the piano keys.

With a gentle lift of the wrist, a smooth melody flowed forth.

It wasn't some complicated famous piece; it was just the chorus that she had been struggling to play.

But when Jiang Yang flicked it out, it looked completely different.

The chords in the left hand are full and rich, while the melody in the right hand is clear and bright. The two intertwine to create a gentle and beautiful sound.

"Chaoyue, I've given your song a thumbs up, I'll request a song to sing."

Suddenly, I heard Bailu's words.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly snapped out of his daze: "No, I have to sing!"

"You've already sung one song."

"Let me sing again, just to be kind of you, Bailu, or I'll beat you to death."

Later, Yang Chaoyue said seriously, "You can steal my acting role, but you can't steal my song."

Bai Lu pouted.

They didn't dare continue to compete with Chaoyue.

She's just the company's little Karami, while Chaoyue is the top female employee. Why would she compete with the top female employee?

There's no doubt that Chaoyue holds a higher place in Jiang Yang's heart than she does.

It was clear that today's leap was somewhat different from the usual one.

Normally, as long as she doesn't go too far, I give in to her in everything.

Today was a day of fierce competition and scrambling.

I glanced at Zhong Shujia, who was sitting on the sofa near the door, and the three musicians.

I noticed a few people were talking about Chaoyue's singing skills.

I understand in my heart.

Chaoyue wanted to make his presence known to those three musicians.

She herself was no different.

Everyone sitting here, who didn't come here with their own agenda?
Yang Chaoyue is the top female employee in the company, and Jiang Yang is very supportive of her.

But she wasn't one to be trifled with either.

She's also started acting and is working hard to build connections.

I still feel a little sad.

Even if they have a good personal relationship, they still have to fight for what they need to fight for.

Why does Yang Chaoyue get so many opportunities?

A thought popped into my head: I wish I could become the number one star someday and push Chaoyue out of the top spot.

Even if it's just being the top female employee in Jiang Yang's small company.

She couldn't even dream of reaching the heights of Gulnazar, but the leapfrog development had only just begun, and she might not be unable to catch up.

Just you wait, Chaoyue. Once your sister Lu catches up, she'll steal your songs during karaoke!

"Chaoyue, this karaoke hog."

Bai Lu muttered to herself.

Liu Haochun, sitting in the corner, wore a light-colored dress, which seemed out of place in the lively atmosphere of the private room.

Her voice was trembling when she greeted those three musicians.

Once back in the corner, I quickly took out my phone and searched for their background.

They were discovered to be music producers, film and television drama soundtrack producers, and well-known game music arrangers.

Each title made her heart skip a beat.

My palms were so cold from nervousness.

Jiang Yang has a wide network of connections; the people she called to audition her songs were all truly influential figures in the industry.

They are worlds apart from her, a nobody who's just starting out.

I was originally planning to hum a few lines of a song to get into the mood, but now I don't even dare to breathe loudly.

The humming was so faint it sounded like a mosquito buzzing.

They were afraid of being heard singing off-key and making a fool of themselves.

They were all too aware of their situation.

With no background or resources, he relied entirely on Jiang Yang to lead him.

They understand better than anyone how rare this opportunity is.

The fruit platter on the table smelled sweet of watermelon and grapes.

"Haochun, how's your singing practice going?" Jiang Yang sat down and got straight to business, without any small talk.

"Song?"

“It’s that song I wrote for you before, ‘The Cloud That Blooms.’ Sing it in a bit and let Lao Zhong’s three friends hear it. They all have projects on hand, so maybe they can connect directly with you. It will save them the trouble of finding someone else, and it will give you more options.” Liu Haochun was taken aback.

I had actually guessed this would be the outcome long ago.

But when these words came out of Jiang Yang's mouth, it was still hard to believe.

There were surprises, but also anxieties.

Jiang Yang then asked, "How's the training going?"

Liu Haochun knew that Jiang Yang was asking about breath control, pitch accuracy, and emotional expression.

Jiang Yang had privately taught her these things.

"I guess the training went well."

Liu Haochun looked up and saw that someone else had sat down next to him.

It is Tian Xiwei.

Sitting on the other side of Jiang Yang, she openly and unabashedly linked arms with him.

Tian Xiwei had never heard Hao Chun sing before.

But I've heard Jiang Yang say that Hao Chun sings very well.

Jiang Yang even wrote a song for her.

Now he's spending time alone with Haochun, trying to create opportunities for her.

She felt a little down.

She lowered her head, gently pressing her cheek against Jiang Yang's chest, her ears perked up, carefully listening to every word Jiang Yang and Hao Chun said.

Seeing Jiang Yang's encouraging manner towards Hao Chun.

She tightened her grip on Jiang Yang's arm, her fingers gripping his sleeve.

Liu Haochun noticed that Yang Chaoyue was holding a microphone and singing in front of the big screen.

They're not singing "Calories" anymore.

They were singing "The World".

When he sang the lyrics of the chorus, his voice cracked again, but his body still moved to the rhythm of the music.

Wang Jianqiang, who was near the door, was practically covering his ears.

Chen Jing'an covered his forehead.

Zhong Shujia asked Ah Zhe, the youngest of the three musicians, in a low voice, "How was Chao Yue's singing?"

“Okay,” A-Zhe said without hesitation.

“We’re on the same page, so let’s talk quietly. Jiang Yang can’t hear us. Zhe, tell me the truth, did Chao Yue really sing well?”

