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

Chapter 97 "True or False"

The two chatted for a while longer. An Ming checked the time, stood up, and said he was going to pick up Liu Yifei to meet his grandparents. Song Mo then realized that he hadn't contacted her for some time.

"How is she doing lately?" Song Mo asked.

"It's good. She's been taking extra classes lately." Anming smiled and put away the file folder on the table. "She said your album sold over a million copies, and she's very proud of it. Her classmates are all envious that she got to appear in your music video. Last time she even asked you to prepare more autographed photos for her. Quite a few of her classmates are your fans."

Song Mo laughed: "Come on, I don't believe she would say anything good about me. She's probably been complaining about me a lot lately."

At the same time, Liu Yifei, who had just finished class, sneezed several times. She rubbed her nose and muttered, "Who's cursing me again?"

An Ming shrugged helplessly: "I always tell you to be more accommodating to her, but she's actually quite easy to please."

Song Mo stood up, ignoring the matter, and said, "By the way, there's a celebration banquet the day after tomorrow. Remember to bring her along."

"Okay, what time?"

"It's 4 PM. I'll send you the location later."

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An Ming nodded and picked up his car keys: "Then I'll be going now. You should go back and rest too; you've had a lot of work to do these past few days."

The two went downstairs and drove off in their respective cars.

Song Mo didn't go straight home; instead, he drove his M3 around the Second Ring Road.

The evening breeze blew in through the car window. Song Mo reached out and felt it, and suddenly remembered Zheng Kai's movie.

Yes, a speed of 60 mph is indeed a C.

He went home, took a shower, changed into dry clothes, and sat down on the sofa.

The phone screen lit up as soon as it was plugged in to charge.

"Song Mo? You're back in Yanjing?" Zhang Shaohan's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a soft, sweet tone characteristic of Taiwanese accent.

"I just got back today." Song Mo leaned back on the sofa, a slight smile playing on his lips. "What about you? What have you been up to lately?"

"What else can I be busy with? Just staying at home." Zhang Shaohan sighed. "It's been unbearably hot here in Taiwan these past few days. I've been staying home with the air conditioning on all day, I'm practically turning into mold."

Song Mo laughed: "Didn't you say you were making an album? How come you're still free?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Angela Chang's voice lowered slightly: "Preparations have already begun. I've selected several songs, but as you've seen recently, the record market is overcrowded and the competition is too fierce. The company is considering whether to wait a little longer."

Song Mo asked directly, "What about you? Do you think we should wait a bit longer?"

"Me? I'm a little uneasy too. If this fails, I'm afraid I won't have many opportunities to release an album again in the future," Angela Chang said hesitantly.

At present, Linfair Records still wants her to focus on acting in idol dramas for a few more years. After all, with the broadcast of "At Dolphin Bay," she can be considered the leading lady of idol dramas on the island.

If she hadn't kept insisting on releasing an album after returning from Yanjing, Fu Mao would never have agreed to prepare one for her.

Song Mo sensed the unease in her tone. He had known Zhang Shaohan for so long and knew she wasn't the timid type.

But she had waited and looked forward to releasing an album for so long that she had become very cautious.

"Guess how many copies of my album have sold so far?" Song Mo changed the subject.

"How much? Didn't you tell me it was 1.2 million when we were in Singapore? Has it gone up again?"

"One and a half million," Song Mo said. "In mainland China, plus Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Southeast Asia, it's estimated to reach one and a half million."

A gasp came from the other end of the phone: "One million seven hundred thousand? Song Mo, you're amazing!"

She then added, "It's a real pity that your album only sold 20 copies overseas. I went to a record store the other day and saw that many young people like your album. It's just that I feel the promotion is not strong enough. In many record stores, your album and posters are placed in a corner."

Song Mo sensed her indignation and couldn't help but laugh: "Why are you angry? It's not your album."

