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

The waiter came at the sound, and Gao Yuanyuan waved to him, saying cheerfully, "Two cocktails, whatever you like, as long as they taste good."

The two sipped their cocktails, staring at each other intently; it must be said, such close observation was quite an experience.

Song Mo noticed that she was truly beautiful. Her skin was so white it was almost translucent, and under the light, you could see the fine downy hairs on her cheeks. She had deep double eyelids and long, curled eyelashes. When she drank, her lips would lightly touch the rim of the glass, glistening with a little wine.

There's something good about tenderness.

Gao Yuanyuan felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and subconsciously licked her lips like a cat.

He quickly picked up his cup and took another sip, then said, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation just now, and I didn't expect you to be sitting next to me."

Song Mo nodded: "I know."

"Aren't you angry?"

"What's there to be angry about?" Song Mo said. "It's not like it's anything shameful."

Gao Yuanyuan looked at him and suddenly asked, "So, what you just said, do you really think you can do it?"

Song Mo did not answer directly.

He thought for a moment and said, "You know what? Half of what I just told Teacher Bi was for him, and the other half was what I really thought."

Which half?

"The mainland market is so big, yet no one seems willing to step forward," Song Mo shrugged.

Gao Yuanyuan didn't speak. Of course she knew Song Mo was right. At present, the mainland film and television industry and the music scene were no different, both of which were inferior to Hong Kong and Taiwan.

"So you think you can do it?" she asked.

Song Mo looked at her and suddenly smiled.

He took something out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

It's another mini disk.

Gao Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment: "This is...?"

"I gave them the previous one, this one is a spare." Song Mo picked up a pen from the table, signed his name on the disk, and said, "It's yours."

Gao Yuanyuan glanced down at it. It read "Song Mo," and the handwriting was quite beautiful.

"What does this mean?"

"Keep this as a souvenir." Song Mo pushed the disk in front of her. "Who knows, this autographed disk might be valuable in no time."

Gao Yuanyuan paused for a moment, then smiled.

This time, he laughed even louder than before.

"You..." She picked up the disk and examined it from all angles. "You're really confident."

Song Mo picked up the newly served cocktail, took a sip, and said, "I was just thinking, why can't it be me?"

Looking at him, Gao Yuanyuan suddenly understood why Bi Xiaoshi hadn't left directly earlier.

This person's words do have some substance.

When he speaks, he always gives people a very confident feeling.

It was as if he knew what was going to happen next.

"Little Song!"

A shout came from not far away. Anming, standing at the door, waved and said, "Let's go, let's go, we have to rush to another event!"

Song Mo put down his cup and stood up.

"I have to go."

Gao Yuanyuan also stood up. "I have to go too."

The two stood facing each other, separated by a table.

Song Mo looked at her and smiled, "Remember me, we will definitely meet again."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

Gao Yuanyuan stood there, stunned for a few seconds.

Then she suddenly realized something.

From beginning to end, he didn't ask her name, whether she was the girl from Qingzui, or why she came to the bar alone.

He just sat down there, chatted with her, asked her to buy him a drink, gave her a CD, and then left.

Like friends who have known each other for a long time.

She looked down at the disk in her hand, then looked up at the doorway.

He had already disappeared into the night.

She carefully put the disk into her bag, pulled her hat brim down, and walked outside.

The night breeze outside was from Sanlitun, carrying a bit of dampness, and it felt very comfortable on my face.

This person is really interesting.

Meanwhile, after leaving Hard Rock Cafe, An Ming, who had been waiting outside, put his arm around Song Mo's shoulder and asked eagerly, "How did the chat with the Ocean Butterflies people go?"

Song Mo didn't hide anything from him and gave him a general overview of the situation, only omitting the part from earlier.

An Ming's eyes widened upon hearing this: "Xiao Song, what are you thinking? This is such a great opportunity! Ocean Butterflies is willing to sign you, what more could you possibly want?"

He was genuinely worried for Song Mo. In the six months since he came back, he had spent all his time in bars and knew all too well how difficult it was for a bar singer to sign with a company and release an album.

Many people have toiled in Sanlitun for five or six years, only to find they can't even get into a music company.

Song Mo remained unmoved upon hearing this: "Brother An, I have my own plans. I'll tell you in a while."

An Ming stared at him for a long time, then finally sighed, "Alright, you have your idea, I won't ask anymore. Let's go, we still have to go to events."

It was 10:30 p.m. at a small bar on the other side of Sanlitun.

The lights were dim, and only about a dozen people were scattered around the audience.

Song Mo stood on a small stage in the corner, holding a broken wooden guitar, and sang three songs.

One song is Lao Lang's "Sunny Day," another is Pu Shu's "Those Flowers," and the last one is Chedi Zhanshen's "Andy."

No one applauded or booed; many of the men and women below were busy kissing and cuddling, and had no time to pay him any attention.

After I finished singing, the boss handed me sixty yuan, crumpled and made up of ten or twenty yuan.

Song Mo folded the money neatly and stuffed it into his sock.

Anming leaned against the doorway, smoking. Seeing him come out, he shook his head: "You're just going to endure this? What's the point? Once you sign with the company, why would you have to suffer like this?"

Song Mo smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to a late-night snack."

Guijie Street outside Dongzhimen is bustling at one o'clock in the morning.

The two found a roadside stall, ordered twenty lamb skewers and two bottles of Yanjing beer, and the smoke from the charcoal fire wafted over, mixed with the aroma of cumin.

An Ming took a bite of his skewer and mumbled, "You're saying the people from Ocean Butterflies will come back for you?"

Song Mo picked up his beer and took a sip: "Yes."

"Are you so sure?"

"They took that disk, they'll definitely come back."

An Ming was taken aback. "So confident? I've never heard of that before. Let me hear it next time."

He didn't believe it in his heart, but he respected Song Mo's decision. He helped Song Mo simply because he felt it was a waste for Song Mo to stay in a bar.

As for himself, his family situation dictates that he can choose to live his life in any way he wants.

He raised the bottle. "Then I wish you success."

Song Mo bumped into him.

It was almost 2 a.m. when I got back to the basement.

The door opened, and a familiar dampness rushed out. Song Mo stood at the door for a few seconds, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, before going inside.

The room wasn't big, only seven or eight square meters. It contained a single bed, a broken table, and a chair.

Yellowed newspapers were pasted on the walls, and the plaster in the corners was bubbly, leaving a dent when pressed. Several old magazines were piled up on the bedside table, with Zhou Xun and Pu Shu on the covers.

On the table was a half-eaten bag of White Elephant instant noodles, eaten dry, broken in half. Next to it was an enamel mug containing half a cup of water that had been sitting overnight.

And those headphones.

The innovative silver-grey PC Works II has large earcups with grey foam trim, and its bulky design makes it look like a small helmet.

But this thing cost him over three hundred, which he had saved up for more than half a month before he went to Hard Rock.

These days, a professional recording studio can cost two or three hundred yuan a day. Therefore, these headphones are currently the only equipment he can afford.

Moreover, this thing has excellent noise control and high microphone clarity, making it a godsend in the nascent online singer community.

Last year, Xuecun recorded his song "Northeasterners Are All Living Lei Fengs" using this.

Since his return, he has spent his time recording songs, including "Mice Love Rice", "Two Butterflies", "Seeking Buddha", "Song of the Pig", "Lilac", "Ten Thousand Reasons", "Don't Say My Tears Don't Matter to You", "White Fox", and "Love Transaction".