Entertainment: 1990

Chapter 138 Bald words
It's no wonder Zhang Yadong's father-in-law was suspicious, mainly because Zhang Yan's appearance was too coincidental, and he was so young.

Zhang Yan didn't explain much, but simply tossed Zhang Yadong two hundred yuan and told him to take the two elderly people to Tianjin by himself.

If he can pass Zhang Weining's assessment, everything will be fine; if he can't... at least it will prove that someone has his eye on him, but Zhang Yadong failed to seize the opportunity.

When Chen Hong came out of the storage room, she was talking to Dou Wei about Wang Fei.

Just as "I Am a Singer" was becoming a huge hit, Wang Fei also officially rose to prominence in Hong Kong with her song "Easily Hurt Woman".

Chen Hong felt that since everyone was involved in pop music, there was a chance to collaborate in the future. Although the Five Tigers of Dream Realization are currently very popular in mainland China, people generally still have a more positive view of Hong Kong stars.

"Let's go~"

Zhang Yanchong and the other man raised their hands and said, "Consider today's mission accomplished. Where shall we go for lunch?"

"What do you mean by 'perfecting one's merits'?"

Dou Wei looked at Zhang Yadong, who had come out to see the guests off, and asked, "You've already signed him?"

"That depends on what Brother Ning thinks."

As Zhang Yan spoke, he took Chen Hong's hand and laughed, "I'd rather tear down a temple than break up a marriage; I'm talking about achieving perfect merit."

"嘁~"

Dou Wei looked disgusted, but when Zhang Yadong came over to thank him, he waved his hand and said, "Just do a good job at Yuanmeng in the future and don't embarrass me."

He still has a lot of faith in his own judgment.

Zhang Yan originally planned to have lunch with Dou Wei, but Mo Yan Culture called him over at the last minute, so he and Chen Hong went to have a romantic meal together.

Neither of them wanted to go back to the apartment in the afternoon, so they went shopping in Xidan. Chen Hong bought a few clothes, while Zhang Yan found a Mega Drive game console.

During this time, Zhang Yan received another call from Shi Tiesheng.

So I bought some cooked food and went to Shi Tiesheng's house for dinner that evening.

When I got there, I found that Yu Hua was also there.

Upon inquiry, it turned out that Yu Hua's novel "To Live" had been approved and was expected to be published in Harvest magazine in November.

Zhang Yan had initially said they would write prefaces for each other, but now Zhang Yan has transformed into a renowned record company owner, and Yu Hua doesn't know if Zhang Yan still remembers this matter.

Asking directly felt like trying to curry favor with someone, and Yu Hua felt a little embarrassed.

But if I don't ask, it would be even more inappropriate if Zhang Yan still remembers this matter—after all, Zhang Yan also contributed to Yu Hua's ability to gain a foothold in the capital.

That's why I asked Shi Tiesheng to act as an intermediary today to find out the truth.

"Oh dear, I thought you were getting married."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan smiled and said, "I happen to have some free time recently. Give me a copy of your new book, and I'll read it carefully and see if I can write a preface."

"That's a good feeling."

Although he was embarrassed to bring it up, Yu Hua joked since the topic had been brought up, "You'd better write the heading carefully. The words 'Chief Planner of I'm Crazy for Singing' should be in bold."

He then brought up his marriage plans.

He originally planned to finish writing "To Live" as a wedding anniversary book, but he has dragged it out until now and only just finished the novel.

"We'll get married when the novel is published in November. We'll still need your help with the wedding car then."

"Don't worry, I'll get you a brand new car!"

Zhang Yan speaks with great confidence now. Not counting future record sales, his income from commercial performances in the past few months alone is already close to four million.

After deducting expenses and taxes, the company still has two million in its accounts.

On the way home that evening.

Zhang Yan suddenly received a call from Wang Jinghua, saying that Wang Luyao had gotten caught in the rain during a commercial performance in Hangzhou and was now suffering from a cold, fever, and hoarseness.

Wang Jinghua felt that Wang Luyao was mainly overworked. After all, Wang Luyao had been performing at various venues since the end of June, and she was not a professional singer, so her endurance in this regard was obviously not as good as the other four.

"In that case, Lu Yao's commercial performances should be stopped for now. You talk to Lao Liu and the others. If you think it's necessary, then stop them all. Money can never be earned enough. Singers are the most important asset for us to realize our dreams."

Hearing Zhang Yan say this, Wang Jinghua visibly breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, before Wang Luyao got sick, she felt that the commercial performances should be stopped. Such a high-intensity national tour was too grueling, and the singers were all trying their best to persevere.

