Huayu 2002, I'm going to dominate the music scene!

Song Mo's idea to invite An Ming to be his agent was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

He had known Anming for almost two months and knew him well. Although Anming was a bit arrogant, he was loyal.

Once you become friends, saying he'd go to great lengths for you is a bit of an exaggeration, but he'll definitely help if he can.

During this period, Song Mo has troubled him countless times.

However, these were not the main reasons why Song Mo wanted to ask him to be her agent.

What he values ​​most is Anming's experience playing in bands overseas and his network of connections.

The development of the international music scene is actually several versions ahead of the domestic one. Knowing a little bit about the outside world is enough for us in China now.

Furthermore, An Ming's own family background and his loyal character have also helped him accumulate a wealth of connections.

It couldn't be more perfect to have someone you trust, who is knowledgeable and capable of helping you, as your agent.

Moreover, he can control the overall direction himself, and he only needs Anming to help him handle some specific matters.

An Ming was quite surprised to hear Song Mo's words, and he stopped in his tracks. "What are you thinking? I've never done any of this."

Liu Yifei, who was standing to the side, also widened her eyes, looking at Song Mo and then at her brother.

Song Mo remained calm and said as they walked, "Brother An, listen to me. Domestic talent agencies are still in their infancy, and those people don't really know anything. You've lived in the US, played in a band, so you've naturally been in contact with talent agents. In fact, you're much better than these amateur groups."

After listening to Song Mo's analysis, he realized that Song Mo's words seemed to make sense.

He certainly didn't think he was inferior to those who only had a smattering of knowledge.

Seeing that An Ming seemed a little hesitant, Song Mo quickly added, "Most importantly, as you yourself said, Brother An, you have a wide network of connections, and in my opinion, your personality is quite suitable for this industry."

The Chinese entertainment industry is a typical closed circle, and a typical characteristic of such a circle is the emphasis on loyalty.

Take the famous agent Wang Jinghua for example. What professional skills does she have? The only thing she can offer is acting as a nanny for artists.

They can help artists handle many trivial matters in their lives, and will try their best to meet any requests they may have.

In short, it's all about helping you whenever you ask, a style reminiscent of a timely rain in the Chinese entertainment industry.

As for career planning for artists, I'm sorry, there really isn't one.

Anming opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Song Mo pressed his advantage, playing the sentimental card again: "Actually, I'm also conflicted about getting you to work with me right now. After all, I'm new to this industry, and if things don't go well, I might end up hurting you."

He was certainly confident in himself, otherwise he wouldn't have said that. But he knew An Ming well, and he was just trying to provoke him.

As expected, An Ming was displeased upon hearing this: "What do you mean by 'cheating'? They're all our brothers."

"I'm just afraid of affecting you." Song Mo looked at him. "You're living a comfortable life now, but if you work for me, you won't make much money in the early stages, and we don't know what will happen later."

An Ming waved his hand: "Money doesn't matter. You know me, money isn't that important to me. I'm just afraid of not doing a good job and holding you back."

Song Mo laughed upon hearing this: "Actually, for a small singer like me, the management business is very simple. In the early stages, apart from coordinating publicity resources with Ocean Butterflies, there's not much else to do."

What he said is true; managing a young singer's career is naturally simple.

But things might be different after the album is released.

A famous singer has a lot on their plate: commercial performances, endorsements, television appearances, interviews... a whole host of complicated things to do.

But that's all in the future; by then, Anming should have already gotten his hands dirty.

Hearing this, Anming was still a little undecided.

In the six months since he returned to China, he has spent his time in bars. Although his parents have never said anything, in the eyes of outsiders, he is always considered to be neglecting his duties.

Some of his high school classmates went into government agencies, and others went to foreign companies; they are all doing quite well.

He's just a big sea turtle, spending his days with his guitar, wasting his time in Sanlitun.

He doesn't care about what others think, but sometimes he thinks he really should do something worthwhile.

Especially after seeing that Song Mo had successfully signed with Ocean Butterflies, it has to be said that it was quite touching for him.