"I just feel sorry for you," Angela Chang said sullenly. "Your album is so good, but the media keeps saying bad things about you. Even though 'Jiangnan' came out so long before 'Dongfeng Po,' they still say you're imitating Jay Chou, when you wrote it first."

Song Mo leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, and said softly, "Angela, this is how the rules of this world are. We can only adapt to this environment."

"Have you adapted yet?" Angela Chang asked.

"I'm still working on it. Sometimes, you shouldn't pay too much attention to what others think; it's not that important," Song Mo sighed.

He then cheered up a bit: "We're having a celebration banquet the day after tomorrow, it would be great if you could come."

Angela Chang's voice held a hint of regret: "I can't go. The album is still under discussion and could be restarted at any time."

"Then next time," Song Mo said. "When your album is released, come to Yanjing to promote it, and I'll treat you to dinner."

"Then you'd better keep your word. My sister will probably come with me, and Fan Fan too. She really likes your album." Angela Chang's voice brightened up again.

Before Song Mo left for Singapore, he asked someone to send some of his autographed albums to Angela Chang and Julie, as he had promised them.

She immediately showed the album to her younger sister, and after listening to it, her sister quickly became a fan of Song Mo.

When Song Mo heard the name Fan Fan, his expression turned a little strange.

At this time, Christine Fan had already debuted and released songs. She was also a member of Linfair Records, so Angela Chang had a very good relationship with her.

But what happened afterward became complicated and confusing.

Song Mo shook his head. He couldn't possibly say anything like telling her to stay away from Fan Weiqi, so he could only smile and say, "When you come, I'll show you around."

"Okay, it's a deal."

It's a deal.

Both of them fell silent.

After a few moments, Song Mo spoke: "Angela."

"Um?"

"Go ahead and prepare your album bravely. Don't be afraid. Your voice is so beautiful, everyone will definitely like you. Also, the song I promised you last time is almost ready. I'll send it to you in a few days."

"Really?" Angela Chang exclaimed excitedly.

"Really, you just need to wait a few more days."

Some time ago, Song Mo promised Angela Chang that he would prepare a song for her new album.

However, he hadn't decided which song to give her yet, but when she mentioned Christine Fan just now, he suddenly thought of "True or False". This song is quite suitable for Angela Chang. Of course, the copyright of the lyrics and music of the songs he gives away will definitely belong to him.

Angela Chang's voice became serious, "Thank you, Song Mo, I will work hard and will not let your song down."

Song Mo laughed, "I'm very relieved to entrust this song to you. By the way, you still have to come to my next album, the 'Happy Worship' music video was so well received."

Angela Chang smiled, her laughter much crisper than before: "Of course, no problem. So when will you start preparing for your new album?"

"It'll be soon. It should start after the celebration banquet," Song Mo said frankly.

"You're not going to write all the lyrics and music yourself again this time, are you?" Angela Chang said with a smile.

Congratulations, you got it right.

Angela Chang was silent for two seconds, then sighed softly: "Song Mo, you're a monster."

She had just hung up the phone when the doorbell rang. She went to open the door, and Fan Weiqi was standing there.

"I called you but the line was busy, so I just stopped by." Fan Weiqi changed her shoes and came in, sitting down on the sofa. "Who were you talking to for so long?"

"Song Mo." Angela Chang poured her a glass of water. "He's back in Yanjing. His album has sold nearly 1.7 million copies, and they're having a celebration party."

Christine Fan took the water glass and paused for a moment: "One million seven hundred thousand? Wow."

"He also said that he would start preparing for his second album soon, and that he would write both the lyrics and music himself." Angela Chang's tone was tinged with admiration.

Christine Fan took a sip of water, glanced at her, and asked, "What about the song he promised to write for you?"

"I said I'd give it to you in a couple of days," Angela Chang said with a smile.

Fan Weiqi looked at Angela Chang's happy smile and smiled along, but for some reason, she felt something was off.