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

Song Mo, of course, had no idea that he had already become a real villain in the eyes of fifteen-year-old Liu Yifei.

Seeing Liu Yifei there, he struck up a familiar conversation: "Hey, little sister's here too? Why aren't you in class again?"

"Who is your sister?" Liu Yifei immediately became anxious, her face turning red.

Song Mo said matter-of-factly, "Isn't An Ge's sister my sister too? Don't worry, you won't lose out by being my sister."

Liu Yifei was furious, but there was nothing she could do about it.

She glared at him, her lips pressed tightly together, thinking to herself, "How annoying this person is! He scared me and complained about me the first time we met, but he's calling me 'little sister' the second time we meet?"

An Ming watched this scene with a smile.

Only at this moment could he realize that Song Mo was only nineteen years old.

That kid usually speaks and acts too maturely; sometimes Anming feels like he's chatting with someone his own age.

Now, seeing him bickering with his cousin, he seems like a normal young man.

"Alright, she's on leave for the next few days. She has to go film GG later and won't be back at school until tomorrow," Anming explained.

Looking at Liu Yifei, who was puffing up her cheeks, Song Mo smiled and said, "You still need to go to school more often, otherwise people might gossip and say that you're not often at school."

Liu Yifei couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention, turning her face away, but thinking to herself, "Why is this guy so nosy?"

However, she did feel a little guilty about it, because there were indeed some rumors at school that she was taking leave every few days and that she didn't want to go to school at all. But nowadays, her work arrangements were all decided by her mother, and she couldn't do anything about it.

Recently, her father returned from abroad to report on his work, so she was asked to stay with him for a few days.

An Ming didn't waste any time and got straight to the point: "Xiao Song, I thought about it last night and came up with a rough plan. Take a look."

Song Mo took the papers and looked down at them.

The paper listed the names of several forums: Xici Hutong, Tianya Community, Mop, and NetEase Community. Each forum had its key sections marked below it, and there were several draft titles next to them, with notes like "bitter" and "controversial" written densely.

Song Mo flipped through it; An Ming had already supplemented the corresponding strategies and details to almost the point.

He looked at it and felt there was nothing seriously wrong.

In modern times, this would be considered a PowerPoint presentation. As we all know, PowerPoint presentations are just for viewing; to truly verify whether there are any problems, we can only look at their implementation.

"Okay, Brother An," Song Mo laughed, "You're quick on the uptake. Let's go with your idea. Promoting online songs is a novel concept nationwide. We'll learn by doing, and consider the initial phase as accumulating experience. If you encounter any problems, come to me. Don't be afraid to spend money."

Hearing Song Mo's affirmation, An Ming was quite happy.

Song Mo's words yesterday seemed to have opened up a new path for him, and he is now full of energy.

Liu Yifei sat next to her, listened intently for a while, and roughly understood some of it.

My silly older brother is helping that scoundrel Song Mo promote some online song.

She guessed it was one of the songs her brother played yesterday.

Her gaze swept over Song Mo once, then returned to him.

To be honest, her brother has been bragging to her a lot lately, saying that Song Mo is a musical genius.

She hadn't thought much of it before, but after witnessing the entire negotiation process between Ocean Butterflies and Song Mo, she realized that a nineteen-year-old bar singer could make Ocean Butterflies concede to such an extent.

Liu Yifei had already come to believe it in her heart; this person was probably a genius after all.

But the song Anming played last night somewhat overturned her impression.

She really didn't want to admit that those songs were good; the melodies were too simple, the lyrics too straightforward, and they were completely different from the pop music she usually listened to.

But she just couldn't remember the tunes of those songs, while these few songs were etched into her mind after just one listen.

She simply couldn't understand it. Did Ocean Butterflies really want to sign him just because of a song like that? Ocean Butterflies must be crazy.

Song Mo, of course, had no idea about the crazy complaints she was making inside.

After reviewing Anming's plans, he felt relieved and prepared to look for a house.

An Ming then spoke up at the opportune moment, "What are you going to do later? Why don't you come with me to meet those people?"

"We can't keep living in a basement after all." Song Mo shrugged; he wasn't the type to put up with hardship.

"Then I'll come with you?" Anming said.

"Forget it, aren't you going to meet those people Luo Hongming introduced? I can go by myself, let's divide the work." Song Mo didn't want two grown men looking at houses together.

"So where are you planning to look for a place to live? Near Balizhuang?"

Song Mo nodded.

Anming thought for a moment, "Is it hard to find a house over there? I heard that most of the houses in that area are old, like public housing from the 70s and 80s."

"I know." Song Mo nodded. "Let's go take a look first. Sister, I'm leaving now."

Before leaving, he patted Liu Yifei's head again; it felt nice, with her superior high crown.

After leaving Anming's house, Song Mo took a car to Balizhuang.

Ocean Butterflies' office is near Chaoyang Road, and the surrounding area is indeed as Anming described.

Most of the buildings were old residential areas built in the 1980s. After asking a few people, he learned that the new apartment building Xu Yuan mentioned was probably Chenguang Jiayuan.

This is the newest and largest established community in the area, and the community environment is quite good.

Some of the buildings were built in the late 1990s and look much better than the old buildings around them.

He looked at two apartments through a real estate agent: one one-bedroom and one small two-bedroom.

The one-bedroom apartment faces north, so the lighting is average, and the furniture is old.

The small two-bedroom apartment is a bit more spacious, but the decoration is still in the old-fashioned style of the 1990s, with yellowed wallpaper on the walls and a bathroom so small that you can't even turn around.

"Is that all?" Song Mo asked.

The real estate agent was a man in his thirties who spoke with a Beijing accent: "Brother, this area is like this. If you want to live somewhere nicer, you'll have to go east. There are a few new developments there, but they're all apartments catering to foreigners, expensive, and you can't move in yet."

Song Mo thought about it for a moment and didn't rush to make a decision.

I estimate I'll be living in this house for about a year, so I can't rush things.

Anyway, there's no rush now, I'll take my time and see.

After leaving Chenguang Jiayuan, he wandered around the neighborhood a few more times and looked at several more houses, but he was not very satisfied with any of them.

The current house designs are very unreasonable, and the facilities in many communities are also very poor. Song Mo guessed that the living experience wouldn't be much better.

However, he still kept two options in mind as backups and planned to come back to the neighborhood to look for more tomorrow.

If there isn't a suitable one, then we'll just have to make do.

It was almost dark when I got back to the basement.

The room was still the same, seven or eight square meters, with a single bed, a broken table, and a chair.

Yellowed newspapers were pasted on the wall, and the box of White Elephant instant noodles in the corner was still unfinished.

After thinking it over, he decided to pack his things first and move in as soon as he found a place.

Actually, he didn't have much stuff: a few changes of clothes, a few cassette tapes, a few notebooks filled with lyrics and sheet music, and the headphones that cost him over four hundred yuan.

He folded his clothes and stuffed them into a plastic bag, stacked his notebooks neatly, and prepared to find a cardboard box to pack them up.

As I picked up a pair of pants, a piece of paper suddenly fell out.

When Song Mo opened it, he saw the character "Gao" and a phone number written on it.