The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 103 Old Wang, the Great Injustice?

A middle-aged man in a suit got out of the back seat of the car. The effeminate man and the man with bangs stood still and respectfully greeted him, "President Wang."

"Step aside."

Wang Jingming glanced at the two of them with disdain and walked straight toward the hotel's glass revolving door.

Wang Niulang opened the door for Wang Jingming.

"Sir, welcome to Fairfield by Marriott Hotel."

Wang Jingming nodded and went inside.

The effeminate man and the man with bangs caught up with them, and then they argued in front of the glass door, neither willing to give way.

"Huang Xiaoxian, are you deliberately trying to go against me?"

"I was here first, ladies first, understand?"

Just as the effeminate man was about to retort, the man with bangs added insult to injury: "Sorry, I forgot you might not be a man, you could also be a woman."

The effeminate man was immediately enraged.

They stood in front of the glass door, preventing bangs from getting in.

Just as they were at an impasse, Zhang Guangzheng walked over.

"Sir, would you like me to drive your car to the underground parking lot?"

"OK, thanks."

The effeminate man handed over the keys.

Qi Liu took the opportunity to squeeze in from the side.

"Park properly and don't scratch it, my boss just got a new car last month." The effeminate man turned around and gave a brief instruction before quickly chasing after them.

Wang Niulang came over and asked Zhang Guangzheng if he needed any help.

The main concern was that it was Zhang Guangzheng's first time parking, and there was a risk of something going wrong.

"Master, I came to Yanjing vowing to drive a luxury car, and I never thought my wish would come true so soon."

Wang Niulang chuckled and said, "You're satisfied with just one Mercedes E-Class? What if a supercar comes along and you'd be ecstatic? Hurry up and move the car, don't block the entrance."

Zhang Guangzheng happily exclaimed "Hey!" and excitedly ran towards the Mercedes-Benz E230.

In the hotel lobby, the effeminate man quickly caught up with the boss, but unfortunately, the role of his little follower had already been stolen by the man with bangs.

The effeminate man was quite perceptive; he immediately asked the hotel receptionist for directions to the lobby bar, then ran over to lead the way for the boss, while also showing off to Qi Liuhai.

Before entering the lobby bar, Wang Jingming deliberately stopped to warn the two.

"If you two continue arguing like this when you meet them later, you're both out of here tomorrow."

The effeminate man with bangs raised his hand, swearing he would never dare.

Wang Jingming glared at the two of them, annoyed. He was soft-hearted, otherwise he would have already cracked down on these two conspicuous people.

As he entered the lobby bar, Wang Jingming habitually glanced around the room but didn't spot any particularly obvious targets.

There was a very handsome young man reading a car magazine, but judging from his age, he probably wasn't the person I was looking for.

Turning around, Wang Jingming saw the effeminate man and Qi Liuhai standing there looking completely idle, and he was immediately furious.

"What are you standing there for? Make a call!"

The effeminate man and the man with bangs both pulled out their phones at the same time, and in the end, the effeminate man won the speed contest and got through to the number.

He's definitely a quick shooter.

Qi Liuhai muttered something under his breath.

Just as the effeminate man was about to retort, the call connected.

"Hello sir, I'm from Happy Wedding Day Wedding Company—"

Before I could even give my name, I saw Wang Jingming walking ahead.

Of all the guests in the lobby bar, only one person took out their phone to answer a call.

It was the young man who had just made a deep first impression on Wang Jingming.

The saying "Don't judge a book by its cover" has been proven true once again.

At roughly the same time, Yang Muye also saw Wang Jingming and the other two walking towards him, hung up the phone, and stood up.

Even though they were still three meters apart, Wang Jingming extended his hand first.

"Hello, I am Wang Jingming, the owner of Happy Wedding Day Wedding Company."

"Hello, Yang Muye."

As they shook hands, they both sized each other up.

When Wang Jingming walked over, Yang Muyi had already recognized him as the old man who was full of witty remarks.

On the contrary, Wang Jingming was still surprised by Yang Muye's age.

So young, did he really write the song "The Rest of My Life"?

Still hesitating, Yang Muye raised his hand.

"Mr. Wang, please have a seat."

As soon as Wang Jingming sat down, the effeminate man and the man with bangs sat down on the armchairs on either side of him.

At this point, the two of them were quite self-aware.

Wang Jingming raised his head slightly and explained to Yang Muyi with a smile, "These are two of my subordinates, both recently recruited after graduation. They're just kids and don't know any better—"

He paused here.

In his eyes, effeminate men and bangs are considered children, so what about Yang Muye in front of him?
Seeing that the boss hesitated, the effeminate man spoke first: "Hello Mr. Yang, I am Wang Yiyang."