But he wasn't very confident about his career as a talent agent.

He glanced at Song Mo.

Song Mo looked at him firmly and said, "Just think of it as experiencing a different life. After being a bar singer for so long, it wouldn't be bad to go into the entertainment industry."

Anming remained silent for a while, then finally nodded.

"I can give it a try," he said, "but if I don't do well, I'll leave, and you can't stop me."

Song Mo extended his hand, a smile spreading across his face: "That's right! Let's brothers conquer the music scene together."

Anming gave him a big high five.

Liu Yifei watched the whole thing from the sidelines, helplessly watching her older brother being tricked by Song Mo into getting on the wrong side of the coin.

She could only gently suggest, "Brother, wouldn't you like to reconsider?"

Who would have thought that once Anming made up his mind, he was very firm: "It's settled then. Anyway, the old man doesn't like me going to bars, so this will satisfy him. Besides, if I can really make a name for myself, I can protect you in the future."

After saying that, he chuckled and ruffled Liu Yifei's hair.

Liu Yifei's face immediately fell, and when she turned around, she saw Song Mo with a big smile on his face, and glared at him fiercely.

Song Mo pretended not to see it, after all, he had also been promoted, and wasn't An Ming's sister also his sister?

Spoil your own sister.

Having settled the matter, Song Mo was in a great mood, but then he suddenly remembered something else.

"By the way, Brother An, after I sign with Ocean Butterflies and receive that money tomorrow, I'm also preparing to start promoting my online songs. I might need to trouble you with that as well."

An Ming knew that Song Mo was working on those online songs, and he had heard Song Mo mention that he was making some kind of animation. He didn't expect Song Mo to take it so seriously, even planning to spend money on promotion.

"What are you planning to do? Look in the newspaper or on TV?" Anming asked.

Song Mo laughed heartily: "For online songs, of course we'll find them online. I have a specific plan for this; let's meet tomorrow and I'll explain it to you in detail."

His eyes shone as he said this.

Looking at Song Mo's radiant appearance, An Ming suddenly felt that this might be the real Song Mo.

When he first met Song Mo, he felt that this person was very much to his liking.

The people in the bar knew he had returned from studying in the United States, and they either pestered him to ask how America was and whether it was very developed, or they openly or secretly envied and ostracized him.

Song Mo, on the other hand, seemed unfazed and would often joke with him about America.

These days, Chinese people treat the United States with the utmost reverence, after all, it is the world's beacon of light.

This was something Anming couldn't stand. He had lived in the United States for five or six years and was involved in a band, so he naturally knew the situation there very well.

The United States is certainly developed, and as the only superpower, its strength is beyond doubt. However, this does not mean it is without flaws.

Life at the bottom of society in America is something many Chinese people can hardly imagine.

Promiscuity, drugs, guns, poverty, and discrimination have firmly locked down the lower classes.

America will always be a paradise for the rich and a purgatory for the poor.

When he talked to others about the real situation in the United States, no one believed him. They thought he was deliberately smearing the country because he couldn't stay there.

Only Song Mo would cheerfully chime in whenever he heard Song Mo complaining about America, sometimes even adding a few words about things like spiritual vision, drug testing, and corpse collectors.

Anming sometimes found it strange that this kid, who should have never been to America, seemed to know everything.

"Okay, see you tomorrow then." An Ming snapped out of his thoughts and patted Song Mo on the shoulder.

Song Mo nodded. "See you tomorrow."

Before leaving, he patted Liu Yifei's head and said with a mischievous grin, "If you need anything in the future, just tell me, I'll protect you."

An Ming looked helpless and reached out to stop Liu Yifei, who was baring her teeth and claws and trying to cause trouble for Song Mo.

She then glared at Song Mo and said, "Alright, stop teasing her. My sister is going to be a big star. Be careful she doesn't give you a hard time later."

His teasing remark drew away Li Yifei's anger, causing her to stomp hard on his foot before storming off.

Anming quickly caught up with him and comforted him.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Song Mo gave An Ming a thumbs up. He was indeed a good brother, loyal and righteous.