However, Liu Weidong firmly disagreed, and Han Lei, Tian Zhen, and Wang Luyao also felt that it could continue, so Wang Jinghua could only obey the majority.

Now that Zhang Yan has spoken, this train, which has been severely fatigued, can finally stop and rest for maintenance. However, upon hearing that Wang Luyao is about to return to Beijing to recuperate, Chen Hong is clearly conflicted.

If Chen Hong had known earlier that the Five Dreamers were all so good at making money, earning 300,000 to 400,000 yuan a month just by doing gigs, she definitely wouldn't have been in such a hurry to hint at it to Wang Luyao.

When we were recording songs recently, everyone was racing against time and didn't have time to deal with these things. Now Wang Luyao has to go back to Beijing to recuperate...

Hey~
I really hope she's all looks and no brains, and doesn't understand what I mean at all.

the other side.

Zhang Yan also noticed Chen Hong's unease, and he could guess that it was related to Wang Luyao.

Several times I wanted to comfort her, but when I thought of the photo of the crabapple tree sleeping in spring, I swallowed the words that were on the tip of my tongue.

What man wouldn't want to experience something big?
Besides, this was all orchestrated by Chen Hong herself, and now if she wants to back out, it depends on whether Wang Luyao agrees.

After returning to the apartment.

Zhang Yan was both soft-hearted and unwilling to be soft-hearted, so he simply took out a photocopy of "To Live" and looked through it.

I watched it until midnight.

After turning the last page, Zhang Yan let out a long sigh and said, "That Yu Hua is really ruthless!"

He thought countless times that there would be a twist later on, but he never expected the book to be so tragic all the way through, making his stomach churn.

Of course, the scale is also quite large.

This is a work of pure literature. If it were a web novel from later times, let alone a 404 error, you wouldn't even be able to publish it or pass the censorship.

But despite the stomachache, this book is indeed brilliantly written.

When Zhang Yan was at Shi Tiesheng's house, he said he wanted to "read" the book, but it was just a polite gesture. However, after reading it, he realized that the book did indeed deserve the title of "read".

Staring at the snow-white cover and the two large characters "Living" handwritten by Yu Hua for a long while, Zhang Yan silently took out paper and pen from the drawer and began to carefully consider the preface, word by word.

At this moment, Chen Hong, who was lying in bed, suddenly advised, "It's so late, write it tomorrow."

It's unclear whether she hadn't slept at all or was woken up by Zhang Yan.

"Let's finish writing it all at once."

Zhang Yan sighed, "I'm afraid that this feeling will fade by tomorrow, and I'll be forced to watch it again."

"What, he didn't write well?"

"No, it's just that it's written so well that I don't dare to read it a second time."

…………

Zhang Yan revised his preface, which was only a little over 300 words long, for two days, but he was still not satisfied. He felt that his preface did not live up to the surgical writing style of "To Live".

But he really did his best.

After giving the preface to Yu Hua, Zhang Yan seemed to have been spurred into a trance, shutting himself away from everyone and spending half a month writing an 80,000-word novel.

This is a story that takes place 20 years later, about a mental patient who makes a living by writing suspense novels and meets a girl through the internet.

He mustered up his courage to confess his feelings to the girl, hoping to meet her in person, but she rejected him without hesitation.

Just as he was in great pain, a long string of gibberish consisting of text, numbers, pinyin, English, and symbols appeared in the dialog box.

So he assumed that this was a test from the girl, and began to rack his brains to decipher the message, making all sorts of crazy attempts as a result.

In these attempts, Zhang Yan combined various class conflicts, social chaos, and political secrets he saw in messages from later generations in a magical and exaggerated form.

Before the protagonist was arrested for arson, he made a request to the police officer who brought him in: he wanted to give the girl he admired the answer he had found.

Then a message came back in the chat box: You mean that day, my cat jumped onto the keyboard, and by the time I chased it away, those things had already been sent.

After finishing the book, Zhang Yan himself felt that the writing was a mess, with flashbacks, forward chronology, and interjections all mixed up, and the content was so explicit that it didn't seem like it could be published.

But I want to make changes, but I don't know where to begin.

Moreover, having already vented all his emotions, he had no interest in further refining his craft.

So Zhang Yan named it "Dreaming" and, too embarrassed to ask Yu Hua to write a preface, sent it to the main publication of Tianjin Literature Magazine and then never paid attention to it again.

(End of this chapter)