Not to be outdone, Qi Liuhai retorted: "Mr. Yang, I am Huang Xiaoxian."

Despite their rivalry in private, the two still knew they had to cooperate when working, saying in unison, "We are both loyal fans of your song."

While enjoying the flattery and compliments from the two men, Yang Muye glanced with amusement at Wang Jingming, who was still considering how to start the conversation.

"Mr. Wang, I have an appointment to meet someone here at 2 o'clock. Why don't we get to the point?"

Wang Jingming nodded.

But before getting down to business, he wanted to ask one more question.

"Mr. Yang, how old are you this year?"

"At eighteen, I was a freshman at the Yanjingmao University next door."

what?
Wang Jingming, Wang Yiyang, and Huang Xiaoxian were all stunned.

I guessed Yang Muyi was young, but I didn't expect him to be this young.

Huang Xiaoxian hesitated before speaking, "Mr. Yang, um—you're not already married, are you?"

Ok?
Seeing Yang Muyi frown, Huang Xiaoxian immediately explained, "I know that many places have a very early marriage age. Although the law does not allow it, it is sometimes the custom."

"Just because I wrote a song, you all think I'm married?"

Yang Muyi looked at the three people opposite him with a mix of amusement and exasperation: "You've seen 'Four Weddings and a Funeral,' right? It's a pretty interesting movie. When I was watching it, I felt that foreign wedding vows are just a few lines repeated over and over again. Although they are classic, you get tired of hearing them too much. So I suddenly had an idea to try writing a Chinese-style love song. Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've still seen pigs run, right?"

Wang Xiaojian and Huang Xiaoxian both subconsciously looked at their boss, Wang Jingming.

Everyone in the company knows that Lao Wang likes to say things like "If you haven't even been born, what are you talking about life?" all the time, as if in his eyes the post-80s and post-90s generations are all unreliable.

Now, haven't you been proven wrong?

Wang Jingming himself was a little embarrassed, as he originally wanted to make friends with the author of "The Rest of My Life".

As a result, they've become friends despite their age difference.

Seeing that his boss was in trouble, Wang Xiaojian stepped forward without hesitation.

"Mr. Yang, it's like this, our boss really admires your talent. Your song is exceptionally well-written and would be perfect for playing at a wedding, so we thought—"

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Muye interrupted him.

"Don't you wedding planning companies just use songs for free? You could get sued and win every time, but the cost of breaking the law is too low, so the copyright holders can't sue." Wang Xiaojian was stunned.

What Yang Muye said was true, but he also completely killed the conversation.

Huang Xiaoxian immediately stepped in: "Mr. Yang, it's like this, our company attaches great importance to copyright protection. We came to see you today because we wanted to—"

"I won't sell the copyright. Anyway, I can't stop you from using it secretly, and I'm too lazy to care."

Wang Xiaojian immediately added, "Yes, yes, we know about this. Today we wanted to discuss with you whether we could exclusively authorize this song for use in wedding events, limited to the Yanjing area only."

Huang Xiaoxian added, "The price is negotiable."

Yang Muye looked directly at Wang Jingming: "How much?"

Wang Jingming pondered for a moment: "Ten thousand a year."

"Sure, but the contract has to be for ten years, and you have to pay in full."

Wang Jingming frowned and said, "Ten years is too long, isn't it?"

"How about we change the arrangement? We'll give you a lifetime license for 100,000 yuan."

Before Wang Jingming could reply, Yang Muye's voice continued: "President Wang, let me put it this way, tens of thousands of yuan is nothing to me, and I guess you only want to sign a three- or five-year contract at most, and then just take advantage of it for free. Anyway, I'm not really going to sue you."

Seeing that Wang Jingming remained silent, Yang Muye continued, "I know what you want to do with the exclusive license for this song. You just think it will definitely become a hit. When you talk to clients, you can say that you have the official license. If other wedding companies use this song, you can sue them. Even if it's just to scare them, it will have a significant effect. In the next few years, this song will become your wedding company's exclusive magic weapon for attracting business."

"100,000 yuan is really a good deal."

Yang Muye concluded.

Wang Xiaojian and Huang Xiaoxian, who were standing to the side, were stunned. How come this was exactly the same as what Lao Wang had said on the way?
Of course, the only difference is the money.

The two immediately looked at each other warily.

There's a mole!
Unlike the other two, Wang Jingming was not naive. From doubting that Yang Muye could really write a song like "The Rest of My Life," to now having Yang Muye guess his entire plan, the problem still lay in his carelessness.

Those who always judge today's youth by the standards of the older generation end up being taught a lesson.

