Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

Women are naturally drawn to gold.

A bracelet weighing over fifty grams is always very popular with women, no matter the era, and Aunt Zhao is no exception.

She had actually anticipated that, given Wang Xiaozhou's mature work style, he would reward her after the matter was resolved.

But she never expected Wang Xiaozhou to be so magnanimous.

As expected, it would be a bottle of wine, or two packs of cigarettes, or at most a small designer handbag; in short, she was thinking about things that cost several thousand yuan.

But those fifty-odd grams of gold would cost at least 16,000 or 17,000 yuan, and such a gift is extremely easy to convert into cash. This Wang Xiaozhou is really too mature.

"This is too expensive, Aunt Zhao, you can't accept it. Take it back for your mother to wear. It's nothing, just a small favor."

Wang Xiaozhou chuckled inwardly. This was probably just a polite remark made out of genuine concern. It was really tough on Aunt Zhao, since she clearly wanted something but had to sincerely push it away.

One pushed hard, the other tried to persuade, and after a while, the blond-haired guy finally spoke up:

"Mom, why are you being so polite with my older brother? Just take it. Why are we distinguishing between yours and mine?"

The drunken blond-haired man was already slurring his words and speaking incoherently. However, it was precisely his words that gave Aunt Zhao a way out, allowing her to accept the gift with peace of mind.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaozhou decided not to linger any longer. He noticed that Huang Mao and Liu Weiguang were already quite drunk and estimated that it wouldn't be over for at least two hours, so he said goodbye to Aunt Zhao ahead of time.

Aunt Zhao kept him there, even seeing Wang Xiaozhou to the door, and told him to sleep there that night.

Wang Xiaozhou kept making excuses until he closed the door, at which point he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Aunt Zhao is a typical middle-class woman from Northeast China. Regardless of what she thinks, she is excessively enthusiastic on the surface, making her hard to handle.

After leaving Huang Mao's house, Wang Xiaozhou didn't go home. Instead, he followed the route he remembered and rang the doorbell of Song Shihui's house.

"What brings you here today? Busy man, did you have a party tonight and drank too much?"

Song Shihui, dressed in a casual nightgown, opened the door and joked with Wang Xiaozhou.

After entering the house, Wang Xiaozhou collapsed onto the sofa: "Huang Mao's family also lives in this neighborhood. He just had two bottles of beer with his mother, and then came here."

Song Shihui went to the kitchen to pour Wang Xiaozhou a glass of cold water. When he came back, he asked, "Yellow Hair's mother, did you get someone to settle the shop matter?"

Wang Xiaozhou looked at Song Shihui in surprise: "How did you know? How did you guess?"

Song Shihui, mimicking Wang Xiaozhou's earlier posture, slumped onto the sofa, slowly muttering to himself:

"In a small county town, the rules of doing things are different from those in bigger cities. Everyone knows a few relatives or classmates who can talk to you. You said you wanted to open a shop the day before yesterday, and today you're drinking with Huang Mao's mother. Do I need to guess what's going on?"

"Fine, don't guess then, just give me the money."

Wang Xiaozhou stretched out his small hand: "Didn't you say you wanted to invest? I've already paid the rent, you can cover the renovation costs, and if the final bill isn't enough, you can make up the difference."

[Whoosh!]

Song Shihui made a gesture, and Wang Xiaozhou's phone immediately dinged. He took it out and saw that the money had been deposited into his account!

"Holy crap, that was awesome! How did you do that?"

Wang Xiaozhou's eyes sparkled; he loved this kind of pretentious behavior.

"I'll teach you when I have the chance."

Song Shihui kept everyone in suspense, clearly intending to put Wang Xiaozhou in a difficult position.

Wang Xiaozhou wasn't going to fall for her act. He immediately pouted and said, "You actually took my offer to play along? When I came in, you kept gesturing with your phone, probably setting up a timed transfer. It's something that can be done by timing it perfectly, why are you keeping me in suspense?"

Song Shihui bared his teeth, looking quite unconvinced.

Wang Xiaozhou said "Hey": "Don't get involved in things like showing off, which are more for men. I have something else to ask you about."

"explain."

Song Shihui's expression was indifferent, and he seemed to be still thinking about how to get back at Song Shihui.

Wang Xiaozhou spoke directly: "Mao Xiaotong is in Shanghai right now. She has a song I wrote that hasn't been released yet. I plan to go to Shanghai to find her and make a short film to link it up. Could you also follow up on the supermarket opening back home?"

Song Shihui frowned: "Isn't that a bad idea? Didn't you tell your parents that I would only take the money and not participate in the management? Won't they have something to say if I start interfering now?"

Wang Xiaozhou replied nonchalantly, "My parents know their own capabilities. After I left, they couldn't even keep up with the renovations, let alone the trial operation or pre-opening promotions. If you go and give them some direction, they'll definitely be happy."

Song Shihui neither agreed nor disagreed directly, but instead talked to Wang Xiaozhou about the new song.

"Xiaotong has always pursued a career in film and television. Her dream is to become a well-known actress in the TV drama field. If you give her your new song, can she sing it well?"

Wang Xiaozhou gave Song Shihui a strange look and asked, "Isn't she your cousin?"

Song Shihui rolled his eyes: "Of course."

"It must be your cousin. Why are you acting like you're trying to harm her? You're like a jealous cousin in a TV drama, afraid that your cousin will become famous after getting my work, so you're trying to ruin it with your innocent words."

"You deserve to die."

Song Shihui gritted his teeth in anger: "I'm worried that Xiaotong's singing performance won't be good and will affect her image in the eyes of her fans. Besides, you're going to make a short film. If it's not good, won't it damage her public image even more?"

"You're questioning my talent."

Wang Xiaozhou crossed his legs, making his act even more outrageous.

However, Song Shihui couldn't refute this at the moment, because since Wang Xiaozhou started creating, he had never lost to anyone, no matter who he faced.

"Many celebrities are asking you to write songs for them, including top-tier stars and even superstars. As far as I know, more than twenty celebrities within the entertainment industry have dared to ask you to write songs for them. Why do you insist on writing a song for Xiaotong? Have you taken a liking to my sister?"

"vulgar!"

Wang Xiaozhou angrily retorted, stating bluntly, "Because we signed a contract! I must receive 90% of the profits she earns from singing my songs, whether directly or indirectly!"

Song Shihui curled her lip. She didn't believe that Wang Xiaozhou was only after money. If that were the case, those second-tier celebrities in the entertainment industry would be eager to sing for him for free, and they would give him all the profits. In the entertainment industry, as long as you can raise your status, you can make a lot of money.

However, she didn't argue with Wang Xiaozhou any further and got up to go to the bedroom to make the bed.

Wang Xiaozhou stayed at Song Shihui's house that day. The next day, after calling his parents, he went straight to the airport to fly to Shanghai.

During his trip to Shanghai, he was determined to push Mao Xiaotong's career forward. He didn't necessarily want to catch up with Meng Ziyi, but he was determined to at least secure the next milestone reward.