A Zhe glanced at Jiang Yang across from him.

It's far away.

Jiang Yang definitely couldn't hear it.

He then told the truth: "It's so unprofessional, Chaoyue's singing is terrible."

Hear the words.

Wang Jianqiang immediately said, "It was A Zhe who said that, I didn't say that. I've been praising Chao Yue the whole time."

"Brother, don't mess with me!" Ah Zhe said, his eyes wide.

Chen Jing'an was delighted to hear this.

Actually, I know it perfectly well.

Compared to ordinary people, Chaoyue's singing is indeed better, but if we go towards a professional level, his voice is weak, his breath is unstable, his transitions and glissandos are not precise enough, not to mention he also cracks.

the most important is.

Chao Yue actually took their praise as gospel and started singing wildly, his voice cracking.

I seriously suspect that Jiang Yang deliberately had Chao Yue warm up the atmosphere, while also tormenting them.

"When is Jiang Yang going to sing, Lao Zhong?"

"What's the rush? We'll have cake later. Jiang Yang is a shrewd guy."

Zhong Shujia glanced at Jiang Yang.

He already knew what this kid was up to.

I guess I'll have to let Bai Lu and Hao Chun perform, and see if there's a chance for collaboration.

Jiang Yang wasn't celebrating Hao Chun's birthday.

To put it bluntly, it's about making the artists under his management work for him and earn money.

It's highly unlikely to succeed.

Zhong Shujia has done background checks on all the artists in Jiangyang's companies. Only Yang Chaoyue has released a single. Tian Xiwei, Liu Haochun, and Bai Lu are all amateurs when it comes to singing.

She definitely doesn't sing as well as Yang Chaoyue.

It would certainly be a good thing to facilitate cooperation, but if one's capabilities are insufficient, there's nothing one can do even if they want to help.

Ultimately, it all comes down to Jiang Yang's performance.

Jiang Yang didn't pay attention to what Zhong Shujia was talking about at that moment.

All attention was focused on Liu Haochun.

If you ask Yang Chaoyue how well he's practicing singing, he'll say it's perfect.

Hao Chun is different.

When evaluating themselves, they always give themselves low ratings.

They never say they are great, excellent, or perfect.

At most, I'd just say, "It's alright."

So, when Jiang Yang asked Liu Haochun how his training was going and heard Haochun say it was alright, he knew what was going on.

Hao Chun will never slack off.

When passing by Chaoyue's room, I would occasionally hear the background music of a mobile game, "I will lead the charge." But when I passed by Haochun's room, I would hear instrumental dance music.

The song practice is perfect.

All that's left is mindset.

"Are you nervous, Haochun?"

"I'm not nervous."

Liu Haochun shook his head.

Suddenly she felt her hand being grasped, and she instinctively pulled her hand away, her waist trembling slightly.

She discovered that it was Jiang Yang's fingers hooked around her palm.

She placed her hand on Jiang Yang's palm and heard him say, "Your hands are cold."

"Haochun's hands are cold?" Tian Xi glanced at him, pulled Jiang Yang's hand back, and covered Liu Haochun's hands with hers: "Chunbao, my hands are hot, let me warm them for you."

I've been listening for a while now.

Tian Xiwei understood the situation, of course.

Chaoyue singing is Chaoyue actively seeking opportunities.

But Jiang Yang really gave Hao Chun a chance.

She glanced at Liu Haochun discreetly, feeling no jealousy whatsoever, but instead a sense of relief.

Hao Chun is focused on singing and won't be distracted by trying to steal Jiang Yang's attention.

pretty good.

Everyone was eager to show off.

She is different.

She doesn't want to be a leading lady, nor does she care about whether she gets any roles.

Anyway, as long as she follows Jiang Yang, she'll definitely get her share of the profits.

Right now, her biggest concern is only Jiang Yang.

I really hope Hao Chun can perform well, sing this song well, and hopefully successfully connect with the project.

In this way, Hao Chun had his own career direction.

In the future, I might be busy with appearances and singing practice, so I won't have as much time to spend with Jiang Yang.

I really don't understand what's so great about being a singer. No matter how much money you make, can you ever spend it all? Just get by, time is the most important thing.

If we don't spend more time with Jiang Yang now, in seven or eight years, when we're all old, who knows if we'll still be able to get together like this?

"Jiang Yang, try to comfort Hao Chun. Hao Chun's hands are as cold as iron," Tian Xiwei said.

"I don't know how to coax people."

Jiang Yang doesn't know how to coax people?

Bai Lu was taking a slice of watermelon from the fruit plate on the table.

Hearing Jiang Yang's words, she glanced at him sideways and scoffed.

This old lecher can't even sweet-talk people?
Naza, Ruonan, and Sister Meng—are they all just big-breasted, brainless girls who climbed into Jiang Yang's bed on their own? She doesn't want to expose this old lecher.

"Bai Lu, what are you looking at?"

Jiang Yang noticed Bai Lu's unfriendly gaze: "Do you even know how to coax people?"

"No, I'm not very bright," Bai Lu forced a smile.

"You're smarter than anyone else, try to coax Haochun."

"I really don't know how."

"We won't deduct your salary."

The words fell.

Bai Lu immediately grabbed the microphone from the table and shouted at Yang Chaoyue, who was still belting out "Tianxia," "Chaoyue, I'm not trying to criticize you, but it's Haochun's birthday, and you're singing and dancing like a feather duster."
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