Wang Jingming stood up and offered his hand.

"Pleasant to work with."

Yang Muye then stood up and shook hands with Wang Jingming.

"Mr. Wang, you don't need to make the trip in person anymore. Just send someone to deliver the contract. I'll be going now."

Wang Jingming nodded and watched Yang Muye leave.

As soon as everyone left, Wang Xiaojian immediately volunteered to suggest going to Yanjingmao to investigate Yang Muye's background.

Wang Jingming nodded in agreement, but then turned his gaze to Huang Xiaoxian.

"I'll leave this to you."

Huang Xiaoxian pointed at herself with a surprised look on her face.

"Mr. Wang, this isn't Wang Xiaojian—"

"I'm the boss, and you're the boss? Just go when I tell you to, stop talking nonsense. Also, you and Wang Xiaojian are in charge of following up on Ms. Su's wedding. Let me see if this 100,000 yuan is really worth it!"

Wang Jingming made the final decision.

The three of them sat in the lobby bar for a while longer.

After finishing his coffee, Wang Jingming told Wang Xiaojian to go get the car first.

As Wang Xiaojian went out, he saw a woman in her thirties, dressed smartly, walk in.

After the other person entered, they also subconsciously glanced around the entire lobby.

Instead of meeting the person she was waiting for, she unexpectedly met Wang Jingming.

The woman immediately walked over to them.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Wang?"

Wang Jingming turned around and his expression became somewhat unnatural when he saw the woman.

"Hu Ling, what are you doing here?"

"Waiting to meet a friend. By the way, Mr. Wang, what brings you here for coffee today? Is your divorce case over?"

Everything was fine until the last sentence was spoken, and Wang Jingming's face immediately darkened.

Just as she was about to explode, the woman sat down directly opposite her.

I waved to the waiter.

"A latte, please."

Judging by this attitude, they're not going to leave.

Huang Xiaoxian glanced at Lao Wang, whose expression was uncertain, and was unsure what to do when the woman's voice continued.

“When you got married, I told you that woman was a heartless, ungrateful wretch, but you didn’t listen!”

"Later, she gave birth to a daughter for you, and you were so happy that you wanted to spoil the mother and daughter rotten. Didn't I tell you back then that the little one was just like her mother, an ungrateful wolf cub?"

"Now look what's happened. They've taken your money to immigrate abroad, and they want you to continue paying for their expenses overseas. Tell me, what have you been working so hard to earn all these years?"

Wang Jingming suddenly stood up and glared at the woman.

"Have you said enough?"

The woman also stood up and glared back defiantly.

“Wang Jingming, if I were you, I would cut off the mother and daughter’s living expenses directly. If they’re not happy, let them come back and sue you. If they can’t support themselves abroad, I’ll give custody of the daughter back to you. If the child is abroad, and you raise a thankless child after all your hard work, I’ll feel sorry for you!”

The woman shouted these words, and not only everyone in the lobby bar heard them, but even Yang Muyi, who had just entered, heard them.

Just then, Huang Xiaoxian's phone rang.

It was Wang Xiaojian calling.

As soon as the call connected, Wang Xiaojian complained on the other end: "What's going on? Why are you dawdling? The doorman has been parking the car at the gate for ages."

Huang Xiaoxian looked up at Wang Jingming, but before she could speak, Wang Jingming uttered a sentence.

"let's go!"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door without looking back.

Since they had run into each other, Yang Muye couldn't very well not greet them.

"Mr. Wang, what's wrong?"

"I ran into a friend here by chance. I apologize for the misunderstanding, Mr. Yang. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

Yang Muye watched Wang Jingming leave, and when he turned around, he met the eyes of the woman who had been arguing with Wang Jingming.

Both of them immediately guessed that the other was the person they were supposed to meet.

In comparison, Yang Muye was even more curious.

Because he not only recognized the woman as Sister Ling, whom he was looking for, but also recognized her as Qiao Jingjing's manager from his previous life.

The key point is that Sister Ling knows Wang Jingming, which is quite a coincidence.

Yang Muye stepped forward and offered his hand to the woman.

"Ms. Hu Ling, is that right? I am Yang Muye."

He was composed and neither arrogant nor humble.

Before the meeting, Hu Ling was struggling with what to call him. Calling him "General Manager Yang" seemed too mature, while calling him "Classmate Yang" was inappropriate.

Now there's no need to worry about it anymore.

Hu Ling handed her hand directly.

"Mr. Yang, do you know Wang Jingming?"

"We just met an hour ago. He took a liking to one of my songs and wanted to use it at his wedding event, so he came to me specifically to purchase an exclusive license."

(End of this chapter)